Thursday, June 28, 2012

Immoral Support

Ugh....made a bad business decision and got black out drunk last night. My co-worker Matt (below) had a bad day...I was there for immoral support. Our friend Jeffrey (also below), was smart. He had two drinks. Matt and I....well we don't know how to have just a drink or two...

 Matthew...super photogenic its ridiculous. 

Jeffrey reading funny business emails...

 Matt and I after....hmmm 4 shots...stupid.

Here's your song of the day: The Like - He's Not A Boy

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I lost something in the hills....

Daniel and I decided to take a walk through the Oregon woods. Always a good idea. The trees cut up the sun and I fall in love again. Hidden from the world for a mere second and one feels the peace that once lived in their heart. Its wonderful. Getting lost in the hills.

After experiencing the beauty and wonder of is always welcome. Always.



Its odd listening to this. Its exactly the way I feel. I cant remember things I want to remember. My mother's laugh. Driving to the beach with friends on a summer day that actually felt like summer. Unwrapping a gift. Things. Little things. But things all the same.

I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
but I can't stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices
blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I've found.

Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me...
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear.

I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,
would wither in the light of my plan.

So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I'd find...
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.

Because I no longer know where home is.

Friday, June 22, 2012

When that hand comes searching between your thighs

You know that feeling you get when you’re working out? Its similar to the feeling one gets when murdering…so I’ve heard. Or as Marky Mark Whalberg describes it in The Other Guys “metal butterflies…that tingling in your balls.” This song gives me metal butterflies.

Twilight - The Raveonettes

I was driving in the car when I first heard this song on the local indie station. My oh my. I nearly got in a car accident


Honey don't kill that last cigarette
I got a long, long ways to go
I've been a-drinking and a-thinking all night long
Still got so much more to show
To you

And when that hand comes searching
Between your thighs
You better play along to the tune
You got nothing to prove
You're a bad little girl
And you know your life is in ruins
So come on

And when the sun retreats
And you got the chills
And your feet are aching to go
You better call on me
Cause I'm dog-gone horny
I'm not your friend but your foe
I've got so much time to please myself
I don't count you in at all
All right

My heart is like a filling station
And it jumped with joy when you pulled in
And you later got caught for speedin'
And this drug-cop says you need him
But ain't no walls in the jailhouse safe enough
To hold you down tonight
I'll be right out here on the other side
Waiting for you by the red twilight
So when Friday comes and you got the chills
And your feet are aching to go
Don't have to call on me
Cause I'm already there
Come on little girl, let's go!


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Dry Grass & The Shadows

And I will pretend that I never left. I will pretend that I’ve not had a rough time. I will pretend that the new focus was the focus all along. I just wish to inspire myself with music that passes by my ears every once in a while. So here it is. Here’s to us. You use to say here’s to us. 

Alela Diane - Dry Grass and the Shadows

I first saw the amazingly talented Alela Diane at a Fleet Foxes concert here in the beautiful Oregon. The Sun refused to go down. She opened for Fleet Foxes. And boy. I have never seen a better opener…I actually wanted her to stay and sing more. But alas the show must go on. For you. For your ears. For your soul.