| Could do without |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
Last week I dreamt in the waking-up-inside-a-dream mode, and when I woke everything around me was scorched and I realized I'd left something on and gone to sleep...looking down, I saw that the fire had cleanly burned off two or three of my fingers. It was realistic enough that in the dream I started to flip out about all of the things that I wouldn't be able to do anymore, fairly mundane things...
Fire terrifies me, so destructive and irreversible. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2009|03:58 am] |
Hey Scott,
Q: When one of the most attractive people in a public place throws herself to you, what do you do?
A: Smile, play it cool, and let it drop!
Sometimes I don't fucking know.
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| Yew crazy!! |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|01:38 pm] |
The last actual band I got anywhere with was called Yew Car, back in the latter half of 2007. Ardent LJers may remember seeing our demo here. This group was a real hodgepodge, synthesized from a friend of a friend, an answer to an IU classified (yep, I felt pretty lame), and a faceless student DJ whose playlist I found online and was impressed by. Said DJ was one Julie Graf, who kindly accepted the out-of-the-blue offer to play music with three people she didn't know. She was a grad student and very busy, however, and only ended up making it to the first of our rehearsals. I kept very sporadically in touch with her as she graduated and moved to Washington DC, and just last week I was pleased to find a comic from her in my mailbox. She apparently uses these comics to keep far-flung family and acquaintances abreast of her doings, and I was amused and flattered to get a mention for trying to draft her into Yew Car. I probably saw Julie in person less than five times, and she was far too friendly for me to ever catch on that she had me pegged for a lunatic...
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| Costanza cool |
[Feb. 12th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
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1: man don't carry pencils in your pocket! 2: why not? 1: you'll puncture your scrotum 2: damn none of that today 1: man you only get one shot you never get that fluid back 5:06 PM 2: man, save that for adam that is one of my worst fears |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2009|09:39 am] |
Dreamt of being near a beach, wanting to visit it at night...
The night before, going to an outlet grocery with a group of peers and purchasing sugar cereal akin to Cocoa Pebbles. A very special occasion. |
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| Bought this zeppelin and no possible use |
[Jan. 11th, 2009|04:43 pm] |
Unhappy dream:
-stuck in backwater
-uncertain past departures
-running in herds, dropping eyes in doors
-neighborhood
-even humming to myself in dreams now
-packing a bag and goddamn socks turning white |
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| Best thing I've read in a long time |
[Jan. 6th, 2009|01:06 pm] |
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It did give me a new view on things. As I say people are creatures of habit and now I'm back again thinking exactly as I did before I nearly died. One gets comfortable again. I start to think 'yeh I know I nearly died, but that's OK now. You came for me and you didn't get me and now I'm going to live longer', which of course is me being self delusional.
It was an interesting and profound experience. I think it was made even more profound by the fact I was under such huge doses of morphine but only for a couple of days before I took the epidural out. After that happened as I mentioned in the book, I did see the Angel of Death descend to the person next to me. I think some people think I was still on morphine but it was very clear. I was no longer drugged and had taken the morphine out early although the nurses had said I should carry on for a few more days. Actually the last vision I had on morphine was one of Elvis Presley under a strobe singing 'Jingle Bells' which was so realistic, and that's when I called the nurse over and said 'nurse detach me, I think I'm OK now'. Before that I was just absolutely great, I just loved the morphine but things started get less profound and more banal. I mean Elvis Presley, God bless him, it could have been a more credible song like 'Hound Dog'. It was an early period Presley when he has hip swinging and not the Vegas stuff.
So not the white jump suit then?
No, he was singing the material he sang in the big white jump suit but he was still looking pretty good. He was still swivelling his hips, and I think this was pissing me off as well because I couldn't even walk. I had staples all up my stomach and a tube up my penis for the urine and tubes up my nose so I wasn't felling very swilled-hipped.
-David Tibet on his hospitalization for peritonitis, interviewed by Lee Powell for Judas Kiss Magazine, 2006
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| So very taxing |
[Jan. 4th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
Tomorrow I will mail off my tax return forms for 2007 and 2006. No need to rush into these things.
This is good in that I now have a sizable combined refund coming my way on top of whatever this year's will be, but bad in that it points up my rather cartoonish propensity for procrastination.
TIME WARP!!
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| Rock monoliths |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|03:35 pm] |
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Dreamt of towering pillars (trees?) with faces carved at the top, and trying to dump a destroyed rental car. Fucking stop-sign-running drivers have made my dreams and driving nervous. |
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| Completely dental |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|03:42 pm] |
First dental appointment in over two years went smashingly; I was sure I had at least two cavities, but all anyone could talk about was what great teeth I had. Apparently my shit is unshakeable.
And my new dentist is SMOKIN' HOT!! I need to work on getting a cavity for real, or bust a tooth or something. |
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| Never mind the doubles |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|10:03 am] |
Woke this morning at about 6:00, which is a very unusual time for me to be awake...it was somehow comforting, hearing the first stirrings of the people in neighboring apartments. The one thing I could do without is the constant hacking of the man who lives below me. I somehow went the first three months here without noticing it at all.
My dreams are taking on a new quality lately, more heavily imbued with my own winning character, for better or for worse. Last night, in the midst of explaining the essence of abandoned industrial machinery to someone, I got my head entangled in some sort of automotive wheel. Quite alarming, as I was near a body of water, and I began to yell: "Help...don't let me fall in the lake..." It had a musical lilt that I liked but is now gone.
Lying face-up after waking has always put me at my most vulnerable. Everything begins and ends in those moments, all potential, memories, and regrets standing side by side. This morning I was reminded of The Green Futures of Tycho, a children's science fiction novel by the wonderful William Sleator. Did anyone ever read Interstellar Pig? Fucking cracked.
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| Aphasiatic internecinenecinenecine |
[Nov. 28th, 2008|12:03 am] |
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Woke late Wednesday morning from an indescribably WONDERFUL dream, absolutely unprecedented and unprecipitated. Not quite lucid, but it did not want to be woken from. And I was strangely not as heartbroken to leave as I would have thought. Something is afoot, the key hangs near, my hands are NOT tied.
Met my dear friend ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) spincyclescream 's English beau on Monday, and he was as charming as I'd hoped. Even if he didn't know who MR James was or understand the need for Yankee Highland Games. Hail to the tragic psychic Scots!
Happy holidays, a lot of you have been on my mind.
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| A kind of Trinity |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|02:56 pm] |
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Haikus for Sisyphus Hey man, I been there.
Every day. And it's not
even nine o'clock. Brilliant idea:
stand behind the stone next time.
Rock and roll rock and-
These haikus were written by my doppelgänger Andy. The other me is inspired! As for the other other me, well:
What you know about it?
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| Tommy Katkins still sends his regards |
[Nov. 11th, 2008|05:29 pm] |
Godfuckingdammit.
Second time this year I've gotten all moist-eyed listening to Current 93 at work. Maybe I'm being manipulated here?
"Mommy, why is the guy with headphones crying?"
Because he chokes my heart like plastic Noddy...
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| Who's gonna ride that wild Bono? (Bono, Bono, Bono, light my way) |
[Oct. 24th, 2008|05:27 pm] |
The tape player in my car stopped Chipmunking random cassettes, so my dubbed copy of Achtung Baby saw a return to action: four times back to back on the way to Chicago! Fantastic late-night driving music. I know it's unfashionable to get behind anything but '80s U2, if that, but I probably don't need both hands to count the number of albums that keep me this engaged from start to finish. The early '90s found these guys at their sultry best.
During the Zooropa tour, U2 would close each encore with "Love Is Blindness," and Bono--in full Macphisto garb--would pluck a lucky lady from the audience for a waltz while the band finished up. Slow dancing with a Satanic Bono in front of the whole world...we should all be so lucky.
The night is bleeding like a cut. If only you knew, Mr. Hewson. |
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| No time to lube the lugube tube |
[Oct. 21st, 2008|01:20 pm] |
It's nice to be busy with projects during this beloved time of year, but I've got Sheridan Le Fanu, MR James, Robert Aickman, the requisite Lovecraft, AND this beauty on deck (wanky art, I know):
and next to no time to read any of them before the 31st. Ah well. At least the MR James stories are fairly short and can be stuffed into the creepy cracks of my schedule.
AND I dangerously lent out my favorite Halloween record--TSOL's Change Today?-- just a few days ago. I'd better get it back, or kneecaps will crack!
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| Could have been better |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|12:10 pm] |
Grab the nearest book. *
Open the book to page 56. *
Find the fifth sentence. *
Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions. *
Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
( Peter Taylor ) |
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| Introducing...A Slight Delay! |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|05:14 pm] |
About a year ago to date I unwittingly became a member of a remotely operating wedding band, with instigator Douglas Tesnow (of Chicago) and locals Michael drekka Anderson and Justin Vollmar. One fateful Saturday night I received a call from Michael to come along and help with a bit of "G-rock" to honor the impending (doom!) wedding of a fellow named Andy, a good friend of the others but someone I had only met once. Andy was, nonetheless, my dyed-in-the-wool doppelganger, and so I was happy to lend what I could. Things got off to a lighthearted start, but as we all agreed on the ambience we wanted, the somber ghost of The Cure circa 1980 reared its head and we became pretty taken with what we were doing. Even Justin, the odd non-Cure-fan of the group, somehow channeled the appropriate washed-out grandfather clock tick-tick-tick...more guitarists should play along with the bass drum! Anyhow, with Doug on piano, Michael sitting in on percussion, and me on bass, we knocked the song out in about 30 minutes and had the recording finished within the next 24 hours. Certainly the most serendipitous bout of music-making I've ever been involved in; Andy was happy and so were we. I had no idea of Michael's vocal and lyric until after the fact, and I love thinking of a newlywed couple dissecting the lyrics: "Ummm.....thanks." :)
The group was christened A Slight Delay.
Wedding Cake
Come July of this year, Doug had a new commission for us: ex-Static Films bandmate Evan was tying the knot now as well. Things weren't quite as easy this time around--Doug's one-weekend-only visit being a considerable stressor--until Doug sat down at Justin's weird old electric organ and we came up with a bass'n'synth riff on the spot. It was enough to distract Michael from his phone call, so we decided to stick with the new thing and abandon the one we'd been dragging ass on. We had only a very rough sketch by the time Doug split on Sunday morning, but Justin whipped it into shape with some trancey Wurlitzer and rhythm guitar (listen for the crickets!). A Slight Delay was getting SMOOTH.
Big Sur
We've got another wedding deadline (Doug must be old as a motherfucker with all his friends getting married) coming up, and there is talk of making this an actual band that doesn't just do songs as wedding gifts. Though I do know more than one person with near-future matrimonial designs who at the very LEAST deserves a heartfelt Cure sendup when their time comes. Until then, friends.
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