Friday, January 29, 2010

45 mercy st

I've been thinking in a really cohesive way recently. Like everything flows together and becomes one. Intertwining. I've been thinking of ways to make things work. Like tips for myself. Like relying on literature and expanding on other people's brilliant ideas rather than my own petty thoughts. Like Anne Sexton. or Sylvia Plath. I don't know.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

inexplicably and debilitatingly bummed out today. i need to go somewhere else but i have no where else to go.


i work on my feet all day
i've got all of your records, ok
this love-drunk summer season makes me feel sane
you're spread out all over manhattan
worn weathered and written in latin
where your head hangs, under awnings, it always rains
i've got, i wear your defaults like a stain
strange, urbane mythology
melancholy crept over me
i can't you, i can't help myself
play house, play domestic strife
8 hours, 2nd floor life
i can't help everyone, i can't help myself
i've got, your closed-mouth trick remains
if you wanna take me
we'll cut off all this mess
if you wanna take me
i would surely go
we work on our feet all day
we've got every record ever written, ok
your midnight prolific monologues make me feel sane
we're separated by ego and denial
but i'll stay here with you for a while
while you overcome me under awnings, it always rains

Saturday, January 16, 2010

the creative process, part I

I'm becoming sort of arrested by the stagnated state of, well, my band, as far as writing for a full band goes. Not at all to say that I personally write for the full band, but writing a skeletal version of a song that a conventional bass-guitar-drums band is going to execute. It's a little frustrating so I think I'm just going to give it a rest for a little while. It's pretty disappointing because I was totally excited to work on a "record". Like, because it was this cohesive and conceptual thing, it made me feel like it was going to need all of my attention. I don't know, I was pretty excited about that.

Spent the majority of this day in bed and now I'm working on some solo songs for a split tape I'm doing with my friend Chris. Maybe it'll get me back in the swing of things.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


March 13th-Richmond, VA
March 14th-Baltimore, MD
March 15th-Washington D.C.
March 16th-Brooklyn, NY
March 17th-Cambridge, MA
March 18th-Philadelphia, PA
March 19th-Columbus, OH
March 20th-Louisville, KY

Spring Break, 2010.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


so maybe i'll try to do this more

to salvage myself from social networking brain-fry. futile attempt. take one. maybe its the seasonal cold symptoms or maybe its the (few but crucial) hours in my job description but my adorable little place of work is kind of consuming me. i mean either that or i'm just looking for an scapegoat. desperately seeking subterfuge. i should stop taking so much cold medicine, i guess i feel like even the pot of coffee i drank today hasn't helped me wake up.

i had an arts and crafts breakthrough today. i just wish i still had a working sewing machine.