Yes, it's true.

There is a band called the Misfats. All that catchy punk I listened to in high school manifests itself in these fine portly gentlemen. Gives new meaning to why the genre is called Horror Punk. And why Glenn Danzig left the band. continue reading...

JUDGED.

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Like always, I wind up at Payne's. I had to take compositional shots for Digital Photo 1. I don't think of myself as an artistic photographer by any means, so I'll call it compositional photography, not art per say. But I found one these Bee//Fly hybrids.

Don't really know what to call them, they're kinda just bastards with wings.

But anyways took a picture of it. Thought I'd put it up.

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When I was in elementary school, I started a lot of bands. It's funny though, it was more just one band which reincarnated itself over and over again using different names, unbeknownst to us.

Everything we did sounded the same: very shitty. We had a walmart drum set which I'm pretty certain wasn't even ours. I had my uncle's old electric guitar.

I remember we had a song called, "Strange Vibrations".

The feeling of playing around in the garage and taking ourselves a little too seriously still resinates with me today. I feel it in the music I make now and probably will feel it in the future. It's a combination of feeling small and big at the same time, right and wrong, and complicated and simple. It's a good feeling.

I went Wednesday night to the Bishop, this new music venue on Walnut, to see Prayer Breakfast.

Prayer Breakfast is an interesting band to me. They're made up of five members who, in one way or another, have been a part of changing or shaping how I think about music. They've all been parts of things I've loved growing up: half-handed cloud, everything, now, Husband & Wife. Recently I've purchased solo records from both Vollmar and Mike Dixon (who's solo music is called Homecomings and is really really incredible). Jared runs a record label calledFlannelgraph and was the original owner of Village Green Records, where I saw some of the best live music I've ever seen and bought some of my favorite records.

So, naturally, I love Prayer Breakfast. Even the name is reminiscent of something I used to do and was a part of my life.

Anywho, Prayer Breakfast were a delight to watch. I can't exactly explain it though. Their music almost coorespondses with something which is inheritly a part of me; something that gets me really emotional and happy. It's a strange vibration. Or, better yet: it sounds sort of like what watching a sunset behind a cornfield feels like. Go listen to it.

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I went downstairs around one in the morning to take some trash out. On my way to the dumpster I passed a rabbit and he ran off. I tossed my trash, and headed over to the steps to light up a few. On the way I passed the rabbit again, and again he ran off. God damn I thought, that rabbit must really think I'm trying to kill him. continue reading...

Work

A Korean gave me a five dollar tip today at work. Thanks, Stephen for your diplomatic work over January. continue reading...

Poems

Here are some poems I found in an older notebook of mine.

Image # 14

Re-writing

imagination- a tank

full of exotic fish

and drawing tables

laced with orange legs

brown, swollen, top

my car makes a kicking sound

and I pack to head out, up-

in your general direction

I felt sleepy on the drive

the dash of my car

held the music, phone,

backpack, laptop, etc.

Questioning

thinking

Nervous ticking;

motions

feverish and true

and beautiful

Something I cannot wait

to share with everyone.

Image # 2

Sitting down-

to dinner

over the home cooked

meal you made,

I really looked-

at you..

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