Oh yeah!

ah yeah, thanksgiving
my all time favorite holiday
it was delicious. and it was pointless, as usual, and thats the beauty of it. i gave thanks to my sister, and my parents, dined with my family. my mom's side of the family. as usual, i didnt eat turkey.


but this, kids, is not because i am a vegetarian. i hate vegetarians.
and i hate turkey, unless its cold (not deli sliced) and on a roll with mayonaise and cheese.
i must agree with mike in saying that yes, no one cares about thanksgiving, making it the indiest holiday around.

Status

if i have a best friend
does that guarantee me an eternal status
a place
or the possibility of being a someone, or having any sort of meaning?

or does it matter. or do i care. i dont even know what i care about anymore! im so buried.

A Question That Has Been Boggling Me...

in the harry potter books it always says his parents left him a small fortune. over the years hes been buying books, stuff for his friends, etcetcetc. he has no job. wouldnt his money be dwindling by now?

Neglect

it seems i have been forgotten.
not in the comment sense so many have dreaded and bitched about by way of myspace bulletins and xanga entries.

but in the real way.
but could that make for new beginnings?

why would anyone want to waste their time at the gallery when you have an entire day to spend in philadelphia? that place is a piece of shit.
lots of shitty bands yesterday (including mine) save for beneath the tide and this band called veneva (jawbreaker meets pavement meets messy punk), the best band i saw all day. except for beneath the tide. oh and this amazing hardcore band from jersey, on this day, which was exciting to watch and just as exciting to see their vocalist dancing for us. intense.

so now i feel really really sick and sore and i dont have a voice anymore and my eyes are all cobwebbed and the only thing keeping me going is this pavement album i got yesterday.

Working In The Halls Of Shame

alt-country is just so real and thats why i want to do it.

my theory on why thanksgiving is not yet and never will be a corporate orgy:
theres halloween. theres the one-two week hype up; costumes, candy, fun etc. halloween comes, one day. then the next day, in move the "early birds" those advertisers looking to grab statistics and FAST cos christmas is...wait. christmas is another almost TWO MONTHS around the corner. and theres something in the middle, right? thinkthinkthink...


thanksgiving!
advertisers, everyone, etc is too busy building on christmas that no one bothers to think about thanksgiving!
this is why thanksgiving is the only real holdiday, and the only one i enjoy 100% the whole way through. this is why the pre-christmas hype will no longer bother me. i welcome it. its rad.

i will no longer have time to be in bands that deep down dont matter to me. so grab a lap steel, your dobro, some brushes and a four track tape recorder and we'll lay down some good ol' pure country in my basement.

this is why i love days off.
this is why i need to move away.
this is not why i hate ham. but seriously, fuck ham, fuck exploitation, fuck christmas.

It Aches!!

i will no longer have the time for bands with an exclamation point in the their name, save for !!!.

bands included, and most hated in the band ban are:
panic! at the disco
(wtf?)
and flames!! over broadway
(two is overkill and not yet ironic excess [case in point !!!]. and how more scene and irritating can you get? a crappy unoriginal local screamo band trying to be original by way of ripping off saetia and hot cross)

i will no longer have time for the OC.
that episode last night, that silly little surf shack. i laughed. i hate this whole trying to make our entire nation beach savvy. i personally have never seen a surf hut party shack in my lifetime, myself being a casual surfer. its ridiculous!!!

just received the best mix made for me. can you beat it?!
and i think we made it into the battle of the bands.

but here is really whats up: retrospect cowboy. i am looking to start an experimental group with roots in alt country and dance (cut it with the wilco comparisons!).

too many parentheses, but anyway i need playaz so jump on it.

f-f-f-f-farewell!

Reservations

i wish it wasnt so easy to sleep in latin

i wish it was earlier so i could write something interesting but i guess ill keep yaz on yer toez till tomorrow.


friday!

expect it to be about the OC.

Dis of the DAY

so today, it seems the putdown of the day was ugly.

MUSIC CLASS:
jeremy: *asian laugh* [pissed off dialogue ensues]
reid and i:*imitating said laugh*
me:*continuing laugh*
that kid who sits next to tyler lavenburg: "would you shut the fuck up, you're like the ugliest kid i have ever seen!".
reid and i:*various commentary on how stupid that was*

later...

abe [to reid]:will you shut the fuck up?
reid:you shut the fuck up mormon
abe:shut up youre like the ugliest kid in the school

kids kids, why would you call someone ugly. is this sixth grade? are we girls? no we're students of salesianum meaning we are at least freshman and considering its all guys, well. and also if youre so scared of being gay and judging someone's looks, then why call someone ugly? it makes no sense.

anyway tyler lavenburg and his friend are real losers. tyler listens to strictly crappy jambands (not phish and string cheese incident) and his friend drives to jersey to see the ataris. whatever.


im marveling at the sheer brevity that yankee hotel foxtrot, the wilco OPUS of OPUSES every morning on the bus ride to school.


f-f-f-f-farewell and stuff

quick note

a quick note before we get down to business-anonymous commenters: please leave a name or something. unless youre blogspam, which in that case, you have no intelligence and likely arent reading this anyway.

like who posted that thing about tila tequila? creepy.

Such a shame!

today was my last day working at facistsource, which is excellent.

this morning, as i was waking up, came on this commercial for that new febreze thing. it depicts this woman who works in a candle shop. shes all like i love scented candles for my house! but with my dogs, kids, etc. theyre not the best! so i use this new febreze thing with time release scent discs.

thats killing integrity. this candle shop woman has sold out to the enemy. fake scents. isnt she supposed to be a candle conniseur? shes selling out to the anitchrist of candles. this makes no sense to me whatsoever.

last night, freud demo? telephone? huh.
new books, whoring myself out for a spot in a battle of the bands.

thats all!

Paris is Burning!

kids, riots on the streets of paris.

why does this sort of thing never happen here?

eureka

i have found the nail clippers. yes.

clean cut and pimply.
tonight we went to this really shady resturant on mkt street in wilmington. dan johnson spilled a drink, etc. so out of place, it was like ridiuclous. laughable.

shit kids have a good weekend

New World Order

Myspace is set on world takeover, i swear to fucking god. 35 million users. music industry influence? creating celebrities? xmatthewx anyone? tila tequila? brad? tom is big brother, as predicted by george orwell. or maybe hes the rising antichrist. myspace is creating a record label. myspace is convincing music groups to allow streaming before their albums are released. myspace has taken over the social aspect of so many teenagers lives. 35 fucking million people!


fuck. what will become of me?

apparently ive been taking way too many aspirin. is four aspirin for a headache really unhealthy? i just always thought two didnt do anything. oh man. my liver is going to die.

crap myspace new world order and my liver is dying. oh me.

Kit Kats?

halloween-fruity candies. if its all the same flavor (i.e. strawberry) then why do you need multiple kinds of it? skittles starburst, whatever. its always going to taste the same.

i seriously need to clean, lose weight, clip nails, make my dogs not smelly, quitquitquit.
speaking of quitting, i quit food source the other night. sunday is my last day.

another note

WILL IT LAST?
with my insecurities and walls, and christian's rubbing off on timmy, what will be next to the baby label?
find out...sometime.

i am a glutton and i eat too many french fries at lunch. this needs to stop for the good of my dear dear life.

just had to write a review for the hanson show for music and it goes like this:


Hanson. "MmmBop, right" Yeah didn't they have long hair and just kinda burn out after that one song, yeah? No! Hanson still reigns supreme, kitties. After the aforementioned song off their debut full-length Middle Of Nowhere, Hanson has put out two more solid albums, a collection of early recordings, two live albums, and a mediocre Christmas album a lot may remember, being released just as their fame began to subside. Middle of Nowhere preceded the fabulous This Time Around, which plays like Neil Young's masterwork Tonight's the Night if Neil was at the time under twenty years old. Underneath is just as good, cooling off the rock just a little for a more subdued sound. This tour was in support of the recently released Live and Electric, and to hype up their next studio effort, probably due early next year.
I went to this show last minute, mind you, after my sister had called from her friend�s saying they had an extra ticket they needed to get rid of. Sure, what the heck, my local favorites El Toro! were playing, after winning a contest. On the way there, I built up the idea I was going to see a bunch of hipsters in an attempt to be ironic, going to see Hanson. Could I have been more wrong? The line to get in wrapped around the 1000 block of Arch Street, so long that I missed El Toro!. This line, in addition to being long, was devoid of hipsters. What I saw was a mass of mainly 13-25 year old females, many decked out in Hanson shirts of past albums and tours, the occasional parent, and the extremely rare boyfriend. After the second opener (a terrible clash of Dave Matthews Band and Ryan Cabrera), every couple of minutes when a roadie would walk onstage or the lights dimmed, erupted screams to rival that of Beatles fans in Shea Stadium. When Hanson finally did take the stage, I was pleasantly surprised by a melancholy opener, which of course was sung word for word by the audience. At the start, I was thrown off by the screaming, and partly irritated, but as the show went on I started to sway to the side of the Hanson-kids I stood beside. Onstage was a great band, made up of three talented brothers. I was especially impressed by Taylor Hanson's piano/harmonica/singing, and the way he could pull off all three, while still delighting girls with his hardly ceasing movement. Midway through the set, they finally ripped into some stuff I knew from Middle of Nowhere and immediately seized the opportunity to sing along with the best of them. I continued to enjoy myself in this way for a majority of the rest of the performance. Highlights included "Man from Milwaukee", "Thinking of You", "If Only", and a cover of U2"s "Desire". To close the set, they brought down the house with the piano driven "This Time Around", which only helped to build on my thoughts of Hanson�s relevancy and it is this: this time around speaks of them not going down, and tried to get them to be received as a more serious band. After watching them tear through the song like the world was ending, and like the grown musicians they are, I realized people should see there is so much more to them than Middle of Nowhere. After blowing my mind and expectations, I got a good three minutes of rest and talk time with my new friends, before they came back for a ripping cover of the funk standard "Feeling Alright".
This show totally exceeded what I expected. Hanson are all grown up (sort of), tearing up pianos and guitars and drums, like any other band. And they have the biggest cult following of any band I've ever known which in itself is an awesome feat, considering they have no press or radio coverage. Hanson stirred something in me, and I'm not sure what yet, and not really sure how, but they did. They made me want something that maybe one day I could have. Or maybe it was just so ultra satisfying to see a band I loved when I was seven and seemed to have disappeared, still be relevant and not wallowing in ridiculousness. Or maybe it's just too late and I like Hanson a little more than anyone would expect.

huh?

Things I Hate

hi hehe thanks fer comin tew mah blogggggg.

things i hate! as thought of today.
paranoia
friends bands
being in a band
not having a typewriter
"my humps"
insecurity.


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