the blogged box

I went to buy some last minute presents. Is it considered last minute if it’s your fist time Christmas shopping this month? Well I was sitting in my car waiting for someone to respond to a text message when I got distracted and found a pen. Shortly after finding said pen, I found a USPS box in my back seat. For the next forty minutes, I was sitting in my car writing all over this box. Blogging, I guess. I wrote the shit out of this box, even on the tape.

Would you like to read what I had to say?

You can find the blogged box on top of the electoral box behind the trash dumpster / trash dumpster home (haha) next to Pei Wei by Wahoos. Read it and tell me what I said for a sweet prize.

why didn't i care this much about soc 101?

I watched a really good movie tonight, Wendy and Lucy, directed by Kelly Reichardt. I really like Kelly’s style of movie making; it’s very minimalist but man does it do the trick. I need to checkout her first film, Old Joy; it seems to be about two guys who go out on a wilderness adventure and really learn about each other and society as a whole. Both Wendy and Lucy and Old Joy take place in the northwest; I really like that (you should know that).

Wendy and Lucy is somewhat along the lines of Into the Wild (god I hate this movie) in that it’s a take on society and how out of whack it is (“Into the Wild came out a year before”, you snort out. “Fuck you, don’t you think I know that? This film is better,” I say. You reply, “you’re just saying that because not many people know about this movie and you think that’s cool”).


The film follows Wendy Carol and her dog Lucy on a journey to Alaska. Alaska because it seems that it is the only place left for the down on her luck young lady (jesus christ, if Wendy were a real person, I would wife her in a heartbeat. I’d need a beard though…). Unfortunately, the two run into a bit of bad fortune; this is where Kelly Reichardt shines. The ordeals Wendy has to go through, the way Kelly shows how real the situation is, it’s like she’s screaming at you with a megaphone about how stupid you and everyone around you are. This is very much a political film dealing with how hard it is to make it day by day and how we treat those who are in this situation. The ending really is (I hate to stray from proper writing, I really thought I was on a roll) the realest shit ever. They don’t ‘Disney movie’ it and make it so that everyone is happy. I really like that. Wendy and Lucy definitely brought out some emotions in me.

Didn’t cry though.

I can really relate to Wendy in the film. Right now, I would say that I’m at a low point (not taking school seriously. No job. I’m impressionable as fuck) and I see the next year as a significant turning point (I’ve got some big things planned for 2010). Like Wendy, I’m over being fucked. I know that sounds corny as hell but it’s the truth, sister.




ps
Thank your Sarah for making that thread about good flicks and xfurnx for recommending Wendy and Lucy.

Sorry about my last blog post (I deleted it); I guess I’m a show-offy drunk. How embarrassing, right? (your doing it again)

I need someone to recommend where i should start Yo La Tengo.

The Black Album is the funnest record to sing along to when your alone in the car.

Saw Baroness with my best friend from high school, Guilmero. Best show i have ever been to. I feel sorry for dudes who listen to strictly hardcore music (coughMarkLafatacough)

chatroulette.com is the devil




the end

these aren't the droids your looking for...

today i was driving a friend and myself to that hawaiian joint by my house. there was a guy on the corner twirling a sign; i wasn't really paying attention but out of the corner of my eye i caught the part that said: WE SELL DROIDS.

"ohh my god!"

...

"no jeff, they're talking about the phone...the Verizon droid"

i wonder if that happened to anyone else today..

..

i've got some terrible new today. andre labelle passed away last night. rest in peace my friend.

andre was the coolest guy i knew in middle school. i was always trying to impress him; he had the coolest style growing up and i wanted to be just like him. the last time we hung out was just in the parking lot at ralphs early this year. we talked and caught up and stuff. this is tough. i'm really going to miss you, man.

bloodie blah blah

woo-hoo! so i'm on break now, i just have to go see what Jim wants to do about the bacteria plates tomorrow morning then i am officially on break (not that i haven't already been) oh fuck you..this is my worst semester ever. sad face)).

some stuff real quick:
-i didn't get to see converge/mastodon
-my hair's short again!
-the job hunt is sucking right now
-twelve hours of traffic school. mega bummer

other than all that, nothing new really.
thanksgiving's coming up..you know, besides the obvious reasons to be happy this time of the year, the best part is actually seeing mom being super stoked. you hear how like parents separating is supposed to be real shitty for the kids. it's not really that for me but i'm really getting how much i love mom and dad, even though it may not look like it.

ready for more gushy nonsense?

i found my stuffed animal (that happens to be a bear) in my closet at mom's house. i got this thing when i was stuck in the hospital at age nine. he's looking really scruffy; not like mister Burns' teddy bear but still weathered. he's got a burn on his bottom from when Alex put a hair dryer on him, haha. ever since i found him, i've been getting really good sleep. so awesome.

so for thanksgiving, Ivy and Marife are coming down to LA for a day. soo stoked. we were gonna do Disneyland but not anymore, we're probably gonna walk around LA and stuff. can you imagine Sunday traffic? fuck. whatever. crossing my fingers that Urbanoutfitters will have some of those Supertouch shirts. i was thinking about buying some The Office dvds on black friday. Sally just got into The Office and it would be cool to watch it together. maybe.

i haven't started counting the days until my birthday yet, i just know that it's in about a month. no idea what i want to do; i was thinking about driving somewhere far, who knows...


recent playlist..
the ergs-upstairs/downstaris
baroness-the blue album
alkaline trio-goddamnit
grizzly bear-veckatimest
m83-saturday=youth
kylesa-static tensions

movie night

i watched the virgin suicides today with sarah. i liked it so much that i had to go download the soundtrack. lately i've been watching movies to pass the time, seeing as i don't work nor do i have the motivation to study. i actually watched two movies today: Synecdoche, New York and The Virgin Suicides.

Synecdoche, New York was really cool but fuck did it leave me confused; i'll have to watch it a couple more times. it's by Charlie Kaufman (did you see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? think that kind of confusing. and no it's not a teenage cult flick) it's about a guy, Caden, who's life is slowly unwinding; his married life is failing him and...well he's dying. he comes across this prestigious grant which allows to finally make his great contribution to society: the most brutally honest play about life. the movie is filled with motifs and other 'smart person' stuff, for example, the forever burning house, the giant warehouse within a warehouse, or the doppelgangers that everyone has. watch this movie; it'll bum you out but it's really good.

The Virgin Suicides is about a family with five daughters growing up in suburban Detroit in the late seventies. it's shown through a group of boys' point of view who are sifting through the events and trying to understand why it is that led the girl's to end their lives. i don't feel like telling you about it too much because im really hungry. im going to go buy some ramen from Walgreens now, goodnight.




ps
sorry this i didn't really talk about whats going on right now, next post.




http://rs746.rapidshare.com/files/272306671/Air_-_The_Virgin_Suicides.zip

hello, fall

last weekend of summer..

so i was decided to go visit my mom, seeing as i never see her anymore. yesterday she took my hiking somewhere in the Angeles forest, it was rad. there was a stream that runs through but it was all dried out and stagnant; supposedly if you come back in the winter or fall, it is actually a rushing mini river. i also got to listen to the crap load of music that i had brought with me:

the gaslight anthem-the '59 sound
lewd acts-black eye blues
touche amore-to the beat of a dead horse
converge-petitioning forever
fucked up-year of the rat
foundation-hang your head

i didn't get to really listen to them all. the new touche amore record, in my opinion was a bit awkward tto listen to but it's good, nonetheless. didn't finish the new lewd acts record but from what i got to listen to, it's rad. love the gaslight anthem record. love the converge record(s). love the fucked up ep.



last night, i went to an end of summer bonfire thing in ventura, put on by brithney p. it was alot of fun and i never get to see thsoe kids. i brought some virgil's root bear and got treated to some heineken tall cans.




a buddy of mine recently got me into the show, Freaks and Geeks. fuck. greatest tv show to ever be on tv. it's produced by judd apatow so if your into his brand of humor you would love this show. it's like the most realistic, honest portrayal of high school and i can one hundred percent connect with the main character; she's in the middle of changing from nerdy geeky kid to a 'fuck you, i don't give a shit' rocker kid. the last episode (which didn't air) got me so bummed out, it was sad to see it end. i wish lindsay weir was a real person so i could marry her.


some other stuff:
-i got my discharge shirt in the mail
-mailed out a happy belated birthday thing a while ago:

super mario 64 DS
expired free seattle's best coffee coupon
card i scrawled together in my philosophy class

-i have a week left of vacation while everyone is in class. this is a sucky predicament
-fall is my favorite season, i am stoked


this is when lidsay weir got high for the first time and had to babysit a kid.

of course

ughh, i go and have a super fun weekend and i come home to contract the sound and fury death flu. this fucking sucks. i feel all kinds of shitty right now.

...sound and fury 2009...

best. weekend. ever.

i had so much fun this year; i love this fest and am beyond thankful that i can have this. it's really special to me because nowadays, i don't do much. i have been fucking around with school year round for two years and hanging out with the same kids in this boring town. sound and fury is always like my escape from my shitty life.

ok, enough of that...

in the beginning, the weekend went through so many changes. first it was supposed to be this but some shit happened and now i have to do that and so on. everything really came together the night before when an scv local messaged me about maybe getting a hotel. i had only seen this kids around a couple of times and some shows. we have some mutual friends but i never really hung out with those kids to be on a "hey whatchya doin today" basis", so this was cool. his name was Jeff, also. i met up with him at the venue on the first day.

"hey where you at?"
"i'm in the parking lot"
where in the parking lot? are you in your car?
"no, i'm..just tell me where you are"

so after a little awkward conversation, i started to feel ok and..adjusted to his presence (i have no idea). he was with Chris, whom i'm pretty sure i've met a couple of times before, and this wiggar looking kid named Ryan (at first i was thinking "the fuck is this guy doing here" but he's really cool).

i am hating myself cus i can;t remember who played what days specifically, but whatever.

once we got in, me and Jeff went and looked at all the merch. we both saw the new Touche Amore Sound and Fury LP and bought it instantly. i then went and got the new Lewd Acts LP while Jeff went crazy on shirts and stuff. Spidergohst had a flask that i wanted to get but it was made of glass and i thought it'd break in my pocket. after walking around for a bit, the first band stated to play on the Sound stage (the big stage). the opening band was Xibalba. not a band i'm into but i was stoked that kids were going off. "this is going to be a good weekend," i thought to myself.

highlights of day one were chugging a few beers in Chris' car, Nails, Get the Most (i think they played)..you know what, fuck it i can't remember the bands for shit.

the second day was probably the best day. i made sure to get a good spot for the Rival Mob; unfortunately, i was kind of let down. COA played the small stage, they had a great set.

"Boy are you texting? put that shit away, welcome to school...101"

after COA, New Lows played the small stage. i got a really shitty stage dive in for the last song; in doing so, i fucked up my elbow (this would end up killing me for the rest of the weekend). the only other band i can remember that played was Floorpunch. fuck. Floorpunch was amazing, they played the Intro-Changes and shit got wild. another shitty stage dive got me a fucked up and bruised forearm (same arm as my swellbow). that night, we hung out with COA and had a few drinks; rad dues. we hit the sack at around three or four and got up for the free breakfast.

the last day was another great set of bands. i was especially stoked because Jesse, Mel and Britney P were gonna make an appearance. the first order of business was to get some alcohol. we found Nate and Jarrod and got them to get us some forties. the first couple of bands, i was not into. that day, actually, went by really slow. it was like four o' clock when the good bands started playing, ie. Lewd Acts, Touche Amore, STZ, etc.

something super special to me was when Betrayed took the stage. this band is the best modern straight edge band around, hands down. i was floored; i hadn't listened to the band is a while, nor am i listening to much bands with their style. there is just something about them that separates them from the rest of the Hardcore scene..
i had a great time seeing this band. chills were running down my spine the whole time but the best part for me was when the played Understand. like i said, i haven;t been listening to this band but the lyrics really got to me. by the end of the song, i was getting teary eyed and emotional. after the giant mass of kids got off the stage, i got up and shook Aram's hand and told him that Betrayed really means a lot to me. after this, i had to go outside for a minute. i sat up against the fence and had a moment by myself. with my head in my arms, i got to thinking about my situation in life and how i relate to the lyrics in Understand; and all this deep stuff. this got me even more teary eyed and i started to cry. this was rally the best part of the weekend for me.

pulling myself together, i went in to see Guns Up. the place was going absolutely nuts. they got a couple of songs in before a fight broke out with some guy and a rent a cop; eventually, the rent a cop started to mace everyone. as kids were scattered everywhere trying to find out what was going on, Guns Up started up again to play the last part of the song. when they finished, everyone rushed to the closest exit to see Trash Talk play in the back of a Uhaul van. i opted out and hung out with some kids i met.

this weekend was fucking perfect and i'm really bummed that i have to wait a whole year for Sound and Fury 5. i met so many cool people and made a bunch of new friends that, not to mention all the cute girls with short hair. best. weekend...ever!

some random things that i couldn't find a place for
Dan, Shine, and Nikki: bummer you guys couldn't make it. next time next time.

Mel getting tattooed; i only got to hang out with her and Britney for like fifteen
minutes, haha.

B9 poster Damianteeth's front teeth getting knocked out. the N64 tournament was a failure because no one showed up. bummer.

Title Fight was amazing

Reign Supreme covered You Vandal. i really wish i wasn't outside eating hot dogs.

Mindset covered Blood Stains. i really wish i wasn't outside getting drunk.

yesterday, Monday, i had a shitty hangover and my body was deathly achy. still kinda feel sick.

this being the funniest thing i have ever witnessed. notice the guy moshing in the back of the guy's pickup. fuck.

me getting a $65 parking citation. i moved my car cus Todd Jones said that it was gonna get towed. fuck.

me not having the balls to tell Nicole from Deathwishinc that i now i have a mad crush on her. Mexican girls with big eyes, fuck, i'm telling you...

here are some pictures i took with my shitty cellphone
Jeff wore this backpack all weekend. fucking awesome.






the view from inside while trash talk was playing. check out the awning.





and then there is this one...

just like honey..

whoa...

so i just got home; i made sure that once i got home, i would write this.

ok so class had just gotten out. i was just so excited that it was finally the weekend. so many things were going through my head: oh man i;m gonna go call Jon to hang out, Sound and Fury is coming up soon, soo many other things coming up. so im driving home on the freeway when Time To Pretend by MGMT comes on. at this moment i look into the night sky and see the moon looking pretty peculiar. it was in what is called the waxing crescent phase, the one where it looks like a finger nail. so on top of this awesome sight, the moon is freaking orange! so there i am listening MGMT amazed at how the moon is looking..i look around and see that all in the sky, there are theses blinking lights! they must have been satellites or planes or something, i had never seen so many blinking lights in one part of the sky. all of it together was just the epitome of a beautiful summer night. i had to get into the slow lane because cars were passing me up. i actually said, "what the fuck, thats so cool!" i shit you not.

wow

i was just so overwhelmed by that, i;m still kind of speechless actually.

ok, i'm going to get some food, then i'm going to make an awesome feel good playlist to listen to. maybe i'll go see what Jon is up to.


bye.

this will be temporary ..

remind me to tell you about arizona and sound and fury 2009. really. don't let me forget..


"Shit!"..."shoot"

..'merica / the nomad

so im taking a shit right now, wishing i was back in santa clairta. last night i got to go chill with jon, i haven't seen that guy in like a month. we got to catching up and did some xboxing; finished the night with like five shots of jagermeister and went home to drunk facebook. unfortunately, that hangout sesh got me addicted to the sims again..

i left my water bottle at his house.

rewind to a couple of nights before, a tuesday to be exact. i took guilmero and myself to a show in LA. it was deadhead, badmouth, comadre, touche amore, and rotting out at the Nomad Art gallery. word on the street is that Jeremy had book the show so props to him. im soo glad that this show happened, it was such a good 'going to a show' experience. no it wasn't in Cameron's garage or a Legion hall. i'm so tired of the hardcore shows i've been going to. this one was great because it was more of the type music im into these days, the place it was at is an aaammmazing place to have shows (good job Jeremy), and to top it off, the crowd turnout/reaction to bands was just perfect.

mel was supposed to come but she couldn't come due to car trouble and money. bummer too because deadhead is on her label and i'm sure she would've been stoked to see them. the new deadhead is so good. this band is really one of the only bands that punk and hardcore have going for me.

i think i'm done taking a shit now, check out these videos from the show





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in my next post, i'll talk about my trip across the south with Mark and my plans for sound and fury 2009.


form like voltron

tangent from homework...

...which is trigonometry! hahah



THIS IS THE GNARLIEST FUCKING VIDEO EVER

im an elitist

it dawned on me that lately i have been reading a shit load. i finally finished the two Vonnegut books that i have just sitting in the back seat of my car. talking to a friend, i noticed that all she really talked about was stuff that was on TV and i thought to myself, "wow, this is dumb, why am i talking to this girl?". im addicted to Vice mag, they write such good articles, most of which are fucking hilarious to no end.

read this one:

HOW TO LOOK AMAZING IN PHOTOGRAPHS
By Amanda Maxwell

Another up-and-comer, Amanda is Australian and she sent us something that can’t be translated into our non-English editions because it’s an extended riff on the pronunciation of the word “douche.” It’s taken from her forthcoming book Nobody Told Me There’d Be Days Like These, which will soon be available at serpspress.com.




Story read by: A native of that wacky little country of New Zealand.

Click here to open the player in a new window Sometimes the world lets me in on its secrets. Not its important secrets, just its special little ones. The kind of secrets that help me to uphold a wonderful illusion of cleverness in the eyes of my friends and family.

For example, I know how to look amazing in photographs.

A little while ago I took a trip on an airplane. Sitting next to me on the airplane was a girl with long hair and curled eyelashes. She was reading a glossy magazine.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” I said.

“Do you want to read this magazine?” she asked. “I’ve finished with it.”

I was grateful for her kindness, as it wasn’t the kind of airplane with television screens on the back of every seat and I had made a bad choice of paperback in the airport news agency.

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

The girl passed me the magazine.

On the cover was a photograph of Scarlett Johansson. In the photograph Scarlett looked especially amazing. I looked at her for a long time without opening the magazine, and while I looked at her, I asked myself a question that I often ask myself when I am looking at amazing photographs of beautiful ladies: How come you look that amazing?

Her hair was all everywhere, eyes looking into my eyes, mouth doing that secret thing that model mouths do. It was amazing.

I couldn’t bring myself to open that magazine; for an hour or more I just kept looking at the cover. We had hit a little bit of turbulence and the girl beside me had turned white.

“I get so scared on airplanes,” she said.

“You’ll be fine,” I said and squeezed her hand. Then I went back to looking at the cover of the magazine.

Outside the sky was dark and empty. When the turbulence had settled down, the air hostesses came out with wine and lemonade. And then an eerie thing happened: I heard a sound. Not an airplane sound or the sound of a glass being dropped, but something like a whisper. It was coming from somewhere very close to me. I looked at the girl beside me. She was asleep. I heard it again.

“Shhh,” it said.

When I looked down I realized a very scary thing. The sound was coming from the glossy magazine in my lap. I picked the magazine up carefully and very slowly put my ears to Scarlett Johansson’s lips. And this is what I heard:

“Dooooouuuche.”

Just that single word.

“Did you say ‘douche’?” I whispered in Scarlett’s ear, but the sound was gone.

I drank my glass of wine in one mouthful. I wondered if this was what it was like to lose your mind.

Douche: a shower in French; not a shower in English.

I thought about an episode of Oprah that I’d seen a few years earlier. Oprah had been interviewing a gorgeous gynecologist who had just written a book on all things lady. The gynecologist was smiling and sharing fabulous feminine tips, more of which could be found in the book if you bought it. Suddenly, Oprah stood up and said, “You hear that, ladies? Don’t douche!”

And the crowd went wild. They joined her in a chorus of “Don’t douche, don’t douche, don’t douche.” Fists punching the air.

But on the airplane that day the memory seemed too good to be true and I couldn’t guarantee that I hadn’t made it up. Things were very strange.

The girl next to me was awake now and looked much better.

“Thanks for lending me the magazine,” I said and gave it back to her.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Great cover isn’t it?”

“It is,” I said. And then I decided to be very bold. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” she said.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Well, it’s a bit of a personal question, but, you see, I’m doing some research for a health magazine and I wondered. Do you, um… douche?”

She looked at me in a sideways way and didn’t say anything. The photograph of Scarlett stared out at me from her seat pocket.

“Sorry,” I said. “Let’s pretend I never asked you that.”

“Okay,” she said, still looking at me in that sideways way.

“Okay,” I said. I pulled my eye mask on in a hurry and faked sleep. This is what it is like to lose your mind, I told myself.

Douche: a shower in French; not a shower in English.

I guess I drifted off for a while then, because the next thing I knew the girl was tapping me on the shoulder. I pulled off my mask and looked at her.

“I do,” she said quietly. “I mean, I have. I mean, I do sometimes.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but only with Diet Coke after we, you know, do it.”

“We?”

“Yeah, dudes.”

“Diet Coke?”

“Yeah, so I don’t get pregnant. It kills sperm.”

In my head I said this to myself: The girl with long hair douches with Diet Coke after she does it with dudes so she doesn’t get pregnant.

“Thanks for sharing that with me,” I said.

“That’s okay,” she said.

“Will you excuse me?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said.

In the airplane bathroom I splashed cold water on my face and dried it off with a paper towel. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had airplane hair. Oh well, I thought. My eyes were bloodshot too. Never mind. I tried out Scarlett’s pose, a sleepy-eyed pout, but couldn’t get the lips right. My pucker was more like a dog’s bum. “Things are very strange,” I mouthed, still watching myself in the mirror. “I think a glossy magazine just spoke to me, and all it said was the word ‘douche.’”

And that was IT. That was the epiphany. That was my moment of clarity. The big breakthrough. Eureka.

I said it again, “Douche,” and as the word took shape in my mouth my expression became the expression of a model. I had the perfect pout. Then it was gone. I tried whispering this time. “Douche.” Gorgeous. And again. “Douche.” Amazing. Now I had the secret. Never again would I say “cheese” for the camera.

When I got back to my seat the girl next to me gave me a conspiratorial look. She leaned over.

“You were gone a long time,” she said. “Were you, um, you know, in there?”

“Sort of,” I said. And with my newfound peace of mind, I let myself fall into a deep sleep.

When we finally touched down I was the third person off the plane. I remembered there being a photo booth in the airport terminals and bypassed the luggage carousel to look for it. When I found it, I ducked in, whispered the d-word four times for the camera, and found the results to be very pleasing. I looked amazing.

With the strip of pictures in my pocket and a lovely feeling inside, I made my way back to pick up my bags. I didn’t get far, though, before I passed a newsstand and stopped dead. On the rack before me there were thirty Scarletts midway through saying “douche” for the camera. Sophie Dahl was saying it. J. Lo was saying it. Even Gael García Bernal was douching. I felt myself blush and looked around to see if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. There were people all around me, hurrying to and from airplanes, pulling luggage and children along with them. And not one of them seemed to notice.

And not one of them looked amazing.

can you feel the awesome-writeyness? gnarly, right?

fourteen year old me

this cd is what started it for me. i was at the moves with my mom and dad. bored and waiting for it to even be remotely close to when the movie would start, i wandered into Boarders. there, i found a copy of Mojo magazine with a sampler inside the pages. at the time i was stuck on david bowie, AC/DC, Jimmy Hendrix, etc. so i decided to see what was up this punk rock shit. time is flying while im reading these articles and looking at cool show pictures. as soon as i know it, my mom was calling me to go so i just grabbed the cd and pocketed it, with out even noticing. im outside when it hits me that i stole a fucking cd. one of the best decisions i've ever made, so many good shit on this sampler: the Adverts, Buzzcocks, X-Ray Spex, Sleater Kinney, etc.


http://www.mediafire.com/?2myirntovmm
THE CLASH
01) 1977*
THE STROKES
02) The Modern Age
THE ADVERTS
03) One Chord Wonders*
THE HIVES
04) Main Offender*
VIC GODARD
05) Ambition
HOT HOT HEAT
06) Get In Or Get Out
ERASE ERRATA
07) Toungue Tied*
X-RAY SPEX
08) Identity*
THE HUNCHES
09) Lisa Told Me
JOHNNY THUNDERS
10) Chinese Rocks (Ramones cover)*
PART CHIMP
11) Cover Me*
UNDERTONES
12) True Confessions*
THE CATHETERS
13) Pale Horse
SEX PISTOLS
14) Submission*
YEAH YEAH YEAHS
15) Our Time*
SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES
16) Hong Kong Garden*
ATV
17) Action Time Vision
THE LIBERTINES
18) The Boy Looked At Johnny
BUZZCOCKS
19) Orgasm Addict*
SLEATER-KINNEY
20) Combat Rock
THE ONLY ONES
21)Another Gril, Another Planet
MUDHONEY
22) Urban Guerilla
THE DAMNED
23) Neat, Neat, Neat*
THE WARLOCKS
24) Caveman Rock*
IGGY POP & THE STOOGES
25) Search And Destroy*
SWEARING AT MOTORISTS
26) Timing Is Everything

enjoy this. 2000 was a good year

procrastinating!

by the way, i look like this now





why hadn't i done this earlier?

CREAM

being broke fucking sucks!. im stuck at home with no gas missing out on Record Store day. i mean i could go drain my coin jar and go hangout at amoeba for the rest of the night but i have a shit ton of studying to do. sigh..

i'll make it up to myself though. i am currently saving my lunch money for these two gems, not to mention RAINFEST

no your eyes do not deceive you. yes that is the remastered CHECK YOUR HEAD 4 x LP and yes, that is Alex Olson's CHAN MARSHALL deck.

i got high hopes...





peace.

the hickey underground

tonight was definitely one of the best nights i've had, this year. went to a show with my best friend from high school; the one and only, Guilmero Yogurt. we never get to hang out because he lives in the middle of nowhere, but whenever we do, it's always great.

show was awesome, it was a house show in Long Beach with Comadre, Shook Ones, and Graf Orlock. another band that i was not familiar with also played called Joyce Mansion, they blew me away. the opening band, Cut The Line were pretty good, from what i heard. we got to the show late so we only heard their last song, a Black Flag cover of fix me. maan that living room was hot; right whe you walked into the kitchen, you could feel the humidity. i decided to stick it out with my sweater on and wait for Comadre to finish setting up. i was soo stoked to be seeing this band, easily one of my top ten bands right now. they opened with breakfast of champions followed by el padre macho. i was amazed seeing as they played just like how they sound on record. the best part was when they covered elliot smith. the rest of their was set was more songs off Burn your Bones, one new one, finishing with Hit Me Up. the whole place when off for the last verse. set was short but sweet.

next band up was Shook Ones. after ditching our sweat covered sweaters and some merch oogling, we were back in the living room for that band that i have been looking forward to seeing since the last time i saw the (almost exactly a year ago). i don't remember too much of their set but they did open with Carm's Race. i went off. just going crazy singing every word and not giving a fuck at how stupid you look..best feeling ever. luckily, one of the people putting on the show came and set up a fan next to me. we were all relieved. Shook Ones had an ok set. they didn't play any new songs, just songs off FFF and Sixteen.

after Shook Ones was Graf mother fucking Orlock. this band always puts on a crazy show. i was curious to see how the new singer would do. while they were setting up, me and Guilmero went and bought some stuff. i had a cool little chat with the bassist for Comadre about Trainwreck, some other german bands, and their new record. i had no intention of going anywhere near the front during Graf so i just chilled in the back; noticed some familiar faces too. from what i remember, they played a good set; a little long but i can't complain. the new singer is awesome. he sounds just like the old one but this guy has a better stage presence. they finished with The Dream Left Behind. when the jurassic park sample came on, the singer climbed onto the bass drum and was carried around the room all christ like; i was cracking up cus it was so funny.

the last band was this band Joyce Mansion. they reminded me of Lucero and Rites of Spring which was really cool. i don't feel like going into detail but they were really good. i

driving home was really the best part. we talked about stuff like girls, school, future plane (the band that we've been planning on doing since high school), and music. at one point, we both said, "how do you like Rival Schools?" that gave me the chills. man, i love Guilmero. there are not a lot of people that i consider to be true friends, Guilmero is one of those guys. this is one the funniest things i've ever heard:

"MAN I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A KID. THE ONLY KID I WANT TO HAVE IS WAVES OF TENSION (the band we're planning on doing) AND I WANT TO HAVE IT WITH YOU"

oooookkkkaaaaayy

man, i've been neglecting this thing since january. here's some new stuff:

i'm doing work for a Biotechnology Outreach program for school. it works to give labs to high schools in the valley that cannot afford to buy stuff for the science departments. i really like this and it's lots of fun. Jim wolf is a good guy to work for plus i got paired with this cute girl named Rasa. one monday, i didn't have to come in and i was legitimately bummed out. ever since i've been doing this biotech thing, i've been super pumped on life; i feel more confident and i'm actually liking school, now.

i un-longed my hair.

...haha that seems just about it.

last night was cool. me and andera went to see I love you, man. movie was hilarious. i freaking love Paul Rudd! after the movie, we went down to hollywood and ate at roscoe's cus andrea has never been. after munching, i dragged her to amoeba. everything was cool until i noticed the palladium up ahead. as i step closer and closer, gears are turning in my head...mexican dudes on the street selling suicidal tendencies shirts...guy i parked behind having a the entire back of his car covered in band stickers...i realized that the biohazard show with ST was that night! i was so bummed that i forgot. when i got back to reality, we pushed on to amoeba. never having realized that they had a section for 7", i thought i'd devote tonight's record sesh towards digging for some of those gems. the corner of the store with the box of 7"s was definitely the highlight of my night. i had picked out like ten records but i had to narrow it down, as i only had seventeen dollars. i decided on failure face-all pain no gain, the locust-flight of the wounded locust, and rilo kiley-the money maker.

aside from the probably fatal accident on the five, 'twas a good night.








top five:
1. red 40-discography cd
2. crushin on girls
3. sound and furry announcement 1.0
4. having good hang outs
5. shorts weather!




as an added bonus, check out this incredibly nerdy pic of jon
i took it when he wasn't looking, YIIIIIKES!

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i should really update this..first thing in the morning.

-jeff

i will update this later

many stories to be told and pictures to be shown. i'll make this a legitimate post when i get back tonight.