Try Angles

I haven't written in quite sometime and most likely will not again for quite another stretch of days,months or years. Therefore I'll make an attempt at writing something that will mean as little as anything else I might conjure up on any other occasion. The weather seems beautiful,yet the dark,clouded sky seems to lead to the allusion that it will no longer be once it happens. I'm working two job,they're lame.......and I'm in a band which is actually the first time I've ever been happy in a musical situation. The band is with my good friend Matt and it is called TRY ANGLES (www.myspace.com/tryanglesmusic). I'm hoping that our progress will continue and we will flourish into something even more enjoyable or interesting with time. I haven't really thought of quite a few other things I used to happen to think of for quite some time. I'm supposing that this much like other things of that nature are for the best. My health is getting worse, I'm not sure how I feel about that.......I'll probably get started on taking care of certain things once it way too late to have tried doing so. I don't want to live forever however, I'm sure I'll admit to wanting to live a good deal longer once the time comes where I'm not going to be able to. Acid has certainly helped endure the hardships of understanding that I'm existing while continuing to do so. I've only done it twice, but it helped me come across the ridiculous concept of STINGS AND PREVAIL which is a huge breakthrough in my consistent way of thinking. Words. You are made of words,!. I've become a music fiend,I'd buy all of this that I'm listening to without having done so but that doesn't seem to be possible absolutely anywhere so here I am against my own morals once again indulging in piracy. I have to say I've found The Faceless, These Monsters,Between The Buried and Me,Cynic,The Bad Plus,Caspian,Impure Jazz,THE PAX CECILIA,Ephel Duath,Don Caballero and Loma Prieta quite enthralling so far today. Also, the most recent Sound of Animals Fighting album in contrast with Portugal The Man's newest effort in my stereo upstairs are both absofuckinglutely wreaking havoc on my mind, I'm pretty sure all of this music is helping my progression with playing drums.......that is if I am in fact moving along in the first place. I want to see Synedoche NY, it's a film and should have a limited showing at the Ritz movie theater down town.......I hope I see it before it's gone. I seem to have become immersed in expression although I'm still not particularly sure how far I am from being able to express myself the way I'd like to. Sting and prevail Larry (squirrel). I'm done, just done.......fini.
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P.S. stoned is good,stings is bad for Whatthefuckity Jenkins
(this has been a test in repeting backwards,thank you)

What's that? all elephants can swim,!.

I've found myself wanting to express something today and I haven't a clue what it is. Mainly I've just cleaned the house and enjoyed the film The Fall which is bought on a whim.

Since last I wrote alot has happened of course, which may or may not be worth mentioning. I'd say my birthday was a damn good time, I saw the Mars Volta with good friends and met someone I've wanted to meet for quite sometime, however I'm afraid I scared her away or maybe just bored her.......which I immediately accepted adding to my extreme feeling of seperation lately, mneh who cares.

Anyways after that magnificent concert which was the best I've seen them since the first time I saw them with their old drummer it was off to the diner. I consumed my first maybe six or seven legal drinks and fucking passed out at home, good times were had. Besides that I saw the new Coen Brothers film Burn after reading which was VERY Coen brothers and great, especially a certain part which I won't mention considering I wouldn't want to spoil anything for anyone who might come across this.

Circa Survive two nights ago was absofuckinlutely awesome besides the fact it was THE single hottest concert I've ever experienced. Anythony Green was on mushrooms "PHILADELPHIA BABY,PHILADELPHIA BABY, I AM TRIPPING FACE" he yelped and it was a great fucking time. HOWEVER, my glasses were trapled during "Mandala" which has lead to my distate for blurred vision.

Hell, I can't forget my first hit of acid as well.......I'll have to save that for another time. I just can't really put into words how much I felt love and HATE for EVERYTHING which was so apparent. NOT good or bad, just everything was.

I'm done writing for the night since I've got some music pirating to do while attempting to ignore my physical discomfort from fuck knows what. It's been rad,
FUCK Y'ALL.

Sincerely,
-adam

What's that? all elephants can swim,!.

I've found myself wanting to express something today and I haven't a clue what it is. Mainly I've just cleaned the house and enjoyed the film The Fall which is bought on a whim.

The Heraldic Beak of The Manufacturer's Medallion

The Sound of Animals Fighting-

.......a Silhouette With a Silent Gaze

I'd been feeling better.......not great,but noticably better. However over the last few days I've been running high blood sugars again which is miserable. Whatever, I'll live.......that is until I die. Besides that music is coming along nicely, I've been playing with a cat named Harley and once we find a bass player I feel that nothing but good things can happen, musically that is. I'm not sure if I wrote about it since I don't even care to look at previous posts, but I saw The Rx Bandits with Maps & Atlases and Portugal The Man, phenomenal. Also, the.......first, nah second most surreal experience in my life as of yet has now passed. After going to see The Dear Hunter for the third time and hanging out with them I went to see them play an in-store gig at Sam Ash right here in good 'ol Philly. Not only did one of my best friends hook them up with sweet gear like an upright bass and a banjo for their super awesome freaky versions of their songs, but they invited everyone to hang afterwards. Approximately twenty people including myself and a few friends had lunch in the food court WITH The Dear Hunter followed by seeing the movie Step Brothers immediately after WITH The Dear Hunter. I'll always remember that, much like the first surreal happening which I'm not particularly interested in sharing.
RUN ON SENTENCES, they're heading nowhere. Interesting motif, perhaps. One of the best things that I've ever come across in my two decades of existance is The Sound of Animals Fighting. There's something alluring about a "band" constructed of several accomplished bands in order to further music and art. I can't wait until September 9th when their next album The Ocean and the Sun is released, which I'm foolishly listening to already. I now feel that I've expressed as many good things as I can think of. Practie later with Harley, I wish us luck, you should too. (At The Drive-In style: RUN ON RUN ON RUN ON SENTENCES).
P.S. I've neglected quite a few signifigant happenings, however if I don't delete all of this I might just end up doing that next time around.
Right oh.

Horseress.

.......I've been going for interviews. Zumiez group interview was a great time, whether I get a job there or not that place is good times. I actually have another with Aeropostale of all places later on today, at this point a gig is a motherfucking gig. Speaking of gigs, I've had a good deal of primarily internal conflict with music and care for a good deal of things lately. If I do what I know I'm going to do which is continuing to learn and improve then I plan on playing with Red & Orange and whatever the music I've been working on with a cat named Harley ends up becoming. Several jams have occured with some other popular charachters lately which led to different accomplishments and realizations. BEFORE SAYING ANYTHING ELSE: Night of the Living Dead 3D was the fucking worst. Not only did they fuck up doing the whole 3D outline things with glasses that essentially just hurt your eyes they didn't even attempt making any of the important parts 3D. Why oh why was there only fives minute of Sid Haig???. WHAT THE FUCK,?!. Hoorah. Good friends of mine (and previous band members of Useless Talent No. 12) Pat and Josh have become THE GEE WHIZ. They're structuring the goodness that is their music and other important things. KEEP ANY EYE ON THEIR MYSPACESHIP. Corn dogs, HA. Earlier was smoke and watch behind the scene of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe night. I can't even attempt to explain how ridiculous that was, especially after realizing that the band Kittie has gone through an extensive amount of changes. I mean, it's Kittie.......why the hell,oh fucking nevermind. I believe there are schemes that will come to be seen. Yeah, I'm not sure what the deal is with that.......but it doesn't matter because I am Adam,prince of Eternia and defender of the secrets of Castle Greyskull. I can't believe I got shot, isn't that fucked up said Donald. I'd almost forgotten that I have the Coen brothers collection but had neglected to watch Blood Simple, that is until earlier this evening. Blood Simple was great by the way, that's about all I can say considering I wouldn't want to spoil the film for my loyal fans out there in fucking pathetic world. I forgot to mention I now have a fan base, the forum goes by FPW (FIGURE IT OUT,dick). I think I'm just seeing how long I can go on with this ridiculous,fucki........as I was saying I'm seeing The Rx Bandits,Portugal The Man and Maps & Atlases in less than 9 days, FUCKING FUCK YEAH. It's going to be dope. It's going to be dope. It's going to be dope. Also, King Crimson once I get paid ('cause I'm always gettin' paid) thanks to the woman that touches her son and then sells King Crimson tickets. I can't stop playing what I'd originally called "bellow" on guitar, I think I'm going to stop writing and play it for awhile soon. I just realized I'd used it in this recording of a jam with Grabnads and the Jungle Man. What kind of world we've created, our society it may be absurd, but it's a damn good time. No, you're global warming. There was a revival of "The Unraveling" har-har-har. I agree.
P.S. I hate.

"Silence.......and all it's consequences"

I suppose it's that time again, where I'm awake and use this device to attempt expressing my train of through or lack there of. I finished reading House of Leaves.......it was great,rather tedious at times but all kinds of interesting. Here's to Johnny Truant. Also, The Dark Knight was phenomenal, seriously Christopher Nolan knows the fucking deal. I'm also dying,well not really dying just getting older quicker. Maybe it's just the 'ol bones and flesh, but I'm going to have to change some things in the not too distant future so I'm not like eighty by thirty and so on. Music is great.......that is unless you always end up playing with psychopaths or creatures of such nature. I once had an ice cube, perdy little ice cube now it's gone, now it's gone. I have an interview in the morning so I'm going to stop wasting time typing this here soon, just a heads up. Life is good, except when it's not. I appreciate and approve of such things, nature as it were and so forth. Not that I know much about politics but my guess is that the United States (as great as it SHOULD have been) can do alot better than choosing between two imbecile's to "run" the seemingly one (not to mention narrow) minded and ruled country as it were. Miracle and morality gone awry. My concern wavers. Dance without even moving, this is not what happens when good ideas go horribly,horribly wrong. This bores me, I can accomplish something else. Whether I actually will is a different story, also how do I feel about.......? (ending with an incomplete question may be against the rules, but I've never cared much for those)

Sentientity: Miracle & Morality Gone Awry.......

Promies Expire. Perhaps, emotion as well with the departure of memory. I thought of nothing but the smile of that girl for quite some time and I'm almost certain I'll never see her again. The cruel fate of reality I suppose. I've thought of her less and less,almost not at all now, but completely. Is this an exaggeration? This is a state of mind, a sober one no less. One that won't truly allow someone to perceive their perception. I want out, but there's no other way besides moving forward. When a vessel continues, maybe they have to expire. What of the goodness of such an existance? what of the surreal? There are things I care for. There is no her. Not yet. I'm no pessimist, but there may never be. I don't recall dreams often enough and if I do I don't remember knowing. Thought is never endless, only in motion. Why does the abrupt seem like forever ago? I am here.

GNIHTON SNAEM SIHT.

P.S. Watch the film Vanilla Sky. I feel that is an excellent presentation of the will to never know.

Roast Chicken Flavor.......

First and foremost I would like to thank the Maruchan company for the microwavable breakfast I am currently consuming. Secondly, I have to say a good deal of interesting things have happened since last I've written on this infamous sector of the world wide web. I'll get on with all of that after I inform all of you or lack there of about my new blog list and links section.......I guess that covers that.

Since last I wrote I've had the pleasure of experiencing several other phenomenal musical performances and so forth. In Philadelphia,PA at Thunderbird Lanes on Holme Ave. good friends of mine LIVE TO TELL played a killer set which there are clips of at www.youtube.com/livetotellmusic, RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT also stopped by as part of their tour and it was AWESOME.
I spent July 4th at a little place called The Fire where my friends a Klockwork Banana played, good times were had even though technical and percussive difficulties had to be dealt with. On the same bill were the awesome SENSORY WHORE and breathtaking BRACKETS & ARROWS. Fuck yeah,!.

I am now done eating and attempting to express some kind of relevant happenings which I've experienced. Check out LIVE TO TELL,RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT,A KLOCKWORK BANANA,SENSORY WHORE,RED & ORANGE and of course BRACKETS & ARROWS on their respective Myspaceship's. I am now off to attend to other important things such as eating a Boston Kreme donut and whatever else the day might have in store. PEACE y'all,!.

Behind the Curtain, Between the Scenes.......

Consider all of the thought that has passed through my mind this evening I'd better choose where I start carefully.......godammit,I've already begun. Well, you see.......I just got in from my walk through the rain, wait.......no. It was around 9:30 pm last night when things actually started getting interesting, musically and so forth. I went to see a friend of mine play an open mic night at a joint called Reale's. There was a handful of interesting people (musicians of course) in attendance.

After meeting Norm, who I'll refer to as the host of this weekly event and meeting up with Matt (said friend who rocks Reale's from time to time) the music began. First Norm and Ian the bartender slash drum student along with several other individuals did some seriously, no bullshit rockin' covers. Once they'd warmed up the few drunkards in the back so to speak another drummer and his guitarist slash singer did their thing which was interesting. Not before, but following the bass amp fiasco Matt and his bass player Steve played their beautiful, interesting set and I was jazzed.

The best part of the night (of course followed by the worst) was hanging out with Matt after the show, talking film,art,music and life which was nothing short of thought provoking. Shortly after our parting of ways I realized the bus I was waiting for wasn't coming as it started to rain quite heavily. I then proceeded onward, thinking all kinds of obscene things like: What kind of things could happen to my charachter walking through the rain in a film? How many perspectives could I have in any particular state of mind? Why did I stop drawing so long ago? There still sits and empty drawing pad in my room, this must change.

Anyways, I made it back to the place where I reside and ponder amongst other things and decided that there was no better time to begin drawing again. Of course I'll backtrack and read through some of the book I have on drawing properly, but there now lies a self portrait of mine in a book of graph paper which was intended to be used for school that never happened. I'm kind of worn out, but wide awake as usual.......watching a movie is most likely in the cards and hopefully sleep, I hope expressing what I see through the metaphorical lens here is at the very least bearable to an extent, though I'd guess that it is far from that. I think I'll challenge myself not to delete this and or throw away what I'm drawing, who knows what will come of this.......
TO BE CONTINUED.......

Stolen from the ever so illusive dream.......

There have been very few times in the two decades I've dwelled on this particular planet that I have been able to recall having had distinct dreams, let alone remembering them. What woke me this morning, I don' rightly know.......but, it was a cruel but not necessarily unusual fate.

Once I'd stumbled back into this absurd state of wakefulness (like many other mornings) I realized I'd fallen victim to blood sugar sickness. I would like to thank folks and my pancreas for this,it's been grand. After taking the proper medication I wait, so often I wait until I can't shake such a terrible feeling.

I apologize for straying from the seemingly chosen topic, moments hsve always been so distracting. In said dream I'd found myself in another place on the planet in which I reside, I'd apparently gotten there by train. Being away from such a dream even for such a short amount of time what had occured is already becoming a blur.

Before I attempt to recall and assemble such blurred information I suppose I'll cut to the chase in hopes of reaching an end to this particular train of thought, for now. I know in this dream I was with a girl, whether I was supposed to have known her or not is a mystery to me. Spending time with this girl, of course as in any tragic tale led to caring for her immensely.

I know I'd kissed her neck and then we'd gotten out of the vehicle in which we were traveling and entered some kind of public vacinity. Seemingly enough I'd cared very much so for this "dream girl" and in short after directing me to the "train station" which I'd strayed from to stay with said girl I'd found that she had disappeared.

Around this time was when my eyes began to open, despite struggle I was brought back into wakefulness. Uncomfortably asleep on the couch in the basement, in some degree of pain from diabetic misery.

I would now like to thank The Rx Bandits for creating the music I'm enjoying at this very moment. Here on this machine across from the couch which I was stolen from my ever so illusive dream. I plan on seeing The Rx Bandits July 30th, I cannot wait.

I don't think there's much else that's any kind of relevant to state other than the fact the girl from wherever I'd traveled to in my dream may have resembled the beautiful Jennifer Love Hewitt, which I find interesting. Also, this short verse which I suppose I'll find meaningless much sooner than expected.

"In my dream
I never
got on that train
not even
during or after that song
but I knew
I knew all along
I couldn't stay"

P.S. The song I'm referring to believe it or not, seriously it even surprised me was "Trains" by Porcupine Tree. Almost as if I'd created a finale for a story whic may never have had and may never have an end.

I want to express such madness no longer. There is no harping on.
Goodbye.