Minute+Made

2011-04-21T18:13:00.001-07:00

http://www.traffiume.com/wp-content/themes/twentyten/workwork.html

perhaps it's how it's always been

2011-02-17T14:32:00.000-08:00

i should be taking off my clothes and turning on the water in the shower.
but instead i sit stoned at the couch with the television on and a laptop on my legs.
or lap. whatever.

my head is cluttered again. but i'm fine. i'm not my usual "godamnit what a bad day," i'm feeling more like "duuuude. ... ... ... i should .. .. .. .. .. mmmm... .... .... ....writing. Hunter S. Thompson and Lester Bangs. writing. Banksy. the library. books. writing.... .... .... ....what... .... ....now... .... .... ...."

and so i think about photographs and zines and the shit i do on the internet.
like, download music and read shit on wikipedia and browse pictures on ffffound and deviantart.

for now, i've gonna go. i'll be back. i'm always back. are you there god?

online zine scene--

2011-01-02T04:35:00.000-08:00

i've printed a new zine: Catbus #2.
want one? drop a line.

i'm online looking into sending it in for review to Maximum Rock and Roll when lo! i find they, too, are preoccupied with zines. it's right at the home page, something about zines. mainly, it seems an advert for the following blogular archive of zines from the seventies onward. a punk zine fanboy's wet dream.:
http://punksishippies.blogspot.com/

and now i wonder, what was i thinking about?

i'm looking to do more this year.

2010-12-17T21:57:00.000-08:00

to be the first to say,"[whatever]."

channel surfing for commercials.

to quit bitching about age.

stop being uptight, quit talking.

to just listen. and nod.

to go upstairs, pack a bowl and blaze in between posing as a normal happy young man pleased to be accompanying the present company.

me me. i'm a stonerman.

imagining a baby flinging it's fragile body down a long long fall through sheering rocks. hahahaaah

wheeeee

have you ever grown a tree?--

2010-12-08T18:53:00.000-08:00

happy holidays all around

cos the holidays are about people totally ignoring all the bad stuff going on and all the important things and rearranging their lives so they can feel happier. this is typically assumed through getting high and giving other people money and drawing and gluing shit together for the giving to other people on some random day in december.. idonno, the twenty fourth or something, off the top of my head.

also, we celebrate the birthday of the people we love and give them hugs and don't let go until they get really mad and start yelling and trying to pry themselves away from your arms to injure you physically.

it is also a time of year to drink milk and egg and sugar and call it nogg and drop in some liquor and drizzle some on the floor beside you ("for all my dead homies, you know"). drinking and blazing and hanging red and green shit everywhere. breaking everything gold and silver cos those only represent lots of money and we want to totally dismiss that sort of mentality cos it's too damn cold for that shit.

happy holidays. all around

have you ever seen a STONER PARTY

frying my mind ain't so bad (as far as i kin feel it)--

2010-12-07T18:06:00.000-08:00

it's losing my teeth that truly frightens me.

it's listening to my father blindly spouting truisms.
so i may likely smoke prior to seeing him. this will also help me stomach any food stuffs he may suggest we devour.

i mind the people around me when they are not listening. when they are merely awaiting their turn to speak, counting their thoughts and the seconds and gripping tightly to their words with their tongues behind tight lips.

people and their influences. their influences bother me as well. why couldn't they float past the gate of possibilities. why must they insist on following the same tunnel without exploring the windows on their way. without investigating the source of light shining high or to their far left sides upon the aging roads they tread.

i'm unwinding blissfully, arrogantly, ignorantly. i hardly know what goes on around my own perimeter, where do i get the gall, the nerve, the inclination that i know better.

i only want to step upon a stage and bang my drum and sing with a proud tightness around my eyes and a wide mouth excreting the biggest words i can think of with abandon.

i want to live with abandon.

there is no sphere--

2010-12-06T17:46:00.000-08:00

there is no avoiding the blog-o-sphere
it is an adaptation based in the internet
and here in the future lies a key to the past
or at least masturbatory fodder for those whose minds linger in the past

http://retrogasm.tumblr.com/
with promises of vintage eye candy and maybe more, i don't know i haven't really browsed the damn site. the cover page is just so damn appealing.

so i'm bored--

2010-12-02T00:15:00.000-08:00

--and i decide i want to read about one of my favourite authors, Ray Bradbury.

so i go over to wikipedia (some obscure encyclopedia written by a woman in a gray suit) and commence to read when i stumble upon a line that reads as follows:

Having been influenced by science fiction heroes like Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, Bradbury began to publish science fiction stories in fanzines in 1938.

Fanzines. the grandfather of zines. Zines. my dear and most favourable companions in high school. fan-fuckin-tastic. i love how he and i have something in common. had he been living in this day and age instead of a depression era, i might've bumped into him at a library and could've discussed with him collaborating on a zine together. beautiful.

thank you, miss lady in the gray suit. you've rocked my world once more with your infinite and ever-growing wisdom. your teeth must be like that of a great white, yer so wise.. .. ..

david byrne, interview'd

2010-12-01T18:34:00.000-08:00

i'd never seen this before tonight.

this is wonderful.

i feel like
if anybody's going to
come here to this blugg
they ought to see this too

in hindsight
everybody should see this

a friend in me (as in "i'm yer friend," don't be stupid)--

2010-12-01T17:19:00.000-08:00

http://3brainkarnakinterloper.wordpress.com/

i love most everything going on in this blog.
now normally, i don't rave at blags, but shit, man, this one has got it doowwnn (like "down," only the "o" in the word is suspended in air).
this blug is THE most visited (by me) for essential FUCKING music (not music to "fuck" to, just really really really good music).

from the darkness of the black background and gritty headlining picture to the fact that i can't get i comment in there, everything in this blig is what a blag should be about.

or maybe not, but i get really excited about this bloog.

sincerely,
writer

channel one-o-what?

2010-11-29T20:14:00.000-08:00

has anybody else heard of this online television thing called Channel 101?
i've only just visited it today and have downloaded many many shows to watch at home when i'm not concerning myself with how far i've fallen behind in my UNIX/Lunix Fundamentals class.
i'd heard of Super Deluxe, i think there were some shows being aired there.
but really, who has time for all of this online watching television crap?
has anybody else heard of this?
is anybody else out here... are you all at better, more interesting sites? or web logs?
my eyes are burning from staring at this monitor for so long reading "pilot descriptions" and clicking "download."

look, click here for Channel 101, it is on the internet.

DL!? WTF?! LOL!!

2010-11-29T18:54:00.000-08:00

so mister David Lynch, of crazy inaccessible movie-making fame (except for maybe Blue Velvet, my mums said she liked that one and is of the very very few movies she remembers [amongst Home Alone, Grease and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air]), is apparently venturing into the electronic pop music forum.
i think my teeth are going to fall out soon.
check it out here:
Good Day Today by threeminutesthirtyseconds

more in-depth coverage Tiny Mix Tapes

and the Bees Made the Lion Sick--

2010-11-29T18:27:00.000-08:00

and so it was, that in the year two thousand and eight, Earth brought forth a masterpiece of calm, collected sound and unleashed a swarm of warmth into one's ears for roughly fifty minutes.

inside the warmth (of "The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull") were suspended notes backed by slow rhythmic heart beats and cymbals. entrust your faith unto your hard drive and release unto thee through small or large appendages a rolling grace before the building you're sitting in collapses.

daunload to listen
click here to purchase

{if you are Earth, or affiliated with said entity and you would like me to reconsider this post, please drop me a line. thank you.)

leslie was a friend of mine--

2010-11-28T19:03:00.000-08:00

my childhood hero and Canadian, Leslie fucking Nielson, is dead. his legacy will forever carry on in the torch i carry for him. i vow to pass on his good fortune through the gifting of classic, groundbreaking films he has starred in. such as Mr. Magoo, Santa Who?, and the 1996 3-time Emmy nominated television smash, Harvey.

and it seems as though he's left us a nugget of a golden treasure in a completed 2010 production entitled Stonerville.

long live the king of rap/ i love you, Leslie Nielson.
here he is, in the pre-fame'd underground sensation that single-handedly shook the world of independent film-making: Mister Leslie mother fucking Nielson in Nude Weapon.

"Go into the light until we meet a gain .. .. .."

just found

2010-11-22T18:45:00.000-08:00

-- http://theairtightgarage.tumblr.com/

A blog exploring the work of Jean Giraud, aka Gir, aka Moebius. Basically, there doesn't seem to be many places online that give a comprehensive collection of his work. So here is one.

descriptors: comic book pages, breasts, beautiful drawings of floating objects

stoned becos i'm sad

2010-11-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

i'm sitting on a toilet seat
glancing at the door
then down to the floor

i slouch forward
and stretch back
and i'm lucky if
the sensor behind me
doesn't assume i'm
getting up when i'm not

cos otherwise
the water will
splash up to my
ass cheeks and
the idea of that
doesn't go well
with my
facial expression

and my stomach
churns as though
elbowing me for
not eating a proper
meal instead of
bravely venturing for
a cup of tooth
degrading
sugar
and coffee

and the people around me
arouse my attention and
then my disdain

and i want to clear up for myself how i feel
but i can't stop nudging myself from the thoughts
that (a) maybe i'm unhappy
and (b) i'm being dramatic

i haven't a real sense of reality
i'm really just roaming the city
in a costume, getting stoned
in as many crevices i can hide in

and i always want to write something
and i want it to sound good all the time
and i want it to make sense, too
and i also want it to be deeply thought out
and i want it to be clever and witty
and suddenly, i don't hold my writing
at such a high regard, and so i stop thinking about writing
and i just sit there, where i may be, and stare
and slowly, sometimes, i'll just stop thinking

sometimes, though, i could just
pick up a pen and begin to write
and i will like what i'm writing about
and the way i'm writing it and i'll be so happy
at my expressive nature and i'll be proud of myself
and eventually i'll stop writing
and walk away from that moment feeling good
and just as eventually, i'll forget i ever wrote anything
and whatever i wrote, however neatly i may have written it
will go on to exist in vain, stowed away and out of sight

i'm inclined to listen to vinyl records
because i have a small collection of them
and occassionally i might summon all the energy in my being
to put one on the plate spinner and place the needle gently on a groove
and i could listen intently, appreciating even the smallest sounds
that leap and swim all around the air tickling my ear drums

some times i might sit at a computer and
get carried away with it's functions so attentively
that i lose my being in time and when i finally snap
out of the trance i succumb to i find my ass to be aching
at the slightest shift of weight.

i've got to get up
and move out
before the floor
sinks below me
and i'll feel bugs
crawling about my
head and neck
for ever.

2010-11-22T17:17:00.000-08:00

sifting through my book
i find this elephant a blook
hinting at my stoner eyes
he starts to ponder about pies

inside of bears and pears and wine
i slinger frontwards into lime
frothing at the mouth he coughs
and blood leaps on my shirts and shoes

a stench remains from such large stains
the elephant's tripping on acid and rain
i close the book and shove it in my bag
i'm stoned and waiting for the bus to sag

it's getting darker earlier
i'm day dreaming furlier

igniting more little green leaves
inhaling and holding my breath
i'm standing in pools of subleese
i exhale and now i feel really really faded

(isn't this elephant fantastic?
it's peeking right out of the page!!)

2011--

2010-11-18T19:05:00.000-08:00

it seems 2011 is already a great year

ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE & THE MELTING PARAISO U.F.O. will be kicking off their nationwide United States (though hardly united, pff) tour here in the Los of Angeles. no telling what can be expected; and isn't it always better that way? being unable to discern any expectations? yes, i tell you.
tickets are $13.75; at least until scalpers make their unforgiving move to anally rape snoozing fans' wallets.
git yer tickets here

ALSO, MELVINS seem to be horny for Los Angeles too, as it's been announced (from Mt. Sinai as read off a stone tablet scrawled with lightning from beyond the heavens somewhere) that they will perform once per friday throughout the month of january. if that doesn't sound utterly erotic, then i don't know what is wrong with the current state of culture.
see here for flyers

changing the subject, now, towards something far more lighthearted news: there's a website you probably haven't visited yet called http://www.hyponik.com/, and it's where you ought to be right now.
so go.

doodles

2010-11-16T16:48:00.000-08:00

so paintings are so totally out. like those old coca cola ads or those old spice ads, the ones seemingly drawn by those pin-up artists on their free time? yeah, they are the way of the dinosaur.

nowadays, napkins and math notes are where it's at. i'm talking about doodles, man. you know the ones.
you walk into an independent movie theatre at the mall. what kinda drawings will you find on their giftcards? doodles.
or a starbucks, y'all be prone to that iced white mocha shit, right? look around some day and you'll find you're encompassed in a doodly world.

well, look no furthur company execs and hip young crowds, for the site Doodlers Anonymous will fix you right up with some anti-quality quality pieces of work.

otherwise, see if you can find a pin-up artist to draw you an ad for your bland new website. good luck with that, bro-seph.

[speaking of which, Jana Traboulsi has a blog with all her doodles, including (probably) the one hovering over this bunch of words you aren't reading]

drop your face--

2010-11-16T16:21:00.000-08:00

i'm in

a state

i'm in

a state

i'm in

a state

i'm in

a state

i am an angry, spiteful, pitiful, hungry fraction of a man

insignificant

unbelieving

stupid

i'm a recluse--

2010-11-15T17:44:00.000-08:00

trapped in a hole i've dug myself into

can't seem to realise
i'm standing on a ladder

credit to the record spinning
gotta stay till the song is over

it'd ruin the integrity of the artist
to just run out on her mid song

can't hold my breath for too long
cos the water's much too hot
so i guess i'll be comin' out soon

love,
gato

i've no idea--

2010-11-14T07:00:00.000-08:00

Buratto Beatbox Grottesco [bllg007]

i've no idea what the story is behind this recording.
it's noise. it's house. it's vinyl; electronic. it's captivating.
it's online, too: http://www.archive.org/details/rmm-grottesco

record review upon a fly--

2010-11-13T22:33:00.000-08:00

Clinic's new album Bubblegum sucks.

and i've reviewed Arcade Fire's latest record the Suburbs before, but i was really stoned at the time and my judgement was impaired. in hindsight it, too, sucks ass.

(more soon.)

striking feature--

2010-11-13T22:25:00.000-08:00

he comes across as a man with a problem
he lives freely and speaks with his heart
the innate is the reliable source of energy
from which his enormous powers of persuasion
become a granite rain drop
ten times its average size.

rippling terror steers the river towards inevitable peril

the voyagers pass in elegant robes with shrieking delight

at the form in which their shameless debauchery contains them

the dog tied to the tree scratches himself

and stares pitifully into the vacant house

with his bowl turned inside out

and collecting dust.

sizable trash guzzlers prowl the alleyways

for attention from the dirty, homeless cats

wrenching stomach pains pang across

his body towards the expression upon the face,

hot, bubbling fat from her body sizzling beneath him

still on fire.

crispin glover supreme

2010-10-06T20:45:00.001-07:00

observations of the day

2010-10-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

"whoah, suppose something goes wrong?"

why do i often feel like i'm being watched ... ..?
when i'm the one doing the watching?
does it come with being anti-social?

people with cell phones
bother me nearly as much as people listening to top for radio (or the recent surge of shitty techno-hop which is "hip" by definition right now)

my world gets bigger
only as i step outside its basic perimeter

yes i see you pan
but i've no real pride or fight

but then i have stood there before

and you know, i did have my Pride and Fight

Yes.

And shit, man, i've still got my teeth.

i'm doing the watching for my own mind.

i've the choice to point the lens any which way i can.

My expressions/i dare myself to make them poignant. Regardless of the thought's length, i'm not to spit a breath from my mouth until a coherent well structured statement is created.

will i remember? (i love to doubt myself)---> uhp that came out without a thought. (i'm a spontaneous man)

But then writing is a much more refined route from the mind, than speaking or even humming.

or do the same principles apply?

perhaps because writing is not necessarily shared, while anyone speaking aloud is already threatening his privacy though man's neighbor's notorious curiosity and ever-attentive nature. should a neighborly human be near enough to listen, and his ears will inevitably pry open a safe of unimaginable .. .. ... .. .. penance.*

*(i lack words in my vocabulary.)

burds vurbs and wurds.

2010-09-30T21:41:00.001-07:00

i'm mesmerized right now/
i'm also stoned and i've no way to conceal this.
i've been expecting an e-mail of thorough notations and all i got was a measly grocery list.
i'm in another state. i don't mean california-wise of course.

i hate to see people looking into a cell phone screen intently. it pisses me off.
you'd think they were praying to a techno-pological being by interacting with a machine.

yet here i sit, interacting with a machine.

i'm a hypocrite despite any realizations i make as to any sort of regret or repentance or any other grievance for that matter.

dang, i got stuck on a word. i got distracted. concerned. in limbo/

and xavier rolls over and over again on the big screen inside my head.

i wish i had my headphones this second.

new post

2010-09-14T20:57:00.000-07:00

not completely grasping intelligence. my sentences are incoherent most of the time.
really, maybe weed merely boosts my faith in my own words.
although many times i've often faltered upon my own thoughts under the influence.
this hardly means i'm over the influence.
i influence my own damn self, irregardless of the consequences.
it's the way of mankind.
i'm only a spawn of an engineer. i bet he loves his work. he's always going at it.
perhaps that's not what it's about. just working all the time, i mean. he's probably just innit for the money. for bills and taxes and a precious home and a functioning (perhaps stylish) automobile. plus the second wife he's probably supporting. of course, he's more than just an engineer. he's also a carpenter, and he does electrical work in houses. and he's some sort of public notary. yes, he's got an unknown number of licenses and certificates behind that worn leather belt he surely wears.
i can hardly remember my age/ i remind myself only when i refer my age to others. i've begun to take much more notice that i'm twenty two and life skims by.
i'm prepared to leave, but it would be nice to stick around for a crazy roller coaster of an existence.
i'm fairly certain this is everybody's concern, though. leading a crazy roller coaster of a happy existence. i'm more of the somber type, though i smile much more than perhaps a Charles Bukowski or a Hubert Selby Jr. (depending on which coast you--

i'm done with this. this prose. i'm only wondering what i what i want to listen to next on grooveshark.
i've been thinking about food not bombs. this twenty two year old ought to give Andrew a call.

"i'm here for panda bear--"

2010-09-08T20:58:00.000-07:00

i went to the FYF Fest (which, i'm sure people've noticed, pretty much stands for FuckYeahFest Fest; stupid) this past weekend without any expectations except to watch Panda Bear perform live.

i sleep through half the bands playing. it was really hot and dusty. i was hungry and reasonably (i like to think) broke. they wouldn't allow any bottles into the place, so too many people wasted too much water just to wait in a long ass line for the war fountain or too much money on the water they were selling. most all the bands (apparently "boundary pushing artists") were spewing regurgitated pop shit to hundreds of adoring wienies.

i was accompanied by good people and good weed. i received two refreshing tiny cups of tamarindo jarritos. i managed to get a couple of books (bukowski/crumb and rius).

i got to see Man Man who played a fantastic set. i got to see that mustachio'd singer man fall from the stool where he stood, knock over some of his shit (keyboard and floor tom, among other things) and quickly recover mid-way through a song. i had to deal with a pair of lame high-killing hoochies during half the set.

stood near the furthest end of the crowd for Sleep. i'd forgotten they were playing. Sleep's Holy Mountain (the album) is great, and i'd been wanting to hear something heavy since the Davila 666 performance (which was greatly misleading and massively disappointing, not to mention degrading over the course of the performance). so i stand there, near the back of the crowd. the guitar and bass men jam on two and three notes to the dismay of many a hipster. long jams and Dragonaut filled my ears with wonder. a woman drenched in a dark fabric headbangs like a nutcase in one of those homes for invalid minds/ it's very fitting to sonic darkness emanating from the stage.

as soon as the last notes were hit by Sleep, the colourful (and i don't mean multi-ethnic) people rushed to get a place for mister Noah Lennox, the Panda Bear. the crowd closed in around me when i neared the stage as much as i could. my friends and i blaze a bowl or two. people keep crowding in. then a huge burst of sound to open his set. it's startling and exciting and he pretty much takes my senses to little place he might chance to call "the Bone Zone" (ohh yeaa!).

i'm lost in the noise and rhythm and greatness and i'm amazed and stoned and the only thing bugging me is my tired feet. my legs also feels supremely sensitive to the movement of the ground (which thumps like a parade of elephants, only much better sounding, i'm sure [though i've never heard a herd of elephants, so i guess i can't really say]). i'm blown away and the set feels really long and the whole thing is a fantastic voyage. my eyes mainly focused on Panda Bear, but the display of images on the screen behind him are quite distracting as well. they weren't all bad, i just wonder if he had any say in what went on behind him. i'm pretty sure he didn't. there was a screen behind the Man Man performance, too, and it flashed some credit to some unknown guy whose name i can't recall and the music hardly synch'd up. i've got to say i think those images are my only dislike.

the next morning i can't remember a thing about the night before, or the great grooves i witnessed. all i know is it was great.

in conclusion, panda bear's performance was the best of the night. the end. haters gonna hate.

oh, another thing that bugged me about the whole FuckYeahFest Fest thing were the ironic schedules/ the cover had a picture of a man (presumably "indie") diving into a big thing of water. ice cold-looking water. it was very stupid and upsetting and i still resent 'em. the schedule's covers. stupid.

for the entire show review'd by other people.

how does inspiration strike you

2010-08-26T01:11:00.000-07:00

long and difficult. striding along trying to keep your eyes straight ahead, i guess i cannot help but avert my eyes from the road to glance left and right towards my surroundings. coconut water streams ice cold, white chunks to chew onto/

wu-tang, wu-tang, wu-tang

a rush of blood to my face, warmth strikes me in the forehead and cheeks and neck

lots of information to take in at once. there is no excuse for not digging my face into the notebook, no reason the pen cannot scribble as much as possible with the string of ink provided.

something's fallen.

one ten.

i could use a massage. a back rub, a neck rub, a squeeze, relief.

do not be a pervert.

francis farmer does his bidding at used bookstores--

2010-08-20T15:12:00.000-07:00

it may be that this site is only trying to attract the Arthur Magazine crowd.
whatever it is, i'm attracted by the site alone, though i would've check'd it out
at some point or other soon enough (as a friend has already suggested this
bookstore for having cheeaapp books.

somebody ought to look into it.. ... [click the pict] ..

(you gotta watch the show to get the references?)

2010-08-17T22:01:00.000-07:00

single-handedly owns all electronic records in a flash.

you wonder to yourself: "are they for reals? i mean, like, what the shit goes on in here/ these songs confuse me and i do not like them."

not me, though. i watch the show. i bought the first couple of seasons instead of paying for a debt to UCLA medical center (they're crazy if they think i'm going to pay them for a visit/ like those asshat coppers who have the nerve to ticket me for not having a bike light and expect me to pay 500 bucks when they can't even spell my name properly [you were reading it right there on my fucking i.d., doofus], let alone take the time to pronounce it.) fuck you, money ardent fucks/

no, no, this record doesn't stump me. i grew up on network television (the old one with the antennae ears you had to fiddle with to get any proper reception out of/ well it wasn't a total pain in the ass. i mean, it wasn't impossible. if anything, most of the time i didn't have to fiddle with the antennae so much. i guess it must've been a pretty good antennae, looking back now... ..). in addition to the electronic eccentricities, there are so many songs that teach you valuable life lessons (it's for the kids). so many long hard lessons to learn.

then there's THE SNUGGLER, snuggle you back to health.

oh, and the love songs. beautifyl.

opportunity spreads her legs

2010-08-09T16:47:00.000-07:00

i just found out that Lloyd Kaufman (of Troma fame; "if you don't know [what Troma] is, you've been listening to too much hip hop and heavy metal.") is looking for a script for his next film. he says any genre would be fine as long as it is "daring and "extreme."

this sounds like a challenge. i am down.

i listened to Arcade Fire's The Suburbs faded and i typed a wondrously lengthy prose about it druing the sitting

2010-08-09T04:15:00.000-07:00

i don't know what makes the band called arcade fire
so appealing to me. i think it might be because it sounds so warm and inviting. sort of the way nirvana'a unplugged album is one that even relatives can warm up to. i don't know. but i got the impulse to write about this album as i first hear it. i opened up this draft at the start of the album. i'm on track two just this minute. i can safely say it doesn't sound like the other records.
it's the way win butler (the man behind the microphone) takes over the vocal delivery. he's not so much reciting as he is (and i feel i need to italicize this to emphasize something) singing.

perhaps i don't remember how he sings in the other records. i've got a memory thing, you know. i think it's like short term memory loss.
i think that may be due to the fact that ever since i was a little kid i didn't make an effort to pay attention. this method of living is not ideal as it has haunted me for a lifetime (at least up till this point in my lifetime).

track three begins. that last track wasn't too great. wasn't bad. just not too great/
i feel open to this song. it's enjoyable.

y'know what track i didn't like from their last record? No Cars Go.

that song didn't "feel right" as win has just sung into my ears. [not as a gay thing or anything, i'm just referring to the fact that i'm wearing earphones at this present moment]

track four begins. do you think this cover of the arcade fire's sophomore record, "neon bible" looks a bit, i don't know, unclear. like, pix elated a bit or something?

this song has a chorus much like that one in the song i didn't like from that one album with the neon bible on the cover.

strange. suddenly this doesn't quite sound like an arcade fire record anymore. i mean, it sounds like them an awful lot. but much like the way Bush's album (y'know the one; it's got Come Down and that other hit that goes "breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out) has got the singer sounding much like kurt cobain here and there.

thrack five. this one's called Empty Room. this one's got (who i can only imagine could be) Regine something. i don't want to misspell her last name, but i don't want to leave her last-nameless.
i like the songs she sings in. particularly the closer to their first record. man that song takes me someplace. i gotta add that cover right here.

amazing. upon retrieving this record cover (for arcade fire's first full length album, "Funeral") i recalled reading about several bands that have broken up over dead people in their family, and how this band persevered (not heroically, or anything) through till now. surely i'm not the first to learn of this, but it has the thought has just now entered my head through this esoteric rambling. is esoteric the right word? i've got the habit of throwing words around the places they don't belong. you ought to try it, it's fun.

i'm on track seven now. the last song, something about children on the title. i swear i caught i teeny glint of Bono (of devastatingly over-rated pop wieners U2) in the voice of Win Butler through his expression of a chorus. it was only timidly disturbing because it passed in such a small fraction of a second.

and it's funny, because since the start of this track right here (i'm track seven still, remember?) i was thinking to myself that i felt like i was Arcade Fire vicinities once again.

errgh, but this track that started just this minute sounds a wee bit electronic. that's not very fitting to my comfort level (which i thought was set to a warm and comfortable "Arcade Fire" level).this song is called Half Light II. i wonder what Half Light I sounded like. did it slip by already? i don't recall.... .. oh. funnily enough it's the track before this one (track seven).

i wonder how many people will take this analysis seriously. it really shouldn't matter.

shouldn't. matter.

track nine. a track entitled Suburban War. have you ever seen a film called Suburbia. i was just thinking about this film a couple of days ago (i don't know, it just sort of popped into my thought process). it's about a bunch of punk rockers in the eightees. they're all punk rock and squatting someplace i think and they've got the asshole society of the town they're residing in breathing down their necks, but they make do the only way a bunch of squatter(?) punk rockers know how/ and by the time the credits are rolling, you probably get to thinking twice about the tough lives squatter punk rockers are living before you just dismiss 'em as lame-o poseur whatever shits

hm.
track ten sounds very much punk rock. like Wire. recalls that song by Cockney Rejects, what was it// // // // // // watch your back i think it's called.

nah, but let's dismiss comparisons like that. how many comparisons to other bands have i made by now?

whatever, this song is whatever it is.
talking about wires... .. ... been watching Tesla documentaries. reminding me that science is a trip.

track eleven begins and it's called Wasted Hours. my eyes feel too warm and the eyelids are getting heavy. wasted hours being stoned and writing about a record as it gets it's first listen from yours truly.

and i am truly yours world. this life of mine is for all of you to gape at. and gape you do. wasted hours gaping at the people all around you. and turning all the sights and sounds into this mold of outspoken opinion to the other molded lives your surrounded by.

i'm reaching the mid way point of track twelve titled deep blue.

distractions underlie this review by this point right here.
it must be said that this record is most certainly the third full-length record by the group who call themselves Arcade Fire. most certainly indeed.

oh. song number thirteen. you snuck up on me right round.

song fourteen has started, it is a slow jam. Sprawl (Flatland). i think this is what i was referring to when i mention Win Butler's manner of reciting his songs (the way i remember he would in Arcade Fire's last two records); the way he expels his words, i mean.

ah, and it appears this song also has a sequel. only the subtitle of this track is (Mountains Beyond Mountains) and Regine has take over the vocal duties. nice.

Régine Chassagne. ha, that is her full name. she deserves full recognition for this song. it's melodious. and the electronic sound is back, but it does recall their sound, so no discrimination. of course it does (and i can't retain these comparisons, they come at my mind like jelly to the floor) vaguely (and i'm afraid to throw this out there) (i hesitate twice more)hail the first Bravery record/ there, it's said.

and at an apt time indeed for song sixteen starts to quietly approach my ears through the cable leading from the headphone jack. and it fades as the auto-save notifies me that a draft has been saved at precisely 4:09 AM.

all i hear now is the typing of these letters and the hum of the fan in my CPU.

love,
me.

believe in hell--

2010-08-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

it's nice to know i'm on the verge of something big.

i don't know how big this moment will be, but i know it's approaching.

reading Aztec (Gary Jennings)/ just another reminder that all types of people have always resided in one place or another on this earth. it's a damn shame some people shape civility into their own image/

a city filled with familiarity and emitting warmth and joy

despite it's hellish underbelly and ugly/crazy people.

i'm not ruling out anybody.

we're all hideous and we all reek of human; we are all insane.

i'm about to lose my head.

and i'm not mad. only frustrated.

it'll pass.

thoughts in a room with my grampa sick in bed--

2010-07-28T19:18:00.000-07:00

i don't want to see him.
if i see him it will change the way i will remember him.

what good will i do watching him just lie there?
i've got nothing to ask him or talk to him about.

i'm in the room, he's very skinny now.

he's bandaged up; eyes shut tight, he's clearly in a lot of pain.

hi grampa.

he stares at me; his blue eyes are nearly transparent.

does he even recognize me?

he's wearing a goatee.

he's never worn a goatee before.

SEE MY GOATEE would definitely be cheering at him right now.

i can't help but think of other tim & eric skits and songs.

he's now groaning loudly, the nurse is coming in.

i'm feeling somber.

there's a cotton ball in my dry throat.

i leave the room now.

family is something i constantly lose faith in.

drama brewing around.

gossip. arguments. bullshit.

i get angry.

my right eye begins to twitch.

day dreaming is no longer safe.

i pick up AZTEC and begin to read.

it gets late.

i get high/

buhbuh buh buhbuh buh buhbuh--

2010-07-26T05:08:00.000-07:00

we'll split the lips apart, you grab that side, i'll take this one.
we're looking into the giant vagina on the wall, i dare you to step inside.

once my left foot is inside, you tug on my arm, lifting my right foot; we've vanished.

it's not dark anymore, may i see those matches?
there's a candle on the plate there.

i didn't realize the breathing room in here would be so .. .. ample.

we swim upwards towards the screaming.

now it's even earlier than before, and there's nothing to hang onto.

i can barely feel your grip anymore.

i reach out to the bookcase/

i'm hungry

"ahh, the headache that is society--"

2010-07-22T22:38:00.000-07:00

"yer so dramatic."

i once did a stint at a food 4 less. i'd go out in the sun and bring in shopping carts from the lot. i'd work up a real nasty sweat, then i'd go inside the air-conditioned store (dripping sweat, remember?) and do "go-backs" to the sounds of a green day song or another one of the 12 other shit tracks they'd always play. i quit in about a week and a half.

i've worked at the gas station at the end of the block from my house. graveyard shift and everything. i'd hang out in the refrigerator always stocking. i'd get carried away with organizing the drinks and shit. after about a month i stopped going. the guy said he needed to give work the other mexicans working there, but that he'd give me a call. whatever, man. i'm doing school at the time....

i worked at a movie theater. a "high-end," "independent" movie theater joint in a mall somewhere. they have assigned seating, so i'd be one of the people who'd take yer ticket and go, "i'll take you to your seats, sirs or ladies." or i'd stand at a pole taking tickets for several hours. after some time, i started working concessions. it was good. a learning experience. there was a manager there a year younger than i who pressed that he was of much importance and that i should fear him. he'd get on my nerves. eventually, i resigned from there. i made sure to get well on this guy's nerves before i left. i lasted about three months there.

i worked at a victoria's secret during the last christmas season. it wasn't bad, i started on around thanksgiving(?). i mostly worked the register, but i'd also fold and hang panties and bras. i was supposed to convince the costumers to sign up for some credit card. i did a couple of times. i was getting better and better at folding thongs and faster at charging peoples. but for one reason or another i snapped and cursed out the manager for being an asshole and walked out in a hellish state i'd never known/ this was christmas eve.

they all had their pros. but their cons wreak havoc on my mind.

... .. .. .. .. .. .. --"you let things get to you too easily."

yeah.
i wonder where i'll work next... ...

looking back--

2010-07-21T20:31:00.000-07:00

Bastard Noise & Plutocracy at the Blvd was phenomenal. apparently, i caught a band called Progeria play their last show with their male growler. grind as sweet as chalk dust. they even had a secret hand at their disposal; a girl from the crowd ripped her chords out to this band's unsuspecting audience.

yes, the venue was a smelly sauna. the "no in 'n' out policy" was whack considering the teeny space they provided for breathing outside was hardly enough to stand in.

but blazing was hardly out of the equation (if you succeeded in getting it by the homies watching the door), the vendors were cool (enough to spare rolling papers), and .. .. mm, there's .. .. pictures on the walls (to stare at between sets).

find good pictures of the show here/

this is the second time i hit up this venue for a crazy hellous show (the first, Captain Cleanoff) starved out my mind only to sweat like a hot ham in july.

anyway, the show went a lot like this:

update;

... i found some notes i took on Plutocracy after their set was over.

bastard noise--

2010-07-16T03:50:00.000-07:00

apparently, live instrumentation has been added to the noise; so it's gonna sound more powerviolence.

i was really looking forward to the noise.

read more on Basterd Nose at this Indy website/

then (if yer in L.A.) see theez foos
tonight/ july 16th 2010
in boyle, aights; ten bucks, check-check it.

fuck

2010-07-15T22:30:00.000-07:00

suddenly, i'm angry again.

suddenly i can't stand people in general.

fuck people. god damn the idea of family. just a bunch of people who think that because they know you by name they can tell you what to do.

--you are all climbing the same fucking ladder.

-- --you help each other up the same god damn ladder

i don't want to climb your fucking ladder.

"you just want attention"

get off your fucking high horse.

... ... ... ... --like your dog in the back yard
... ... you don't feed him. you don't give him water. you won't even look at him unless you happen to be outside. you don't bathe him. and you "love" him.

fuck you.

spot on1

2010-07-15T18:09:00.000-07:00

stride;
i'm not too concerned. no blood drips out of my nose.
i'm not the character in the--

so what are we on tonight. there's a pregnancy test on the way there/
is this where i derive my impure decisions?

clinically, i'm in debt.

have they taken over the camera? (i wonder.)
maybe i should grab it and find out.

here's a good picture:

blow daddy--

2010-07-13T21:27:00.000-07:00

that girl's alri-i-ight with meee.. yeay-eah/!

i've commenced a foray into beat-building after many a struggle to drum with stuff around the house and the lone snare drum/
soon i'll have built a tape/ X)

i've only recently boarded the "Lost" band wagon.
like with the Lord of the Rings series of films, i sort of just decided not to venture that direction, you know what i mean? like, it was the biggest thing in the world and i didn't give a fuck, so why would i ever give in? stupid... people/ into stupid.. shit.

but now that i feel a bit less hostile, i can appreciate this series of apparent senseless drama. i dig, brother.

INPROPTU FILM REVIEW

MULHULLAND DRIVE
it is surreal. watched it super faded. gripping. that thing behind the diner freaked me out. yeah, leaves you guessing/ what david lynch film doesn't?
* * * * * that's five stars, i'd watch it again.

bemoaning one's time--

2010-07-10T20:10:00.000-07:00

hot dogs and taco bell. records and tapes. cokes and chips and junk food in general.

anti-consumerism makes you a politician. politicians are all stifled assholes, full of shit.

opinionated people/ you're all judging the way people dress and think and act and you masturbate each other. some of you dare call yourselves communists.

i declare bullshit on everyone of you fucking hipsters and haters.
we are all shameful humans, no fucking body is exempt/ i don't care how many republican pussies you've fucked or how many liberal dicks you've sucked. we're all shitting in the same can.

we are all society and i hate every one of us.

i fart in each and every one of your fucking ice creams.

i breathe in each and every one of your god damn sneezes and sweat glory/

i am senseless, unwise, unreasonable/ i eat with a fork wiped meticulously clean by Tesla's napkin.

lick these hands, taste the bitter cancer of guileless anomaly/ to vomit the apple of the tree of knowledge.

assuredly, we're only to sink beneath the soft green grass after this long walk home.

2010-07-08T18:31:00.000-07:00

p.s.
never mind.

nude on a bike--

2010-06-28T16:18:00.000-07:00

fudge, i've been neglecting you. i've been playing the negative creep or whatever. cheer up, ol' chap.

yes i'm stuck at home, and this revelation occurs to me that i ought to hop on line. na dher e jjshgoes!

weed... weed..... bowie...low .... pssss.

writing makes the grisly pictures in my mind settle down.

they don't ever go away, but i don't want do away with them.

english language, surreal paintings, crazy wordings, clever intellectuals/

and i sit here sneezing mucus so it hangs out of my nostril and the cold creeps up the booger and i could feel my nose getting chilly, whilst the other nostril begins to leak slowly.

david bowie in my conciousness, i'vee gott itt tooo goood.

dirt frustration

2010-06-16T18:31:00.001-07:00

back and forth cars and cars

i don't care, but i pretend to. no i don't. i like the sound, the loud bass bumping. the noise of a broken wire while the volume's turned up.

buzzing speakers, screeches, bass loud bass . . . .

the same grip of songs over and over. talk-singing about guns and strippers and i don't relate at all.

just back and forth and more cars

they all consist of the same basic parts. some want to apear flashier than others. i stil don't fucking care.

back and forth. their spanish might be gibberish to me one minute, but they look at me expecting a response.

i may raise my eyebrows or smile or look pensive. deep deep way deep inside my mind retreats my frustration;
because i'm here now and here i am. stuck going

back and forth seeing cars and cars

wires and cables noise and bass

where does the day go?

i forget-- (an_e-mail)

2010-06-14T11:22:00.000-07:00

from Minute Made
to m______ca
date Mon, Jun 14, 2010 at 11:16 AM
subject i forget--
mailed-by g_______m

h___________________________utes ago)

i forget that i don't have to wait for a message to respond to in order to write to you.

i've been thinking to myself (i've considered expanding on this through writing into the blue moleskine, but here i am instead) about why i'm here right now. what is the deal with my decisions? are they mine? i think i tend to follow. i'm a follower. a disciple to the world. i'm still learning.

so maybe my decisions aren't mine. how do i know. something attracts me to them, so i go with them for myself?

i say it a lot, that all i do is go with the flow.. and i do/ this is not a very redeeming trait. it's been fun, no doubt, but i ought to move onto greener pastures.

i'm always on the facebook, on the gmail, on last.fm waiting for messages to respond to. i've got to give myself enough purpose to not have to wait around for something to happen so that i may react. i need something other people can react to. pompous and arrogant are words i don't know the meanings of. all i know is that i need to expel my juices upon the masses/
i want them all to whiff the stench i emit/ id on't know why. maybe i want to redeem myself for all the backing out i've been doing my entire life. all the 'no i can't' or 'i'm not here' moments, i've got to erase them from my consciousness. i'm sick of reminiscing about regrets and shit that's done already.
i've got fresh new shit churning inside of me and i need (yes it's a need, far fucking beyond desire) to dump it on this fantastic and disgusting and peculiar and annoying and glorious earth. this earth that's been gaga'd over for centuries by man or the like (this applies to every living creature capable of taking in this scenic coincidence of existence)

i've got words for even the most dis-understandable things, and i want to pin my words upon them for the rest of my life. i've still got no plan, so i will have to build one.

and music still coarses through my earholes into my skull /makes me strong.

this message is going onto minute+made, my progress bible.

--gato

"you're a douchebag."

2010-06-14T00:04:00.000-07:00

yeah, well . . . fuck/

idon't do much to begin with. being honest is a pain in the ass, i bet everybody knows this.

and i'm sure there are plenty of books on the validity of "right" and "wrong."

all the signs point to "you've got yourself to blame."
occasionally i try to pry away the blame from myself towards other factors like my upbringing, or my parents.
then i think, "well fuck, i didn't really go the route they wanted me to, i just made my own way. chose my own friends. decided on my own not to do my homework or talk to that girl."

i know for a fact that there's no wrong way to go about living.

why is my way wrong? or am i just painting it that way for myself?

i'm definitely trapped, but why?

and you can assume i won't heed your advice; most usually it doesn't "sound right" or "feel right" to me.

"but nothing feels right or sounds right to you!" yer saying. i know i know, fuck it. fuck you.

and then the war's not worth it and i give up. even giving up requires a decision. like: where do i go from here. there's a freeway conveniently located a few blocks away, you could just close your eyes and walk in there ...
or if i happen to be driving a car (i've found myself in this situation several times), it's really simple to just lean harder on the accelerator and trail off to that car over there, or maybe that desolate bus stop ...

of course, though, there's sinsemilla, which will give me a pleasant (some might say "normal") appetite and later put me to sleep. and when i wake up in a stupor, i could wander around the streets and forget my worries and venture into my daydreams and another day will fly by and bring about the nighttime and i'll find myself wondering why i don't do shit and where my day went.

hey, an earthquake.

i wish i could mask my emotions with a great song/

2010-06-12T11:24:00.000-07:00

building a mix tape/it appears to encompass a lot of my favourite songs.
minus the fast and too heavy stuff, so as not to frighten anyone.

can't spin a record because i'll be disrupting a man coming down from the strong white smoke-fluff dragging him around a gravel pit by the foot. he asked for it.

i'm going to find a tape recorder.

uh ohhhh ohhh oh, whooooo.

we all have ups and downs. too bad i tend to feel like i'm alone in a giant test-tube.

my problems are hardly in my sight. i've had them tucked away nice and neatly in a jack-in-the-box.

they'll come out when they're ready. i can wait it out. i always do.

fuck my internet connection. it only tweaks my immediate temper to "actively frustrated."

no cute gif file.

. . .

2010-06-08T00:15:00.000-07:00

he'd sleep during the day becos he worked at night.
he'd rent us movies pretty often.
he'd give me writing and math assignments, but i wouldn't usually do any of them unless he was there.
he gave me a lot of shit becos of that.
he talked a lot about fidel castro, kamikaze pilots, nikola tesla, and other things.
he loved to read.
he'd scold me if he ever caught me with my shirt untucked.
he'd debate and argue about any particular issue with anybody and (often) everybody.
he'd tell me my teeth were too messed up.
he'd blast aniceto molina, pink floyd, or the phantom of the opera a lot.
he hated mcdonald's, but he took me and my sister anyway (on special occasions).
he never asked about me or the things i liked. least not that i can remember.
he probably just assumed he knew.
he's a workaholic.

on our way home, if we (my sister, my mother and i) saw his truck parked in the driveway, we'd just pass the house and find something to do. maybe go to the library or the market or something; just to kill time until we assumed he'd fallen asleep.

he took me once to a small bookstore where i recieved my first dictionary. it was tiny but thick.
years later, in the eighth grade i was called upon to read a random passage from a bible. i didn't have one, so i used this dictionary to pass as a little bible. i recited words from pink floyd's sheep:

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.

nobody was the wiser.

he took us to borders bookstores a lot.
he always gave me and my sister money. (....probably why i don't value the stuff as i should)

he'd talk shit about "doctors with needles" and pop music and fat people and some other things.
he tried to teach my stuff about cars and electrical stuff at construction sites.

he wanted to send me to loyola so that i could be a scientist.

i don't think my father ever really got through to me.

learning

2010-06-07T13:13:00.000-07:00

my return feels a tad overwhelming. i'm not ecstatic, but i can sense it coming.

wonderful comic performer (best known to piss off dave navarro with his hard hitting questions) Richard Dunn will be missed by me. in tribute i will build a screen for a t-shirt print in his honor. if you would like a piece of this action, you know where to go/

a lot of cars pulling in/since i've been working here i feel much less useful than before.

this space feels open and wide.

philosophizing is a word i only half understand, like most things.

accordion accompanied music really isn't that bad anymore. and i'm now accustomed to having repeated listens to the same 12 - 15 songs in different order. my father's theory on shitty radio stations proven correct once again.

i haven't seen the man in years... i am going to meet with him in person soon. the last thing i told him (over the phone) was that i hated him. i wonder how this will go. it can't be too bad....

i just realised i haven't any mode to get around efficiently. yes i do, i've got a bike.

that should do the trick....

hate breeds hate--

2010-05-27T12:52:00.000-07:00

. . . too often

strength won't work
for a pacifist.

does pacifism breed cowardice?

those who share your blood are certain
that you are wrong.

how does one decide between pen and a gun?
i doubt anybody has consciously chosen one over the other/

in a room/
and everybody pushing for the one window/
i'm standing in the back of this room/
kicking faces, tugging on hair and clothes,
they claw and squirm towards this one window/

and this room has everything/
it's all under the bed
and behind the curtains and hanging from the ceiling

but their eyes see the prize/
being this one window facing the sound
of a loud repetitive drum/

unknowable to the people fighting to get through,
those who have slipped through this camel's eye
are now beneath the room, grinding down into dust.

now bits and specks of spirit begin to drift back
into the room
through the window/

the air carries the remaining lives/
they receive a tour of a room they
never noticed before.

hovering above an angry crowd
that continue pushing and shoving,
thrusting and sweating,
pushing through a window/

and my back is to this wall
of a room and i'm holding a small pipe
to my mouth and a match in my hand/

the wind pushing and pulling
small, burnt, ripped and brown
paper through legs and arms/

it sticks to a bloodied stump
on a limp and indistinct
mound of flesh/

2010-03-25T18:16:00.000-07:00

food for thought

2010-03-24T15:59:00.000-07:00

i went to see ODDSAC. it was alright. i felt really starstruck when the Q&A portion began after the film, i wasn't expecting any discourse between the band and the audience. Deakin, Geologist, Avey Tare and Danny Perez were all up there taking questions from the mass of neo-hippies about the film, books, junk food and related questions. i wanted to photograph their feet but it was requested to put away cameras, so i felt stupid.

i'm listening to Downtown 81, the soundtrack to a film about underground music in New York in 1980 and 1981. i donno, i haven't seen it yet. the music is great though, if you're into "angular guitars" and all that "post-punk" jumba-wumba. it's cool, beat-centric and kind of funny.

you ever wonder what other people (really random people you never see twice) are thinking. it's really interesting to listen to what other people have to say just to catch a glimpse of another view of the world/ a step towards understanding that no two beings view the same world the same way . . . . .

Kim Fowley is a man of experience. he has been through stuff. he's a hard worker and he does not fuck around with hippies. this man doesn't do the things he does for the money. i don't understand half the shit going on in this interview with Kim Fowley (just the gist of it all). i honestly never even heard the name Kim Fowley before i stumbled (as literally as possible) upon this interview. Check-check-check it--> KIM FOWLEY: STUPIDITY IS AN ART FORM (from larecord.com)

2010-03-15T00:11:00.000-07:00

i realised today that i've grown to really overlook Johnny Depp.
upon watching Dead Man for the first time, i realize that one (and only one) of the reasons he has made as big an impact as he has is because he has played some very amazing roles.

he has filled the shoes of Ed Wood and Hunter S. Thompson and has done great work performing for the casual moviegoer (with plenty of shit, but also [and more notably]) with characters like Edward Scissorhands and ("spend too much time looking for the right words") etc.

Jim Jarmusch has such an amazing mind and it'd be a cold world without his films.
a movie is made up of sound, pictures and narrative. filmmakers are artists/their canvas consisting of a roll of film.

without the right vision, we'd just as well be watching rubber ducks in a plastic swimming pool.

i had much more to write, but it's late, and i'm tired of sitting here.

great films of note:
Mystery Train, Down by Law, Ghost Dog, The Limits of Control, Night on Earth.
i've yet to watch Stranger Than Paradise.

also: Ed Wood, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

"....expressing the inexpressible"

2010-03-13T10:50:00.000-08:00

(these few words do not do these records justice. but they are all choice albums. four-five stars apiece.) i took time to review these records right quick cos when i spend too much time writing, i begin thinking i suck:

1 Blonde Redhead's e.p. "Melodie Citronique" has got songs in french i think. i'm really terrible at distinguishing tongues. anywho, it's good. a precursor to the next record cos it's got katzen's favourite track In Particular sung in french (or something.
2 Melt Banana put out a six inch record aptly titled "666" back in 2002. it's much more stripped down, i think, than the stuff on charlie, but it is undoubtedly Melt-Banana. they are harder than god.
3 The Avalanches culled from some thousand records to sample from and the end result is a magnificent head bobbing ocean of yeeeeeaaaahhh..
4 Das EFX have got an album called Dead Serious. i don't know much about this record except that i haven't responded this well to hip hop since i first heard Low End Theory. funny, cos dave chappelle brought 'em up the other day....
5 Pink Floyd's Meddle is a fucking classic.
6 Scott Walker's best effort from his first three solo works is Scott 2. it's weird and highly orchestral, very dramatic, very REAL. (scratch the "REAL" part, i was fuckiing around)
7.Black Vomit put out a record last year called Jungle Death and it's impressive along the lines of, idonno, something heavy, like Bone Awl minus the d-beat.
8. i fucking love Melt-Banana's "Charlie." i'm so grateful they exist. this world would be ugly without it. it belongs here with us on planet Earth.
9. Meat Puppets put out this seven inch entitled "In A Car" in 1981and it's their punkest stuff, i'm sure. normally i think all those early eighties punk bands sound alike, but considering they are the meat puppets, i could cope with their typicality. just this once.
10 + 11 go to Wire's first two records, "Pink Flag" and "Chairs Missing." pink flag is already a fucking classic, and i'm really taking a liking to Chairs Missing. i wonder what happened afterwards, though....
12. Systematic Death are a group of some sub-genre of punk (cos after punk died, like, a year after its birth, they started stapling branches to the dying tree) from japan. they are fast and loud and they employ effects in their vocals (just for one song, though, i think. i don't recall anymore). i dig it. (talking about the step e.p. that don gon come out a long time away)
13 Middle Class are (probably) the first american hardcore group cos this ("Out of Vogue") is way back in 1978 and i think i read that someplace. like the adolescents' first record, quick and to the point. it's only a seven inch, but my, what great scott.
14 Pantha Du Prince is light tempo electronic music; recalls easy-listening richard d james and animal collective's vocal loops. the record's called "black noise," but it's hardly got any. that's okay, though.
15 Sonic Youth, Washing Machine: guitar banging jams in hiding, very melodious. mellow gold by track six.
16, 17 + 18 Blonde Redhead's La Mia Vita Violenta (1995) is perhaps as dischordant as their debut, but i like this one much more somehow. Fake Can be just as good + In an Expression of the inexpressible are both also very good, although they do all sound quite similar. further probing will clear up this issue.
19 Acid Mother's Temple's La Novia is a meditative jam complete with vocal intonations and rigid guitar noise
20 echo & the bunnymen's heaven up here is one of my fffavourite reckords.
21 Los Angeles by Flying Lotus makes me rock back and forth like a mentally decrepit individual. bass-y as fuck.
22 talking heads' Stop Making Sense makes perfect sense to me because it is by far at least as good as The Name of This Band is Talking Heads (the record version, without all the bonus tracks that come in the Rhino double disc version)
23 - 26 Pink Floyd's wish you were here? c'mon now.
pixies' surfer rosa? the name of this band is talking headss? dooliittle? you kidding me? (these records are fucking great, no?)

xxx: target practice

2010-02-11T19:22:00.000-08:00

La Nòvia is a lengthy instrumental record by Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso U.F.O. in the year 2000.

i'm not high enough to get into the concise detail of the sounds this album produces, but i will say i greatly regret not hearing this ten years ago when it came out. it felt a lot like hearing Animal Collective's Campfire Songs in its entirety for the first time.

if you want to know more about this album real real bad, then come to here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/reviews/59xm. that'll straighten things out for you.

here i wanted to get into Sleep's Holy Mountain, but now i've become all gushy about Campfire Songs once again. i know this isn't the first time i succumb to the almighty rough recording in a reclusive fondness and sensitivity.

Animal Collective's Campfire Songs will calm your wildest horses and time the crabbiest of lobsters. this record will rub your brain lightly and peel off all your hard outer shell and reveal to you a soft, pulsating flesh riddled with soft fur and wonder. unless all you listen to is "Alternative Rock" radio and "Top 40" dribble, you should have no excuse for letting this record slip by your consciousness.

i cannot believe i'm not high enough to rave about Acid Mothers' record review, it really is an outstanding trance....

meanwhile: Sleep's Holy Mountain is a highly raved about "stoner rock" hallmark. it is heavy and recalls other really heavy music with Black Sabbath influences (Melvins? Boris?). it isn't bad.

people need to read this

2010-02-10T20:22:00.001-08:00

"Politics and the English Language"
[http://www.mtholyoke.edu/acad/intrel/orwell46.htm]

now sit there, quietly.

my grandfather's coughing, making gurgling sounds and groaning loudly.

2010-01-29T18:08:00.000-08:00

sit on the roof of your house.
stare vacantly at the gouged sockets
blood dribbles upwards.
cars act as cells traveling through capillaries/
aging wrinkles gape upwards from the cement.

below the cement lie
trillions of grains of sand, dust,
dirt, debris,
earth that's been traversed for
years upon years with centuries to
claim to have lived through.

sit on your roof and see
and deep inside this endless
row of palm trees and houses
and buildings and highways/
contained within a sphere that
hovers upon seemingly nothing
swinging by an invisible string
this language calls gravity.

time means nothing to
the tiny bodies of matter
waiting patiently and
quietly, far beneath our feet.

they ponder why the
surface dwellers whine
so much.

all the while, far above
clouds feel the prying eyes
of the many voyeurs,
some thinking of the others.

2010-01-19T14:02:00.000-08:00

i haven't got many raging nightmares in mind right now, but i will keep you, loyal reader, posted. why do i bother writing notes (and dating them) everywhere when i barely ever go back and read them over. i'm a fucking [il]logic dispenser, stuck on a wall with thick droopy bubble gum outside a really large and looming building.

or, i'm just a little "creative" right now because i smoked a pair of skimpy blunts to the Bernie Mac Show.

i want to review more movies or records, but i want to rate recent material. like this year recent. i mean, i guess i could just rate some vhs movies. i really don't know why i bother wondering the "whether or not's" of situations at all. i mean, i usually end up doing them anyway.

Here's a good rule to remember, kids/

always stick to plan a.
even if it sounds like
the wrong plan. through experience,
i've learned that plan b
is most usually much worse
than whatever plan a may
be. i mean, in hindsight
that's probably the reason it's
plan b at all, right?

SPECIAL SELECT REVIEW #1
INLAND EMPIRE directed by DAVID LYNCH running time 179 MINUTES
the surreal adventure of an actress in an ill-fated movie project.
like a bad dream that's got a hold on your leg and is dragging you through a long and winding gravel hallway to a most certainly painful and emotionally scarring death.
on a more elusive note/John Carpenter is a famous movie director who made his own music for a few of his early films, like in the 80s. the music, i remember, sucked the fur off a donkey's balls, smothered in nacho cheese, then maybe sprinkled with cottage cheese and parmesan. the music in this film, on the other hand, skips (in the jolliest fashion) hand in hand with the strong images and shaky "art house film"-status camera handling. this Lynch guy really cooked up a mean score.

2010 record review, #1

2010-01-18T02:32:00.000-08:00

Vampire Weekend - Contra . . . . RATING: *

yeah, this group's hated on a bit, but i still liked their first record. i've got it on vinyl. and i'm not gonna sell-it-back-cos-i-realise-i-don't-like-it-after-all any time soon (i hope), like that Kings of Leon record (white vinyl won't make the music any less shit) i sold back some time ago. or the last Franz Ferdinand release (they stopped being awesome after the first record).

i guess the hype sucked off Vampire Weekend dry; or maybe they are trying too hard to be cool? unless they aren't trying hard enough. then again, they could simply be trying just as hard as before except this time their songs weren't good.

so yeah, the debut album was good. this one, "Contra," isn't great. it's franz ferdinand all over again. bummer, man. CONTRA, the nes game, on the other hand, kicks ass....

p.s.
i hate that there's an "old" animal collective now. is there anybody else in here who feels the way i do? "Merriweather Post Pavilion" grew on me, i admit, but the e.p. that followed was lame. "Sung Tongs" was great though, and "Spirit...." was good, too.

"Danse Manatee" goes hand in hand with Man is the Bastard's noisy latter-life. tsk tsk, Animal Collective; y'knowthey haven't been the same since they moved to Domino, know what i'm saying?

great waves of vast red sea, i control my very mobilized brain pattern by fueling my blood and muscles with sticky, green pot.

2010-01-03T19:32:00.000-08:00

ever since i splurged on a bunch of records and vhs movies at Amoeba Music, i've become obsessed with buying records and video cassettes.

there's a video store called Excalibur Video (between Venice + Washington on Western) and they used to have a grand selection of vhs films and a giant sword was their neon sign, but they've sinced done away with the giant sword and the store's been reduced to a thin hallway of dvds. but they've still a shit load of video cassettes that they're selling. i mean they've got a lot. it'd be a shame to let those movies go without a good home. my good home.

The New Beverly Cinema will be screening Antichrist, and it looks fucking brutal and it isn't screening anywhere anymore. it's going to be a double feature b/w Hour of the Wolf, a sixties horror movie. idonno about that one....

The New Beverly Cinema.
january 6, 7 + 8. that's this coming Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
Antichrist (2009) 7:30/ Hour of the Wolf (1968) 9:35

so long good year.....

2009-12-31T18:54:00.000-08:00

this year i worked then quit two jobs.
i cannot remember many more significant events that have taken place this year. but lucky for me nobody reads this often enough to take notice.
nevertheless, there will never be another year like this again. let alone another decade. this decade has been long and fruitful and fruitless and fruity.

i don't know what more to tell you.

i am prepared for my trip to tijuana. i need headphones, though/but surely the thought of having new music instilled into my minidisc player will satisfy me enough. also, i'm taking a bukowski book, but i've no reading light. surely the mere thought of having the book nearby is enough to satisfy my literary taste. i'm trying to make the best of my last day in this decade.

oh, i wanted to mention, too, that this is the last entry of the decade. but then that is pretty obvious. really, i think i just really want to type a lot cos i like the sound of punching several keys sequencially into the keyboard.

i've always really liked that sound. i also love records. and walking around nude after a warm shower.

i find it amazing that i've made so many friends this decade. oh, reminiscing feels really nice. for anybody with weed, think of me when you smoke tonight. i will surely think of you all. i love everyone who i've spoken to with sincere kindness. i guess only i could possibly know who that might be reffering to, but longing is for the long goodbyes and i'm not fond of goodbyes. i mean, i don't hate them or anything, i just think they can be awkward and, quite frankly, very stupid. i mean, i like to say things like "see you later" and the like cos it sorta relies on the fact that i will more than likely see you again and (possibly) not make a big show about it.

anyways, happy new year. away we go.

2009-12-28T00:06:00.000-08:00

this entry is about me. i guess every entry in this web page is about me, only this time i'm conscious of the fact. yes, i have issues with self-consciousness that creep up time and again; but not always i think. perhaps. ??

"cell phones are killing bees," i tell the people. they don't care. those that do care already know.

i have been spending time watching Tim & Eric's Awesome Show season one cos i've misplaced season two. i've also lent out The Life Aquatic and Dead Alive and now i don't know where they are.

i quit my job at Victoria's Secret. i guess it was hell. i did sort of blow up a bit. totally lost myself for a couple of hours. only now i need a job. i think i will go back to that old movie theater job i had. i can't remember how bad it was anymore.

my. life. me. me. mine.

i've got to pay for some records. i want to invest in a laptop and a drumset. i might work on a list of new year resolutions that includes (and may be limited to): saving all 2010 receipts in a notebook or two; probably two, cos the notebook'll probably fill up fast.

i can think up more things to type, but i've been sitting here for too long.

think about your self....

Two-Thousand and Nine Films

2009-12-13T00:52:00.000-08:00

(i'll add a headline image tomorrow)

i was stoned when i wrote this:
i've read three or four "best films of the year" and "--of the decade" lists by now. and not by choice. it's only fair that i get to make my own list, i thought. but then i realised i had to have watched these films in theaters cos otherwise it sorta beats the purpose. i mean, this isn't a "best rentals of the year" list, i don't think.

anyway, it just occured to me that it'd be a good idea to make a "best vhs movies i've purchased this year" list. might make for a more expansive inventory.

TOKYO!
three popular directors collaborated on a three part portrait of the colourful city of Tokyo. the first part was cool. the second part was a bit long; it was silly, yes, but too riddled with social commentary to be interesting to somebody who is stoned (and who is me.)

SIN NOMBRE
a member of MS-13 wants to get away from gang life cos it's fucked up, so he winds up on a train heading to america, but it's not an easy escape. also, he makes it his duty to protect a girl he meets. a great dramtic, beautifully shot story en español.

THE LIMITS OF CONTROL
no limits no control

THE BROTHERS BLOOM
so the brothers bloom isn't a completely groundbreaking roll of film; the twists, the jokes, the drama, it's been done lots of times. but i really liked Brick and it's written/directed by the same fucker and so i took a date and it was fun and that was that.

AWAY WE GO
a couple struggles to find a home for their unborn baby. sounds real lame, but 'twas sweet.

TETRO
that big dramatic movie of the year? this was it for me. i mean, i saw Che this year, but apparently it was realeased last year and so i cannot count that one. i also watched The Reader this year, but again, it's a 2008 film. but this movie was really good, and the most recent black and white film i've seen.

DISTRICT 9
you must already know this movie makes for real good sci-fi.

i think this list is finished. how embarrassing, i think i should have seen more movies with the money i used to buy pot. look, here are.....

films i should've watched this year:

donkey punch
taken
knowing (nick cage is a character)
little ashes
drag me to hell
whatever works
dead snow
brüno
in the loop
shrink
the collector
ponyo
cold souls
inglourious basterds
i sell the dead
big fan
extract
the informant!
paranormal activity
a serious man
where the wild things are
black dynamite
antichrist
fantastic mr. fox
broken embraces
the road

damn, that's a lot of fucking movies. wonder if i'll get a chance to play catch-up. movies i'm curious as to why i didn't hear about include splice and bronson. both of these sound very promising. for a while, i was excited about terry gilliam's next movie. but i've just recalled how he hasn't really matched 12 monkeys or brazil recently. didn't he direct that Brothers Grimm flick? how did that turn out?

y'know, i get the feeling i'm missing a lot of movies. maybe not a lot, i guess, but a few anyway.
ahh-- fucket.

this movie round-up looked a lot neater in my mind two nights ago . . . .

you're already dead

2009-11-06T00:07:00.000-08:00

life is just easier to handle when you have money. curse this society i'm stuck in.
i will still spit upon your "normal" tendencies. your judgments are for the birds.
marijuana is my eucharist. music + film are my church. television is my bible (i don't live by it, but it makes for a good time killer) . . . .

i love being nice to people/i don't keep in touch with many people, and i fail to comprehend why.

i suspect it is a lack of money and transportation. it may be more or it may be something entirely different, but these are my (me mine) suspicions.

i want to delete all of the posts made as of yet/

it's writing that gets my mind juices flowing, what keeps me from staying in my head. the shitty thing about writing is i lose track of where i'm writing what and what i'm writing where. i must have four or five moleskines lying around my humble abode.

as of late, 'been watching Xavier: Renegade Angel, 12 Oz. Mouse, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia; been listening to Yma Sumac, Black Uhuru, Butthole Surfers.

bradbury is from mars

2009-09-03T15:32:00.000-07:00

so many fucking people in this world, i find it hard to imagine sometimes. everybody is so tiny, yet i've only just recently realised how much more populated this city is and how shitty most of the people i see are.

also, i've come to realise i'm very hyper and i would love to practice drumming on an actual set. i'd have half a set if my sister hadn't thrown it away without a warning. i'm not concerned with money. although i'm concerned with the fact that one cannot eat or sleep anywhere comfortably or get a hold of vinyl records or tapes or cds without that shit.

i'd have posted the sultans of swing, but some people think it better to give others a hard time due to "property rights."

property rights are retarded/it's not graffiti that's wrong/it's mostly just the people doing it. too much graffiti is scribbles. not even doodles that look like something. just scribbles for other "writers" to decipher. idonno, don't try resoning with me....

i took too long looking at an omar souleyman video and i've lost my train of thought.

is anybody reading this? may i print you a t-shirt for your attentions?

i wonder if i should proofread before posting this....

galactic porn grooves

2009-06-30T20:45:00.000-07:00

i was a big fan of muxtape.
i'd upload and delete songs in my own playlist
and i'd also listen to other peoples playlists.
often, they were brown lumpy and smelly.
some smelled like gasoline and put me to sleep.
others i approved of and bobbed my head quietly too.

but after some time, the man stepped in and halted progress.
suddenly, everybody's playlists could only be seen and not heard.

but lo, today i returned to the site and found a list
of muxtapes with original music
posted by the posters.

the first of these which i clicked on
have been very groovy to listen to/
this duo of electric men who have
labeled themselves PORNO GALACTICA.
the track Concrete Dinosaur makes my nipple hairs twirl.

http://pornogalactica.muxtape.com/ <---click me for more aural info

internet is only good for music.

2009-06-18T16:19:00.000-07:00

everything in this world is free. only some people deem themselves worthy of putting a price on everything. collectively, these people make up the essence of THE MAN. i refuse to cower before THE MAN. instead, i'd much rather sneak up behind him and pull down his trousers so that everyone may laugh and realize he is not worth the consideration.

. . . oh, but then there are the hundreds of thousands of millions of people who are mean and jerks and douchebags and think that wearing a suit and buying expensive cars and wearing shitloads of expensive jewelry and putting on make up is "normal" . . .

damn, those people are worst than THE MAN.

none of these things, despite being very prominent in my head, really matter; and bitching and/or worrying about them isn't worth my brainpower.

music is love. and i love music. here is a new web log i found that has loving music posted with love and a lack of care about all the shit i mentioned in this entry.
http://idreverberations.blogspot.com/

p.s.
i just read an article about the buzzcocks on wikipedia. here look: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiral_Scratch_(EP)

inspired by stars....

2009-04-28T09:07:00.000-07:00

so being sober isn't so bad. i've been keeping this up unintentionally for about a day and a half or something insignificantly more/i'm feeling grade-school kooky, know whut i mean?

oh man, so i got my strokes record with the sexy cover in the mail. this makes me one happy panda. i don't know what hasn't already been said about the strokes so i'll just go ahead and skip to the next paragraph cos i really just had this on my mind just now and now that i've let it out i feel like a table cloth.

i also received in the mail this vinyl comp called In the Loop Vol. 4. my main reason for ordering this is called Chocolate Girl and it is a song by Animal Collective that i fucking dream about. surprisingly, a devendra banhart track is on the flipside and the rest of the stuff is really rather good except for one song, but i don't remember...wait. i think it might be dirty projectors that i dissapprove of. idonno, but the comp is deemed very worth my cash by i. you should definitely not take my word for it though and just fucking buy it cos your gonna spend your money on food anyway and i'm a firm believer in that music is the most fulfilling food ever.....not to mention spending yer money on a record and eating at home is far more sanitary anyway.

the green beret shit i ordered whut seems like decades ago has just recently been shipped out, but i'll be sure to share this with whoever the fuck reads this and you will probably be blown away, unless of course you've already heard it. which is likely cos the internet allows things to go all over the world and everybody has access to it and something else really complicated...fucking, no wonder nobody fucking reads this. this is me ranting isn't it. it's me talking out my ass and nobody likes to read people talking out their asses unless it's gossipy or about barack obama.

hey! d'ya hear about that swine plague? it's about time america gets a plague of it's own....maybe we'll become a forgotten or ignored third world country someday.... iwonder if i should proofread this or something....

anuther one rides the bus

2009-03-17T23:22:00.000-07:00

in los angeles, paper day passes are apparently yesterday's business. these five dollar transit slugs are now equipped to usher in the future.... the bus operators are now to hand over these futuristic "tap" cards for the usual five-dollar toll/

these "tap" cards are to to be "tapped" onto the money eating box for bus-riding purposes. it's so weird how "the future is now," innit? i mean, it's like....people thought we'd be soaring in hover cars by 1999, and lookit us in 2009 with global warming and a recession and a black president and big brother watching over us; and the man smirking silently at the fact that so many tools are at his command.....

and we have to put up with scenester/hipster fuckers looking stupid and sucking each other's dicks for social status.
this world upsets me....

2009-03-04T17:10:00.000-08:00

so with my brand new job (well, not brand spanking new, but not exactly worn in yet), i get to buy records on the internets as well as in the real world/also, i got netflix, so now i've got stuff to get all giddy about. sure, pretty much every good record and/or film's been "blogged" about, but fuckit.

Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars: The Movie<--click me fer purchase/
fucking fantastic. the label for this dvd ain't kidding when it sez "a must for every bowie fan" even though that sounds like the blandest phrase to sell something. it truly is a great show to watch if you've never seen a live bowie video (which is incredibly amazing considering everyone's all up on that youtube). it's a classic rock 'n' roll video with an awesome shredding guitar, grainy lookin' camera work, a curiously costumed david bowie, and a great array of great songs (not necessarily from the ziggy stardust album).

Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand<--click me fer purchase/
there are a lot of albums vaguely similar to the music by franz ferdinand, but nothing really compares. lucky me, i missed all the hype this band supposedly had. nothing could cloud or misconstrue anything this album presented to me. all i had was this 'sup magazine article lying around my room. i had read it before, but it didn't strike me as anything particularly arousing cos i hadn't heard the music. it was only a matter of time....their second album wasn't in my opinion as good as this one, but it was good/ i had it for a while (i sold it back to amoeba along with the aha shake heartbreak....the worst mistake of my life, i kinda wish i had 'em both now...). i have yet to listen to their latest effort.

on a side note, this was when they dressed as regular indie folks, before they struck a nasty case of "the strokes."

(to be continued....)

i still hate fucking scalpers--

2009-02-18T11:37:00.000-08:00

fucking scalpers ruined my second opportunity to see animal collective.
how fucked up is it, that one can't see a favourite band for the price they should. back in the day, people went and saw Led fucking Zeppelin for 10-15 bucks, and here i want to see a band a quarter as big and i have to pay fucking 80 bucks PER FUCKING TICKET because scalpers are bitch-ass cock-sucking shit-eating vomit-snorting sheep-fucking greedy fucking sausage brains.
fuck that shit. this aggression will not stand.

... ... meanwhile, i wanna do a hundred things at once.
i wanna get online, i wanna print shirts, i wanna start a zine, i got work, i got a photojournalism class to worry about now, i wanna meet friends, i can't do shit!!!1

i'll figure something out, surely. as sure as i can breathe, i'll figure something out.

i fucking hate scalpers.

2009-01-05T09:57:00.001-08:00

so i wuz gonna write a rant about how scalpers ruin shows for people who're fucking broke, but i'm sure many (unless yer all loaded or privileged) of you have felt that pang and have bitched about it enough times to just let it go now. so i will. fuck scalpers though, ruined my chance to see animal collective.

anyhow, i'd like to take this opportunity to talk about SUPERJAIL!, the funnest animated show ever. by pure chance that i flip on the telly and it's about to start. i fucking love that show. if you've got cable or satellite and you watch television at night, flip that shit to whutever channel adult swim's on and look out for superjail. they re-run it twice for those unemployed stoners who stay up till the wee morning hours.

if your not the late night type, it seems cartoon network's got you covered for the daytime too. again, if you're an unemployed, got-nuthin-to-do-but-smoke-all-this-pot-i-bought-with-the-money-i-made-selling-shit kinda person, or you're just around in the daytime, lookout for THE MARVELOUS MISADVENTURES OF FLAPJACK, the second funnest animated show ever. i'm serious, don't believe the hype or the spongebob comparison/watch that shit for yerself if you haven't already and you'll find yerself creeped out and laughing like a kid again, haha!

the moral of this entry, i guess, is that cartoon network's got two good shows going for them. fuck the rest. aqua teen's not that great anymore. spongebob's for the birds. everything else doesn't hold up as well as SUPERJAIL or FLAPJACK (in my opinion, i might be wrong. my memory's not that sharp, so i mighta missed something, but probably not...)
love,
pumpkinhead.

p.s. happy holidays and all that shit.

site of the week: i dunno whut the deal is with this site, but it's nice to browse. click me.

2008-12-17T13:54:00.000-08:00

a sort of preface or something/ i'm a natural writer. i don't write too eloquently, but only because i don't read the dictionary in my spare time and my vocabulary can fit in the smallest of uhaul trucks. but i can do it almost fluently. writing, i mean. it's almost as though my fingers work as a better extension of my mind than my mouth. also, i don't curse so much when i write. almost like it wastes time. that's not to say that every once in a while i don't get writer's block and curse my way through, idonno, a synopsis of an opera i might've experienced or anything. this page has been neglected for long enough, strap on your jelly belly scribble berry

Funkadelic - Maggot Brain/
the poetry that parts the album's sweet wet lips and invites you to slide right in isn't the kind of bullshit you see printed neatly with fancy ass font with a pleasant picture of nature beside it; the sultry as hell solo that follows almost immediately gets one tingly inside the brain cells.
funkadelic being the name of the game, it's hard to say that these jams are chill as fuck. i mean, there aren't many dull moments in the whole record, they've always got something going to keep you on your toes; these people don't let you get too comfortable.
after the weed's kicked in for a while (and you're just sitting there or kicking it or riding your bike on and off the sidewalk or cruising to taco bell for those crunchwrap supremes and soft tacos) and the lyrics and mind-blowing guitar licks and lemons melt and fuse with your ear wax, they'll hang around when it's over and you'll think about the soulful revival you experienced with funkadelic. and you will smile.

Click me for daunload.
Click me for purchase.

RunAwayTurnAwayRunAwayTurnAwayRunAway...

2008-11-05T21:30:00.000-08:00

as expected, Obama's the next president. who in the right mind would want McCain? also, as i reside in California, prop 8 is also a hot topic 'round here. sucks it passed/gay people everywhere (mostly in san francisco, i'm thinkin') are totally bummed out. cheer up queers (i don't mean it in a bad way), marriage is an institution anyway. besides, give it time and you'll have yer rights. just lookit black people. here's to you. not cos it sucks to be you, but cos it's a bitchin' song.

they've been showing RoboCop quite a bit on cable television. fuck that movie cheers me up. the kickass violence rivals that of Rambo (the latest Stallone flick) and...uh, Reservoir Dogs, i guess. coulda sworn i had another bloody flick in mind....
anywayz, if you haven't seen the flick or haven't seen it in a bit/you best visit yer local video store and checkitout.
it's a perfect example of how cops should work. instead of giving tickets here and there like pansy asshole motherfuckers/go out, find some real crime and kick some ass.

goddammit, real cops piss me off...

Beverly Hills Cop. (Meh)

2008-09-27T11:44:00.000-07:00

has anybody out there seen that one Clerks (cartoon) episode where Judge Reinhold is a judge and Axel Foley bursts into the courtroom exclaiming: "Billie! I need yer help, man." and Judge goes: "Alright! Axel!" and they run out of the courtroom and stuff bananas into mufflers until the fruit stand sadly reports to the duo: "I'm sorry. We're all out of bananas." fucking classic. well, that's pretty much Beverly Hills Cop in a nutshell. i remember watching glimpses of this film before and wondering why Eddie Murphy doesn't play a funny jerk, but a wise ass everyman. don't git me wrong, it's got its moments. it's just that, well/i think i remember Metro being a better remake....better look into that...
VERDICT: Skip it.

Alternatively, you could watch this clip from that episode of clerks i told you about. Lookit:

WHO IS DRIVING? OMIGOD, BEAR IS DRIVING. HOW CAN THAT BE?

PostScript: actually, better skip METRO too/i think the cover sez Roger and Ebert gave it Two Thumbs Up, but those guys usually have their thumbs up their asses/also half the critics at Rotten Tomatoes didn't even bother complaining about it. if it ain't worth their time, then dammit, it ain't worth mine.

2008-09-26T19:06:00.000-07:00

that 7-11 horchata tastes like vomit/

it'd be cool to have a collective/to work the same lot of businesses/live under the same roof. working together/smoking pot/parties/whutever fuck. probably not even stick around at home at all. but i doubt people are actually capable of working together. it'll probably never work....unless i'm being a negative nancy and it would work...(?)/

buses fucking suck. not all of 'em, but there are too few nice bus operators. i mean, how frustrating can driving a bus be? nooo. they have to be in a hurry and ditch a few stops to get to their destinations quicker/to the point where they become unreliable and inefficient/jeezus, man/you see two, three in a row sometimes so the next one can lag it an hour past it's scheduled arrival/fuck! i gotta pass that fuckingtest....

COMING SOON: A SERIES OF ACTION FLICK REVIEWS*

*"Action flicks" required for inspirational viewing for a short film [hopefully also coming soon]/more on that later.

Hot rats.

2008-09-25T18:39:00.000-07:00

Frank Zappa is best known for his ultra crazy guitar playing, but mostly to those who are deep into music and guitar players who read the likes of guitar world magazine and such or whutever.
i'm not going to break into a rant about whut "the kids" are into these days/the point is, i've noticed this album's been underappreciated.
i mean, yeah the clarinets and flutes are kind outdated, but considering people still jam out to old pink floyd and latter beatles (both of which, last time i checked, are also pretty outdated), this should fit right into the greatest albums of all time....albeit, at around number forty-somethin'....
still though, the guitar work on this album must be heard by every rock fan out there. the saxomaphone solo rivals (depending on the listener, maybe even surpasses) the badassness of the sax solo in pink floyd's money.
with the only vocals spat out by oddman Captain Beefheart in the track "Willie the Pimp" (see below), this album also makes a great soundtrack to yer walk to school. of course, yer school would have to be about two miles away in order to fully grasp the long tracks ("The Gumbo Variations" clocks at around 15 minutes+), but shit, man. yer lookin' tubby anyway, you could use the exercise.
(click me, for place of daunload. then buy me on big round el-pee. auxilio. halp me.)
i bet jesus would listen to this album on his ipod on his way to.... uhh, where wuz he crucified again? idonno, the gallows.

"willie the pimp"

2008-09-08T00:44:00.000-07:00

satan lives in tommy lee jones, a money hungry sun'bitch.

today i went for the longest walk of my life (i think)/four hours of steady pacing in the blazing sun. anyway, i got to thinking about shit: the downfall of man began with the birth of money and greed blows; cops are just extortionists fer the man; people suck, that means every single human, not discounting myself; everybody's a fuckin' hypocrite; etc. etc. the point is i'm probably real fucking depressed. dunno where i was going with that.

i've been meaning to post the devendra banhart album "rejoicing in the hands" along with a nice little paragraph describing how sexual and emotional that album makes me feel. you know, how that album makes me want to set fire to a park with kids in it, or how when i listen to it and i'm feeling really hot and i wanna douse a box of puppies and kittens and rabid rats with gasoline and ignite it in the middle of a church or some shit, but my fucking internet blows hard and won't keep a connection long enough to upload the piece of shit zip file. then i figured nobody gives a shit anyway cos who the fuck is gonna read this post....

attempted a water/bread/fruit diet today. i've been wanting to do it, but i can't seem to resist the sweet temptation of real food. so yeah, i failed again today. but i discovered trader joe's apples. 49 cents (they're not kidding [no fucking tax, i mean]) for a big ass, sweet apple. fucking refreshing. even left the apple core in a cop motorcyle helmet that was on my way. i'm such a badass, i know.

p.s.
if you really want that devendra banhart album (it's acoustic-like, real mellow, really fucking good), some other asshole's already uploaded it. you'll find it here.

Judge, jury & executioner

2008-08-24T00:02:00.000-07:00

*sigh* i want shrooms . . . .
NOTE: Carrington had a cool picture with an egg in it, but i couldn't find it. . . . here's something close, though/the other day i went to amoeba, i picked up Arthur No. 30 fer the first time in a while. it's so hippie looking and i remember liking how the music reviews were done, and the comics are great/ all around great read. anyway i read an excerpt from this book about the adventures of a 60s mexican filmmaker somewhere in the issue. this guy meets this British surrealist painter Leonora Carrington. man, made me think about surrealists and their otherworldliness.
i mean, she made surrealists uncomfortable, she was so surreal, you know?
apparently this guy Luis Buñuel (of Un Chien Andalou fame) bluntly offered her a good time (*wink wink*) and gave her a key to some room. she went in there and the room looked like a boring motel room, so taking advantage of her active menstruality (is that a word? it is now/) she went all creative and left period blood hand prints all over the walls. the guy apparently never spoke to her again.
hahaha, them surrealists sure know how to have good time . . . .
makes me wanna paint . . . .

Aww man

2008-08-10T02:43:00.000-07:00

i'd have put a more fitting video here, but i couldn't find any . . .

damn, so i watched the news for the first time since forever, and i git the news that bernie mac's dead. sheeit. i used to watch his show at nite (after seinfeld) all faded/that shit was funny. man, tough shit. first carlin, now this?

Great job

2008-08-09T17:59:00.000-07:00

just finished sounds sexy 2. sry fer the delay.the other day i was thinking about whut i wanna do. you know, in the future. i mean, not distant future as in 10 years from now or whutever. no, i mean more like come january. i read in a book about making yer own film that i can call them or e-mail them or something for film experience. they'll throw you in there. give you something to do. i think it's in jersey or something. i'm in los angeles.

see, i've been wanting to git away for a while. you know. leave everything behind, see whut i find. i was thinking i'd be gone for like 2 months or something. maybe i'd bike it to portland where they've got the whole zine scene goin' there. that's be fuckin' awesome. i thought about goin' with somebody else. but then i figured it'd go against the whole idea of "leaving everything behind."

idunno whut i'm gonna do yet, i just know i's gots to git outta here for a bit. my head hurts all the time. it's annoying.

i'll figure something out.

i'mma take a film-making class, a percussion class, and a class on broadcasting. i'm fucking overwhelmed.

Sounds sexy ii

2008-08-06T23:37:00.000-07:00

the long and winding road....the writing here was getting outta hand. long story short: i had a dim view on life, but i've re-captured my freedom. i will celebrate with an uplifting muxtape. here's Sounds sexy; Vol 2.

Happy birthday asshole

2008-07-31T23:54:00.000-07:00

sorry, randy. i had to write "asshole" so i can save face.
here's a cute little critter with a cracker with things on it that make it look like a teeny cake. yums. happy birthday randy. just cos maybe life ain't getting any better/but at least it can't get worst, right? and hell/ yer always faded anyways, so there.

Japanese title

2008-07-29T23:54:00.000-07:00

ooh-no! they say he's got to go! go-go-godzilla!the other night i ran into this page that had info on some wierd ass manga (that's japanese for "comic book read backwards, kinda, sometimes") artist named Suehiro Maruo. apparently he's real popular. i know i'd seen this one piece somewhere before. fucken surrealist shit. and i like surrealist shit. makes me wanna take a closer look, you know?

after checking out a few more pieces at this one gallery fer a bit i got to thinking about other great japanese achievements . . . .

Akira
if you haven't seen the flick or read the manga, you should probably git to it. i mean, it's interesting and gives you stuff to think about, i think . . . . well, i guess it doesn't, but it's a good picture. only idunno if i recommend you watching it faded or anything cos it's kinda lengthy when yer high, but it's great to watch sober so you could follow the story line. and it's evidence that the flick can be as good as the book.
only soon, hollywood's gonna ruin a brilliant story by making it live action. and when it's a live action movie in these sad, sad times, it's gonna have cgi. and everybody knows that the only evidence of good cgi work out there is jurassic park/which was an act of the devil . . . . just wait till they start selling akira t-shirts at hot-topic . . . .
anyway, fuck. i'll bitch about it when it gets here.

paprika looks like another awesome anime too, but i've only seen clips. and i was drunk.

Battle Royale
awesome japanese family film in which a bunch of high school(?) kids are sent to some island to kill each other off until only one kid remains. cos in the future apparently old people git tired of these hoodlums and wanna exterminate them for the sake of society

My Neighbor Totoro
i saw it as a kid. then a few weeks back i rented it fer the sake of nostalgia.
i mean he's fuckin' adorable/man, lookit 'im.
aww.

GISM, Jellyroll Rockheads, Hashdum, Flash Gordon . . . .
shityeah, fucken guitar wolf, gauze/them japs kin fuckin shred, man. kinda inspires me to make a hip japanese hardcore/fastcore/powerviolence/whut-have-you playlist, only i'm not worthy enuff. *sigh*

i can't help but feel like i'm missing something or someone that belongs here in this japanese hall of fame. i guess maybe dragon*ball or hello kitty, idunno i can't think of anything else off the bat.

i think i've been on this shit fer too long already.

edit: cowboy bebop. that's whut i wuz forgetting. ahh.

Sounds sexy i

2008-07-28T06:54:00.000-07:00

snapping turtles on the western front, i just compiled a muxtape for my morning. i'm tired and my head's got a pulse going. my eyes feel better when they're closed. i'm still in a heavy state of cannabis . . . er, influence . . . . uhh, i'm still stoned. a little.
sweet, so i made this playlist all with the quickness. these are the songs playing in my head as i aimlessly cruise through the day. this day anyway.

http://minutemade.muxtape.com/

1 Avey Tare & Panda Bear - April And The Phantom
i fucking love animal collective. i don't think there's a single band out there that does whut these guys do. the way they do. they're so fucking weird. this is the music that scares away yer parents. so fucking good though. i don't wanna talk about 'em anymore. this is off the first record, before the title animal collective wuz apprehended.

2 Elton John - Bennie And The Jets
yeah, gotta admit i fell in love with the (gay) guy during that one part in almost famous when they're on that bus and everyone's bummed out cos that one guy had a good time and everybody else is jealous and they all sing tiny dancer. that was fucking sweet man. this is a good song too.

3 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World
i fucking love bowie, man. he's a fucking schizo man. he's got like 3 voices. there's that space oddity song where he sings like a girl. then there's 70s era bowie where he sounds like a little boy. then there's eighties bowie where he's got that mega deep voice, you know? fuckin' wierdo, man . . . .

4 of Montreal - Gronlandic Edit
keeping in mind that of montreal has evolved from songs with sweet stories about people with feelings like in the gay parade, to this funky bass ridden song about, uh . . . it's got that line in there saying something like the church being filled with losers. i like that. i don't like church. and party people dancing. i like dancing. i'm not sure if i like party people though, i think i'd get fed up.

5 Pink Floyd - San Tropez
ooh, this song gets me mellow, man. like i can just relax and everything's gonna be okay and if it's not, well fuckit/ain't nuthin going to ruin these couple of minutes. you ever feel like that? like you're listening to a song and all you think about is blue skies and no people and something refreshing to drink? no? you probably suck then.

6 Talking Heads - First Week Last Week... Carefree
fuck man, if you're one of those people's who've never in yer life heard music by this band, you've got to pick up their double disc live LP, man. it's like eight bucks at amoeba. this shit get's me movin man. like i can clean my room with the quickness, you know? also james brown. pick him up too, now that yer there . . .

7 M.I.A. - Paper Planes
cos it reminds me of that pineapple express trailer. i've only seen it once. i don't wanna milk it, you know? but damn/i'm flippin excited. as surely several stoners are. seriously. it's the stoner movie i've always wanted. at least i hope it is, anyway.
. . . . my hope is very high.

Movie review

2008-07-28T02:53:00.001-07:00

whut the fuck's a blog, that's a stupid word.

just got back from falling asleep after watching smiley face. it was alright. i saw it a little stoned. not really stoned. i mean, i smoked a bowl of shake out of a corn cob pipe (it's a big bowl, man) before going to the video store, after which we (i wuz accompanied the whole time) ate a lot of cereal. then we sat down and watch the movie. so i wasn't too stoned, but i was a little. enough to be lying if i said i wasn't stoned, you know?

anyway, i was amused and i gotta say this is the sanest pothead movie i've seen ever. it's up there with the life aquatic and . . . . uh . . don't be a menace (?!) i guess. i can't think man, my head hurts.

yeah, i fucking hate a lot of "pothead" flicks (ooh! half baked. that's a good one too). shit like jay and silent bob (clerks was cool, but they just had to milk it . . . . ), and those whitecastle fuckers/all fuckin american pie/van wilder status. no man, that shit won't fly with me.

and has anybody seen evil bong? yeah, it sounds like a potentially humorous flick if yer into stupid shit, but it's ultra-shit. don't see it. it stinks. like dog shit shake with milk that's been sitting in the sun for a few days and leftover papaya shake from the other day (it's all moldy) blended together and poured into a used vomit bag. yeah, smell that/that's the smell of evil bong man, it fucking stanks.

yeah, but smiley face doesn't smell like that. watch, go out/steal yerself a fucking corn cob pipe and pack the best bud you've got and trip on this movie a little. it's got that one guy from television.

you watch too much goddamn television.

Number one

2008-07-27T17:07:00.000-07:00

i fucking hate math
i can't find my goddamn usb hub. i unplugged the external hard drive to plug in the scanner and now the computer won't acknowlege the hard drive again. and all my music's in there . . . .

dammit.

goddammit. stupid fucking internet. fuck arghhh1!!!

*edit: i hope my entries develop better than this one. i don't like this one very much....