Fuckass

i dont have much to say this evening except

• rugby is the greatest sporting event known to man
• leslie reids attempt at not being a slut/retard/friendly/fake/pennsylvania are so disgusting. that girl is a monster. i find it totally entertaining her and her beaux have practically the same glasses.
  
• the office
• it is the fourth quarter. i can still redeem myself.
  

my subconcious has decided once more it is time to pack up and move on, so that's life i guess. i can't wait to actually have the option of moving places. im just going to move until i find people who are actually creative and people arent afraid to be honest.

i just washed my hands, like ridiculously. and i feel like listening to classic rock and going to lots and lots of parties.

i wish parties were still old fashioned and earnestly fun and you actually met new people and danced and socially drank, not these kegfests of debauchery and sexual satisfaction/teen romance. no one is earnest and nothing is honest. everything is so secretive. i wish sometimes i threw caution and my inhibitions to the wind and had a good (material) time, instead of doing it with my brain, cos shit son, that aint working out.

my life will parallel the career of everclear-i'll never really make it (socially, academically,______).

anyway, i guess my life has a pattern. or so it seems; i have close friends, i find something that bugs me about them but i dont tell anyone and then it just creates bigger problems. key event-their realization i am a dick, citing an end to the process. most recently the other person was lyndsey stanton and the thing i think that bugged me most is she didnt like me (or is so incredibly social and that is only growing weekend by weekend, or has this smile that makes me insane, or i get the impression is fake sometimes). any of those. it peaked in an argument last night where lyndsey said she was finished with me for good. shit, that's life! i don't know what to do with myself except eat and play rugby. i started making to do lists, theyre coming in handy for the most part. i hope everything gets tied together soon before i like, freak out on my whole life.

seeya,
joe

Rusholme Ruffians

first off, spring has sprung and i could not be more elated. second, there is a show friday that timmy johnson and i have so diligently put together.

for lack of anything more intelligent to say, here is a hot list (with respective wikipedia articles):

01. Britpop
02. Bjork
03. DIY
04. Fences and Windows
05. The Spirit Temple
06. Parklife
07. No Depression
08. Rugby
09. Spring
10. Shamrock Shakes


Other notes:

• I am slowly growing from a pussy to a boy.
  
• I desire a girl who is the opposite of myself. chuckle!

seeya.
joe

Well That's A Promise

a few minor points before i get into things

• fuck you, you dunno the half. neither do you, and you're the one involved.
• i decided every day is a good day regardless, cos what the fuck is a bad day worth?
• "I Get Wet" is currently my favorite pop tune.
• Fugazi's The Argument is my current favorite album.
• There is a show March 17th. if you are reading this, you are probably already aware. This show has caused me some distress and given me some flack.
• Saturday, I film my untitled movie. I hope it's a success, that all depends on how good the editing turns out.
  

tonight i went to lancaster to attend a question and answer session with none other than my musical and ethical idol, ian mackaye (teen idles, fugazi, minor threat, the evens, dischord records, harDCore, etc. etc. et al.). these are things i got out of it. with where we are in life and what we are into, we should not compromise. we are young and we are creative. well some of us are creative. alot of people don't even give a two shits about creativity or art (and i use art to mean things that arent manufactured shit). especially in today's "scene" where there are so many fucking bands that sound exactly as the other just because this sound seems to work with this crowd of people. this is compromise. this is monotony. this is where punk is no longer punk, alternative is no longer alternative, etc. you have created a mainstream within it self. you are as bad as the pop stars and rappers that you condemn unless it's for the sake of irony or good times. i can't understand why there are so few different bands and how much several certain sounds are dictating an entire scene, especially one that is or was against the grain. it makes me sick how fake underground music is becoming. it's generally the music that teenagers like myself have attatched themselves to. i find it hard to listen to, not because it's "heavy" (by no means) or aggresive (far from) or new (yeah right), but because it is generic. it is faceless. it is artistic compromise. and people refuse to accept the roots of it all, but thats another story for a different day. not in the last 20 years has there been such a huge upsurge of bands started up by teenagers and young folk, but it's all meaningless because it all sounds the same and follows the same ethic and ideals and aesthetic. i believe there is only one ideal/aesthetic/ethic that the "underground" should follow and that is this: do it yourself.

ian mackaye is a prime example of diy. his first band, the teen idles, were straight out of high school, living in D.C. no one would put out a punk record from teenagers, so what do they do? they put it out themselves. so many young bands are wasting tons of money on recording and tons of time shopping it around to big labels or touring, waiting for something to happen, never really getting their name out there. ian mackaye did in a big way through starting his own label. DIY helps aid in the creation of completely unadulterated music and ideas. there are no outside governing bodies to impose limits. there are no contracts breeding mistrust. there is only creativity and a free flow of ideas. i learned so much tonight. i want to try to emulate diy whether it be on my own or through other ventures. im sick and fucking tired of the same sounds and the same places and the same people running the same goddamn scene. im young so i don't have the privilige of going to the city and seeing fresh bands. i have to do it myself. im sick and tired of hearing this same old bullshit and i want to break away from it. im tired of seeing everyone compromising themselves in ALL walks of life, not just art. it's ridiculous, we're humans and have free will. don't be a fucking follower.

goodnight

p.s. i dont give a shit who the fuck is in your top 8 so save your fucking bulletins.