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Just Friends

February 28th, 2009

One of those songs where I pretty much get all of the music down before I finish the lyrics. But that’s what I love about recording to a computer. You can work backwards if you want.

You had nothing to do, I had nothing to say
I had nothing on you when you took it away
I don’t need anything I know how how to hide
there’s no living for things you keep setting aside

I got nothing against you, you got nothing against me
There’s nothing there to collapse all the space in between
There’s nothing in the air that ain’t chemical
There’s nothing in my soul that ain’t physical

You don’t need me around and I understand
What emptiness will contain is too obvious
There’s nothing in my life I won’t complicate
But you’re not mine anymore so I’ll be on my way


Time

February 26th, 2009

I’ve been going through new recordings and polishing up what I have so I can work on them.  I just finished up the lyrics to this one–probably my newest song and the only one so far not written on guitar.  It only has a piano and dance-type drum machine beat right now.  I started writing it literally as I was waking up one morning.

there was a time
back inside of the broken past
to sift away
all the things that never last
it’s frozen there
taking cues from a memory
it’s got me taking myself apart

now that you’re gone,
you’re reminding me of everything
that’s not around
and the nervous air that’s in between
my lazy eyes

I’m trying to catch up

we used to talk
in the random space on a faded line
that never took
what was yours from what was was mine
I feed these walls
with stale projections from the past
I’m trying to find myself in there
again


Temporal Lobe

February 25th, 2009

Identity and time.  I wrote this a long time ago, and then ditched it.  I like it again.

this is in my head
I can feel it in my sleep
it’s all that I am
and all I ever need

on the day that I was born
millions did the same
10,000 days have passed
countless yet to come

anywhere I go
wherever I be, it’s me

when I’m old in my body
strain to feel and fail to see
I’ll be on my way
I don’t plan to stay

anywhere I go
wherever I be, it’s me

the 10,000 days thing is literal. When I was 27, I calculated the number of days I had been alive and found that I was like 9,995 days old. My friend Cray and I went for drinks to celebrate my 10,000th day.


Opt Out

February 25th, 2009
the empty space
behind my face
you wandered through
guess it wasn’t for you

fill my head
with darkness instead
forfeit my chances as
a part of this
romantic comedy
scripted out bullshit scene
pursuit of happiness
it’s not meant for me


I Biked

February 25th, 2009

I sent out some photocopy art as a new mail art project, but I was limited by the number of stickers I had:

I Biked

When I worked at the Target HQ, they had these stickers in the bike storage room that said “I Biked,” to promote biking to work. I took a small strip of them, and just used my last three sending out these photocopies of bike shadows.


Bla Bla Blacksheep

February 22nd, 2009

We started work on Bla Bla Blacksheep’s record today, laying down about 8 songs worth of drums and acoustic guitar.

Sanden

Garrett

Low View


Raccoon going to Japan

February 22nd, 2009

raccoon for brain cell

I’m sending my raccoon to Japan to get in on a brain cell.


Animals are in the mail

February 17th, 2009

The clear animal stickers are now part of a mail art project, being sent two at a time (one affixed to a clear CD like you get when you buy CDRs, the other ready to be stuck anywhere), raccoons and rabbits, in reused and collaged Netflix envelopes to mail art participants:

Mail Art
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When trapped at home becomes productive.

February 15th, 2009

As I’ve been recovering, I made it a point to “get somewhere” with regards to the unfinished business piling up in my apartment.  The Law and Order episodes all started to blend together and I was afraid my muscles would atrophy.  I started chipping away at my taxes, and trying to find all of the expense documentation for Exits + Obstacles.  I was really disorganized as that project came together.  I made some progress managing clutter, and finding things to throw out.  I have a bunch of books I don’t need, and I’m thinking there’s gotta be a place to donate them to.

I also designed a cover for what could be the next CD.  Not that one is definitely in the works, I just got a cover design idea.  I do have a handful of tracks I feel pretty good about, and I could say I’m working on a new CD, but I’m in no hurry.  As soon as I get tired of the tracks I like now, I’ll be motivated to write and record five more.  Then I’ll probably design another cover, rediscover the old tracks and decide it’s a project, only to record new stuff right up to the end to make me want to ditch half of the older stuff anyways…

The bronchitis is almost gone.  I can sort of talk again.  Now I’m broke from being out sick for two weeks.  It’s time to find a second job, if any exist.


Bronchitis Days

February 11th, 2009

Below is a list of what I’ve been doing the past week and a half.  I’m getting a slight hint that I may be recovering finally…

  • coughing.  a lot.  uncontrollably at times.
  • drinking NyQuil, Sprite, ginger ale, orange juice, etc.
  • watching stuff online with NetFlix.  I got through the entire sixth and seventh seasons of Law and Order SVU.
  • trying to clean up my computer and organize my photos.  it didn’t work.
  • searched for animal pictures (foxes, red squirrels, opossums and wolves) for my desktop background.  Here’s the winner.
  • writing music on Sarah’s piano.  nothing permanent.
  • trying to sleep, but waking myself up with my own coughing.
  • I cleaned off my counter.
  • tried to work on my taxes, but I got a headache

This sucks.  I want it to be over.