It is important for you to know that I am afraid of everything.
Especially you.
One day I am going to write about Walter. Everyone thinks I'm joking around, or making fun of him, but in all honesty I think he's a Godsend. I've never met a happier being before. Not even my dog.
Other people think I'm good at guitar. I think I'm garbage, but nothing I've ever thought (really THOUGHT) has ever amounted to anything, especially because people have an obsession with proving me wrong.
I could say that the sun is bright and someone will contradict me. And when I tell them not to contradict me, please, for the love of all things holy, satanic, or Hendrixesque to please not contradict me for just once, they'll say "I'm not contradicting you."
I hate and love humankind. I love us because we're fascinating and I hate us because the reason that we're fascinating is that we're all, purely, deeply evil.
Some people believe in Heaven. Poor bastards.
Isn't there an animal in there?
FORTY-FUCKING-TWO
I Am An Indie Kid. I am not a hippie. I am not emo. I'm both. I'm An Indie Kid.
I used to live in Fairfax, where I was wrapped in the mystical cold air of the hills. I lived next to a bridge and in late October, early November the creak beneath that bridge would fill up. Every night of the rainy season I would get lulled to sleep by a noise somewhere between baby's laughter and distorted guitars being dropped at full volume.
I knew something was wrong when last November it didn't start raining.
Every morning that I'm at my mom's house in San Fransisco I look out the window of the kitchen to see the enormous red and white radio tower on the hill a bit away. I want to climb up its legs and eat its brains from the top. I want to sing it to sleep. I want to jar it awake. I want to be its best friend. I want to tell it about all the beautiful women I see. I want to stab it till it bleeds Easter Monday. But I have to find a way to get there first, because no one will drive me.
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I've literally been looking for this video for a year. It's the single greatest preformance of any song by any band I've ever seen. God Bless the Arcade Fire
Arcade Fire are my favorite band because of their songs, but Wilco are my favorite band just as a band. This preformance of "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" is a perfect example of Jeff Tweedy's songwriting shining perfectly on stage. Nel's Cline's guitar flourishes, and especially Glenn Kotche's miraculous drumwork take this some from excellent to classic right away.
Go See This Band Live Before They Are All In Obituaries
Who I'd like to meet: Philosophers
Poets, by Bob Dylan's definition, by my definition.
People who give a fuck about their lives and other people's lives.
People who know what they're talking about
yeah! that one is is splendid fun. I remember when you were tuning your guitar and all, and I saw the shadow and knew it was the perfect moment. Ittttt should be your default. XP
hmmm, that sounds like mine, lol. But it's been nice to see my big brother. And last year he wasn't here for the holidays, cause he was in Taiwan the whole year.
Guess what? Today my family got back our shit we had put in storage in washington... and I have the record player and the records in my room and it's fucking exciting! yay new/old music. yeeeeeeeeeeee
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