9/13/09

i never claimed i was a stone, but you love a stone.

9/11/09

listening to neutral milk hotel's in the aeroplane over the sea for the first time in a while tonight. it's amazing how much of this album (every lyric melody word vocalization) has burned itself into my muscles and bones yet i can still get a charge out of the undeniable magic therein. the story arc still carries staggering intensity and grace while remaining as honest and emotionally devastating as years past.

don't hate her when she gets up to leave.

rings of flowers round your eyes and i love you

routines?
cafe monet tomorrow then school monday blah blah blah blah
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i just miss giulia.

summer wrap up

it was a great one.

books read:

"big sur" by jack kerouac
"mexico city blues" by jack kerouac
"the red pony" by john steinbeck
"the tao of pooh" by benjamin hoff

shows played:

linnaea's (with tin cat, nate bridges)
the porch (songwriter showcase) x4
linnaea's (with your yellow dress and existential hero)
mitchell park (with cecropia, charlotte cornfield)
boo boo records (with stephen steinbrink, foot ox)
boo boo records (with paul baribeau, the boy who could fly)*
91.3 kcpr sessions
linnaea's (with spooky horse, existential hero, my name is circus)
the clubhouse (as a member of your yellow dress)

shows attended:

port o'brien (with the wheel and papercuts) @ downtown brew
sparrows gate @ the clubhouse
mika miko (with audacity, the secret tones, fun, shake sheiks) @ slo art center
dustin and the furniture (with wabash and y lime) @ linnaea's
black francis (with gardening not architecture) @ downtown brew

it was a whirlwind of music and relationships and new friendships and bike rides and wonderful things.

in other news, i am pretty depressed with my classes this year.

*defining moment

a shoreline

you can't hide in trapdoors of spines
all tied down your wings and blossoming bright
you will build and fell yourself tonight

spill out like a shoreline or a saltwater sigh
your splintering bones from crooked flights
far from widest waters and blackest land

would you stay beside or be divided, fed alive
to sink through feathered skin so white and killed
in your worst of weathered ways
in heavy weights of starry banks
my cold farewell will set your ship to sail, (sail on)

i feel me wash forth to pillowy shores
of stones and dreams and opened doors
you've traced yourself alone and far away

a million spans of a million hands
will leave you locked away
and at a shoreline i will always wait
your shoreline waits

8/20/09 thinking

i've been listening to nothing but okkervil river's "the stage names" recently, and possibly the biggest standout is the closing song, "john allyn smith sails". the themes of suicide and memory are so amazingly poignant, and the second half, in which the band breaks into a lyrically modified jam of "sloop john b" is one of the most stunning, epic moments in any song i've ever heard.

i just got back from seeing sparrows gate at the clubhouse - they were truly wonderful and it was great to spend an evening with rob and ryan again... great laughs/conversations.

i just realized i rely often on dates to categorize my thoughts. maybe that explains this running theme in my "blog" headlines.

i'm reading big sur by jack kerouac... it's incredible, one of the best things i've read in recent months. he has been influencing much of my writing style.

i miss giulia. really bad. i saw this random woman walk into the clubhouse tonight who deeply reminded me of her in some anti-explainable way. it made my heart jump. i don't know.

so hoist up the john b. sail
(hoist up the john b. sail)
see how the main sail sets
(see how the main sail sets)
i've folded my heart in my head
and i wanna go home
with a book in each hand
in the way i had planned
well i feel so broke up
i wanna
go

home.

8/15/09