Or children. I don't know. I like costume parties sometimes (oh the many "versus" parties) but for the most part just can't get into it.
Sneaky Feelings makes me nostalgic for a place I've never been and reminds me of long drives in the fall through New England...which reminds me of:
Jonathan Richman performing "New England" on Top of the Pops.
shut your mouth / how can you say / I go about things the wrong way
Friday, October 22, 2010 • 0
A friend of a friend was making a mix cd for this girl he was trying to impress. Hip young thing at a state school. Morrissey seemed to be a good choice. In hindsight he reflected that "You're the one for me, fatty" probably wasn't the best of possible seductive selections. Or Morrissey in general, for that matter.
Or was it? I wondered. I mean, if you can't hang with Moz, you just can't hang.
Or was it? I wondered. I mean, if you can't hang with Moz, you just can't hang.
memoranda
I think this is the house from In Watermelon Sugar...
Now for some other stuff collected whilst 'surfin' the net'.
Claudia Crobatia
Jonathan Zawada
throwback jams
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 • 0
To the days when my car was reliable, first term freshman year of college before weird shit went down...
I had the sweetest memory when I woke up this morning of driving around North Bennington with Chris, the kid who lived next door to me. We'd go to Powers Market blasting Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By by Lovage. Shit! Those were the days, in the daze of discovery. Two kids in the throes of their tumultuous late teens who had no idea what was up and what was down other than that Faith No More's Angel Dust remained awesome 14 years later and drinking excessively was fun. We bonded fast those first days of school over a shared obsession over all things Mike Patton (except, perhaps, Mike Patton himself). Then Milford worked with Mike Patton and said he's a huge tool. Noel said the first time he met me and Chris, we were arguing about Marxism (we were in the same introductory political economy class) and then started making out. Neither of us remember that. Hahahaha. I think that was how we all eventually related to each other -- making out. If we didn't make out with each other at some point chances are one of our friends had made out with us. College was kind of like high school with way less social restrictiveness, more illicit substances and ashtrays.
I had the sweetest memory when I woke up this morning of driving around North Bennington with Chris, the kid who lived next door to me. We'd go to Powers Market blasting Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By by Lovage. Shit! Those were the days, in the daze of discovery. Two kids in the throes of their tumultuous late teens who had no idea what was up and what was down other than that Faith No More's Angel Dust remained awesome 14 years later and drinking excessively was fun. We bonded fast those first days of school over a shared obsession over all things Mike Patton (except, perhaps, Mike Patton himself). Then Milford worked with Mike Patton and said he's a huge tool. Noel said the first time he met me and Chris, we were arguing about Marxism (we were in the same introductory political economy class) and then started making out. Neither of us remember that. Hahahaha. I think that was how we all eventually related to each other -- making out. If we didn't make out with each other at some point chances are one of our friends had made out with us. College was kind of like high school with way less social restrictiveness, more illicit substances and ashtrays.
When does a dream become a nightmare?
Friday, September 24, 2010 • 0
I think the nightmare starts around 3:30. Prepare for it by chugging some Robitussin.
Thursday, September 23, 2010 • 0
"Just think, after the decline and fall of Western civilization, and it's inevitable, what we're gonna leave behind is masses of concrete and steel and millions of miles of paved highways and overpasses going nowhere."
These photograhs are from David Maisel's series "Oblivion". You can check out the whole series on Polar Inertia.