December 2008
17 posts
Stuff I’m currently jockin’:
“Tangerine” by Zeppelin “Kids” by Guilty Pleasur…I mean MGMT “Cemetary Gates” by The Smiths “The Killing Moon” by Echo and The Bunnymen New York Minute Bourbon Cigars Banana Republic Cardigans The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac Jennifer Anniston Granola Wool Socks Hiking
Some words I just put together while twiddling my fingers on some guitar strings……..
roll a cigarette on her porch thinkin everyone’s got what theyve wanted but i want someone to love and hold onto…hearts bleedin like a mississippi train headed down the river bring her home and im a character without the book oh honey you scared yourself, oh honey you scared yourself...
READ WRITE READ WRITE READ WRITE READ WRITE. MY TWO FAVORITE BEST FRIENDS!
Today equals web-surfing because I never get on anymore, guitar/piano practice, ‘white christmas’ learning, reading, running, shower, Ryan Adams/Oasis, who knows, etc.
I figured I would let you in on my day. Not sure if you are interested but I would have regretted not giving it a shot.
Pictures will start coming as soon as I get my camera.
New D40 is on the way again. Probably getting a computer instead of an iphone. Probably. I change my mind everyday. Recording continues this weekend. I got some ideas son.
So much love and life and art and humanity and beauty and time and creativity and god forsaken vanity is lost in the cell-phone-internet-instant-coffee-messaging-teleportation-electric-car-twenty-four-seven-news age. It is sad. And here I am typing on a plastic computer; conveying my plastic thoughts that I only wish mattered more than they do. Why can’t things last anymore? What happened to...
Laid down “Only In The Night” again yesterday evening. I like it. It’s non-chalant but still put together. Then Mr. Josh Davis and I worked on some drums for a f u jamz. A few are coming together and a few or so are still tumbling around, scattered in my head. I think I am the epitome of ‘scatter-brained’. I’m going to go look it up.
Yep that is me. I think. I...
DC Book Club first meeting last night. The Dharma Bums by Kerouac did the trick. Opened our minds. I think it almost was therapy…whatever that is.
Working on songs as usual.
Poem/Song/Words:
Smokin a cigarette On the corner of her bed where I sit Don’t know what I’m doing here Virginia ain’t got much for me these days The dishes are dirty in the sink of her house and the...
