Marvin Ghey
catching signals that sound in the dark

Male
27 years old
Louisville, KENTUCKY
United States



Last Login: 7/8/2009
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    Marvin Ghey's Interests
GeneralI read a lot. I write a lot. Poetry, short fiction. That kind of thing. Play some guitar here and there, but I don't play enough. So it really doesn't count.
MusicIndie/punk, mostly. Been listening to a lot of Shiner, I Farm, and Hum, lately, and falling asleep with Coltrane and Thelonious Monk. Picked up the new LP from Channels, today. It's pretty good stuff. Not Jawbox or Burning Airlines, but not bad. Guess the jury's still out on it, a bit. Silver Jews, Hank III, Caribou and Hot Snakes have been in the mix. Arcwelder, Slint, and June of 44 have been heavy in the rotation. Fugazi. Q And Not U. I love ALL and the Descendents. The Pavers are (well, were) awesome. Someday I, Wretch Like Me. I've actually been listening to NOFX's Wolves in Wolves' Clothing a lot, lately. Chavez, The Toadies and Oxes. Hell, I could list a couple hundred bands. I'll spare you and me both the hassle, though, and end it here.
MoviesI watched Tango and Cash last night. I wouldn't exactly say I was proud of it.
TelevisionParty. Tonight. When January rolls around, I'll start watching 24, again.
BooksRaymond Carver's Cathedral and Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son are my two favorite collections of short stories, and probably my all-round favorite books. As for longer fiction... Hubert Selby Jr.'s Last Exit to Brooklyn is one hell of a book. Read Art Spiegelman's graphic novel Maus, last week. James Wright's The Branch Will Not Break and Denis Johnson's The Incognito Lounge are two of my favorite books of poetry. Federico Garcia Lorca kicks my ass all over the place. Read Nick Flynn's Some Ether and Rodeny Jones' selected works, recently.
HeroesMeh. I'm not sure I have one. The Corcodile Hunter is dead. Jesus is in Heaven. We're not sure Robin Hood even existed.

     Marvin Ghey's Details
Status:Single
Orientation:Straight
Religion:Christian - other
Zodiac Sign:Pisces
Smoke / Drink:Yes / Yes
Education:In college
Occupation:Slacker

   Marvin Ghey's Schools
The University Of Montana-Missoula
Missoula, MT
Graduated: N/A
Major: Creative Writing
 
Current Courses:

2007 to Present
University Of Louisville
Louisville,Kentucky
Graduated: 2007
Student status: Alumni
Major: English
 
Current Courses:

2005 to 2007
Zion Christian Academy
Columbia,Tennessee
Graduated: 2000
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
 

1997 to 2000



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About me:
My brain and my body are kind of melted down to the same thing, right now. It leads to a lot of head-nodding to the sounds of math rock. It's a lot like boredom, but the pulse is exciting. It's a jerking in the knee that has no real space/time coordination but makes a sort of perfect sense. The cat sits by the door and listens to the neighbor cross the hallway from his main apartment to his split-off bathroom, and then he passes to our own bathroom when the sound goes dry. He doesn't fear water, and he's more like a bird, and he climbs into the tub, even though it's still damp from my turning the faucet on earlier to wash a tiny bug down the drain. And it's the cat's own fascination, and I think he's of a Turkish breed that supposedly travels well. He has traveled well for me, and I can see him swimming down a river, hunting the ghosts of Arab mice who changed the name of the city to something foreign and without European influence. I can see him painting a cross to his chest and riding in an airplane, squalling and pissed off and raging with his mouth barely open, because he knows that if I saw that, I'd be scared he was dehydrated or hyperventilating, though I know he's only mad. He's the saxophone in something that isn't jazz. He's the harmonica in punk rock that grows out of the woods of Kentucky. And it all makes sense. His steps out of the bathroom are over the sink, for a time, and they are without rhythm. But only he can make that motion. And his chest is swelling up, and I am bobbing with him. Or he is bobbing with me.

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Who I'd like to meet:
James Wright and Raymond Carver. If they weren't dead.

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Marvin Ghey has 43 friends.
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brandon





Sep 9 2008 11:40 PM

old.
RandomNaySayer





Jan 26 2008 3:54 PM

HAHA!

I laugh in your myspace! We haven't spoken in so long, I'm surprised I'm still on your friends list. How's life?
Denae





Dec 8 2007 6:56 AM

You're on MySpace. How gay...
riffmaker





Dec 7 2007 1:41 AM

whats up? i found this site and thought i'd tell everyone, it shows you if anyone at school likes you. i dont know how it works but its really cool, it told me a couple different people who have crushes on me. you gotta try it!

Does anyone like you? Click here to find out.
It's Me!





Nov 20 2007 1:19 PM


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Micah





Sep 8 2007 11:17 PM

Denae





Jul 16 2007 9:40 PM

I miss you. :(
Brett Eugene Ralph’s Kentucky Chrome Revue





Jul 12 2007 2:48 AM

Go west, young man!
Denae





Jun 22 2007 4:52 AM

YAY!!! Now facebook, bitch!
emma





Jun 16 2007 9:14 PM

hiya marvin. how's stuff and shit?
not using this go away





May 25 2007 5:48 AM

My favorite asshole.

Hellow. :)
Benjamin





Feb 17 2007 11:26 PM

I need you inside of me. so hard. so fast. so absolutely salty. hoo haa
riffmaker





Feb 17 2007 9:42 AM

okay, you've re-established a line of communication. great. next step: you must critique some of my poetry posted on my blog. i will ask eternally.
riffmaker





Feb 13 2007 11:01 AM

dude, i don't know if you need some fucking time to break away as bad as i, but i'm willing to give in to my own selfish urges in the name of prolonging the onset of insanity. tell me are you down?
emma





Jan 23 2007 3:18 AM

HEY YEW!
riffmaker





Jan 21 2007 11:37 PM

plus you know how fucking jealous i am that you have ear ecstasy up there? i demand that you come share the goodness
riffmaker





Jan 21 2007 11:35 PM

YOOOOOOO! im me or do something. i no longer have your number. and read feedback on my poetry or whatever you want to call it.
It's Me!





Jan 10 2007 11:28 PM

You too fart face! I told David and now it's your turn! I WANT SOME GRANDMA-APPROPRIATE PICS OF YOU!!! She's getting old! She can't remember what we look like! SEND ME SOME PICS!!!
riffmaker





Dec 19 2006 7:41 AM

Critique my shit on my blogsky, McBitch. And I will return the favor. Though I would be receving the better deal so I will think of something to make up for my lack of abilities in literary critique. a beer at the pub by your place perhaps?
riffmaker





Dec 17 2006 6:15 AM

I like that song more every time i open your page. now listen to mine and drive down tomorrow dammit!
riffmaker





Nov 24 2006 2:15 AM

happy day of the fucking giant white bird that gobbles and clucks and sneers at all the shmucks. call soon
riffmaker





Nov 13 2006 9:19 AM

So how be these days fer ye? Sorry, I can't find a better way to say what's up. You should drive own soon. We're talking about having a grand conclave of sorts in columbia, i.e. campout (but before it gets too cold). Yes this would necessitate you driving down. I believe it is your turn.
riffmaker





Oct 26 2006 5:32 AM

earlier to stef: i am blameful, blemished and bitten by the former illusions of my summer days running through the backyard in a rocky cauldron of bee stings and i swallowed one that one day. it hurt for a minute. but i knew you were coming beforehand. i knew you would be there to drive the stinger deeper in the end. *******************************

and now some vogon poetry overheard from the galacto-hirron 5, free floater while it was simultaneously a mild summer breezy and a cooler 75 degrees in South Muncey, Indiana in 1975:

gingleblarf doedni oksteno makeglish junstra bleroodie hiven zig hronk felfsuid my jargle fedungsa gife barbo blat reggsen ijderminsnot jelti.

The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy has some of the worst things to say about Vogon poetry. Quite frankly, it is one of the most god-awful, hideous experiences one could have. Or something like that....

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A radio tunes in from static: "What is the drive, the motor into that increment...."

(((((((Static, fuzz))))))) >"Lassie is loose; I repeat, Lassie is loose." >"John, can you give me more detail? >"All I can say is Lassie is loose, dammit! The people are running mad in the streets. Brett, I'm going to have to discontinue transmission. Oh my God! What the hell is that.....N-?!?! >"Well, we certianly will have to hope for now that John is okay. There is really no telling exactly what has happened. We will bring you more on the sudden loss of communication with reporter, John Porter when we return from these messages...

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blanket my bruises. i can hear the carols and see the bough about to break. the law we take is the one we make okay for our selective perceptionality into harmonics. There are too many pigeons on the limb and the doves can't fit in. Too high the tide the green bleak black or maybe hunted apprehension. Quick it fires into the helping of mashed intention.

Defense, defined, destroyed, Heinlein had it right, govern your plated table hand. divide you into more than the currency of the waters want your jugular grasp. these offerings are nothing. for if anything, they are lies but trust, you gave to what i said and made sure it was the right way to say it. risk the burnt fingertip, the burnt sole of your shoe, hint of a hurricane relieves the mighty wind in mind for tomorrow.

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Oct 17 2006 9:40 PM



Your making almost the same pose in your display...Striking Isnt It?
riffmaker





Oct 15 2006 11:28 PM

you see, a bleuh de larf. sickunto mitsga, the feasnad iaftyo bedroooki. yadsley tyup. yadsley tyop. agsen drenbeud nonjuntert elsmeekio. mies d oglarf, mehhh.... about somewhere round 2 am. will call soon. call me @ house. 615-773-8062
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