| [ history and the evolutionary process ] |
[17 Nov 2005|12:20am] |
...so we did not end up going to the tranny cabaret last night, that is on the agenda for tomorrow night. fuck it, no worries, as the fucking brits say.
it's my favorite weather outside: cold, crisp, clear. temperature hovering right at freezing. breath fogging around my head as i walked back from the tube. moon about near full. fucking beautiful.
me and emma hung out again. the more we talk the more i'm certain she's the kind of friend i will have around forever. she has made london come alive. we ate haagen-dazs tonight on leicester square and just talked for hours. we have common loves, a common zest for life. she has such good energy. she's like a damn soul cleanser. friday night i am meeting her after she gets off work and we are driving to hungersford to go see her boyfriend's band, ataku. road trip. i'm the dj, she's the rapper.
i loved paris because it was exactly like i thought it would be. i'm coming to love london because it is absolutely nothing like i thought it would be, but it is EVERYTHING. any time i walk down a street and say, "my this street is bland and generic," i remember that it was on this spot that some revolutionary six hundred years ago deposed the aging monolith with violent means and was tortured on the premises of that nearby church/castle/agingsuperstructure. that is what makes london beautiful: this history. this city gives me chills just thinking about. this city is the center of all western civilization...holy shit.
the rosetta stone gave me chills.
saw a mummy giving a metal sign.
going to some museums and shit tomorrow. probably the reading room of the british museum, after all it is where marx wrote the communist manifesto, and fuckin' bloody hell, all know how obsessive i am over all that...
thank you ksenia for this, timur, fuckin' a, dude, fuckin' a:
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| [ pentonville road ] |
[15 Nov 2005|08:30pm] |
i haven't updated for a while, i haven't even checked livejournal for a while, and as i sat her, chin in my hand, perusing everybody's lives for a while, man, every person's got their own set of worries man, it's a tough fucking world.
i've got a knot in my stomach.
this kid i knew in st. petersburg, timur, good kid, real good kid, played guitar in a band i saw there, hung with him a few times last summer, dude could make me laugh; he was stabbed to death by a bunch of neo-nazis the other day...fuck.
what other news?
got to london a week ago. i've seen some shit, i've done some shit. i've been to paris and i love it there. london, it's okay.
i'm about to go to a tranny cabaret.
bon soir.
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| [ pre-tour 20 songs ] |
[28 Oct 2005|03:04pm] |
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dude brah the ipod brah |
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i stole this from justin.
i'm watching "bad taste," waiting to leave for tour tonight.
i'm eating pumpkin crisp my mom cooked up last night. it is delicious.
i had lunch today with keri at nikki's. good sushi, i'd never been there before. keri rules, p.s.
ran into whitney & roger and we went to cd alley together. they are good fucking people and i am glad they are back in my life.
here it is, the ipod top 20 shuffle:
1) Elliott Smith - Waltz #1
2) Frank Sinatra - Lover
3) The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
4) The Dillinger Escape Plan - Sugar Coated Sour
5) The Doors - Touch Me
6) MF Doom & Madlib - Track 09
7) The Melvins - At the Stake
8) Classic Case - Hospitalized
9) Verse - Rebuild
10) Johnny Cash - Greystone Chapel
11) David Cross - Austin Powers Saying "Yeah Baby"
12) Slayer - Aggressive Perfector
13) The Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk
14) Brother Ali - Missing Teeth
15) Kerbdog - Rewind
16) Explosions in the Sky - Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean
17) Give up the Ghost - Bluem (Calumet Street Light People)
18) Scissorfight - Blizzards, Buzzards, Bastards
19) Throwdown - Falling Forward
20) Swans - Better Than You
hell, that's not a bad playlist. nothing embarassing, all good tunes, good bands. i feel good about that.
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| [ looks like i'll be wearing purple ] |
[26 Oct 2005|05:31pm] |
it's official: I WILL BE AT GOGOL BORDELLO ON HALLOWEEN AT THE DRUNKEN UNICORN!
john waters or salvador dali? whom to be? whom to be?
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| [ october & shit ] |
[25 Oct 2005|10:43pm] |
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new republic - atlantic demos |
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spent yesterday in bed after waking up with worst headache of my life. ate some spaghetti. drank some orange juice. headache persisted. threw up spaghetti & orange juice. went to bed. stayed in bed all day. nauseous. head throbbing.
momma bear woke me up with ritz & jello at 7am. good lady, my mom. day much better. slept late. skipped out on blacksburg show with the boys tonight. super bumout, last night of tour with classic case & secret lives. i'll be seein' them boys again soon though. watched "a dirty shame." ate a lot of saltines. then some soup. then ate some real food. then got my sister to score me some free pumpkin pie ice cream from her work. pumpkin pie ice cream is no substitute to real pumpkin pie, but i needed sweets. mission: accomplished.
fact hits me today: will be in london in two weeks. holy shit.
leavin' for florida tomorrow night. shows are still on, i think. fuckin' hurricanes & shit.
nc tour was strange. shows were good but not insane. needed insanity, received only sanity on a tilted scale.
still need to find a way to get from columbus, ga to atlanta to revel in gogol bordello at the drunken unicorn on halloween night.
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| [ status ] |
[19 Oct 2005|04:40pm] |
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pelican/playing enemy split 7" |
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fulbright application: turned in
(the wait is on. january 31, please hurry up and arrive, please)
ticket to london: purchased
(nov. 7-21. arrival in london: nov. 8, 5:55am, heathrow.)
now that my life is in order, it is time to celebrate. the norma jean boys are in town tonight, so mondo brodown is in effect. and darkest hour is playing to thrash it up. now, all i need is holly here.
my sister got her wisdom teeth pulled today. she looks like a battered wife and will not stop crying. i cannot stop laughing, but in a good way.
i need to eat some flaming amy's.
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| [ home and shit ] |
[18 Oct 2005|05:40pm] |
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new shit from gravity. free of charge. it's how i roll. explanations accompanied.
law of inertia magazine #21. i meant to buy this when it came out, but never got around to it. found it on the bottom row of gravity's magazine rack. it comes with the full length album by the rise, "reclamation process." i liked their other album, "signal to noise," so i'll just go ahead and say, "fuck yeah."
"the good the bad and the ugly" special edition dvd. because i love good movies.
the walkmen "bows and arrows" cd. because i drive a saturn.
khanate "capture & release." doom. doom. doom. doom. doom. evil.
sunn0)))) "white2." doom. doom. doom. doom. doom. evil.
"a day in the life if LEO: classical music for you and your cat." because i love my cat. alice, you rule.
some classical cd that doesn't even have a name but has BANNED MUSIC in huge letters on the front. cool shit.
mahler's "symphony no. 8" conducted by sir colin davis. because bukowski liked mahler.
cara left me the best message i have ever received today. all because i had an ubersexual dream about her last night. i might fall in love with her, if she'd let me.
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| [ fuck wolfe ] |
[18 Oct 2005|12:57am] |
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story of the year - in the wake of determination |
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...home!
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| [ fuck it ] |
[11 Oct 2005|10:22pm] |
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hard to believe i was born here, in dayton. i feel no attachment to this city, the skyline makes me more queasy than optimistic. not even all the skyline chilis in the world can make me think good thoughts about being born here. perhaps i could make light of my ohio birthing if i ran for national politics, "born in the midwest, raised in the south. a true american," but more than likely, i'll keep on with the rest of my life wishing i had been born in wilmington instead.
we skipped toronto, much to my chagrin.
weird to say, but i enjoy the new story of the year cd. it has riffs and it is catchy as all hell.
i have never been more exhausted in my entire life than i am right now. this tour is killing me.
home in less than a week.
this fulbright application is fucking maddening. and i desperately need my recommendations sent to me as soon as possible. or else this whole application thing isn't worth a damn. but goddamn, what if i did get this fulbright? peace out america, sup russia.
travis told me that if i can't scrounge up the funds to go to russia in january i can go on tour with this is hell. that's a decent backup plan (there is a joke in that).
i need to buy a ticket to london in the next few days. i'd preferably like to spend less than $400, but that's not happening from atlanta to london. fuck it, i'll throw down the extra 50 bones if it means i get to see anita in jolly ol' london. and maud. shit, can't forget about maud. i'm going to get to drink coffee on the seine after all. god fucking damn.
we're playing detroit tomorrow. i've never been. i know it's just an industrial wasteland, but still, just the idea of detroit conjures up so many romantic rocknroll images: the mc5, the stooges, DETROIT ROCK CITY. and true romance, fuck yeah, true romance.
the emery/as cities burn/gatsby's american dream is in detroit tomorrow too. we're joining up with that tour at the end of the month when it hits the south, but tomorrow, as soon as the legend is done playing, we're scooting over to that show so i can hang with my main man cody and steve can finally see gatsby's, his favorite fucking band. so i'm looking forward to tomorrow.
home in less than a week...not soon enough.
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| [ tempe vs. tempeh ] |
[30 Sep 2005|01:42pm] |
i'd go with tempeh every time.
fucking desert.
tour has been good. not spectacular. but good. the shows have been shitty for us, packed with prepubescent and currently pubescent girls and boys who do not understand facial hair or the concept of a "riff." bumout central. we sell no merch, i make no money. but the dudes in all of the bands are the nicest fellas i've been on tour with yet. story of the year, huge radio-friendly band that they are, are fucking brodown dudes. and that rules. funeral for a friend get attention for their accents, but i love them because their singer loves hardcore and is a huge fucking nerd like me. as is the guitar player for story of the year. who calls me colonel. after colonel chamberlain, savior of the union at the battle of gettysburg. good dudes know their civil war history. anberlin's merch dude has nine toes. shark got the big one on his right foot. that fucking rules.
i heard the new mos prez blood today and it is good as a damn. the new ringworm is really good too. that's about all the new shit i've got. story of the year's new stuff is strange. it's like pop-punk with pantera riffs.
i've been buying postcards everywhere we go. but i have no stamps. whoopsie.
yesterday dave took me out to lunch with the staff of revelation records at a sweet veggie house in huntington beach. afterwards we got the official tour of the revelation headquarters...it was a dream come true, especially being a straight edge hardcore kid. just seeing all the original gorilla biscuits, judge, bold, inside out, will haven records gave me chills. we got our pick of the warehouse and i lost my shit. that was a fucking experience that i'll never forget.
hollywood was cool. saw "everything is illuminated" and dane cook in the same day. blew way too much money on thai food. but had a fucking blast. went to disney world for the first time for our show at the house of blues in anaheim. i didn't go on any rides because that is lame. i'd never been to disney-anywhere and hopefully i'll never go there again.
saw "corpse bride" and ate too many illegal pete's burritosin denver. it rules. really hard. so does "everything is illuminated." not as good as the book, but eugene hutz outshines elijah wood. which is nice.
i've been to kansas now. just four states left.
god it's fucking hot and fucking boring in tempe. i'm going to find a burrito to eat with john.
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| [ twenty damn two ] |
[22 Sep 2005|12:20am] |
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well i damn up and went off and turned 22 in the middle of the damn country on the banks of the mighty missouri sandwiched between the fine heartland states of missouri and kansas in the frontier capital of kansas city. and to think that once upon a time these streets were overcrowded with herds of livestock driven forth by bearded and mustachioed rugged marlboro-men-cowboys (no, not the cowboys of brokeback mountain) and then to think that today these same streets are driven into shadow most hours of the day by the modern conveniences of skyscrapers and streetlights and the people filling the streets are clean shaven, aside from we, the he is legend crew. i turned 22 in kansas fucking city. we came to kansas city after the show in indianapolis last night because bouz's dad is living here now, so when we got into town he took us to lunch at a chinese buffet, an appropriate birthday fare, my fear of a birthday without proper gustatory rites evaporated. after our lunch, steve and i went to a kansas city royals baseball game at the beautiful and quirky kaufmann stadium. we both remembered that stadium from video games we played in high school together: the outfield is made up of waterfalls. so i turned 22 in kansas fucking city and i celebrated by spending a few bucks to watch the fucking kansas city royals play the detroit fucking tigers; a baseball game that truly meant nothing but fun in the sun, and that's what it was. i turned 22 in the sun with my best friend at a baseball game. and i got calls here and there from different folks and it felt nice to be loved, if for a day. and even evilsean called me tonight, and that was a pleasant surprise, because i wanted to call him yesterday but didn't have his number. what a birthday. and tomorrow is our show in wichita. my first time in kansas. after tomorrow, i'll have been to every state in the union but north dakota, montana, alaska and hawai'i.
i'm excited about tour with story of the year starting tomorrow. to celebrate, i'm going to never listen to their music. ever.
our show in indianapolis was cool, a ton of different bands played. some guy with a banjo opened up the night doing singer/songwriter shit (yeah that's right, i said it), then some shitty hardcore band that ripped off converge riffs called an apparatus played, followed by angelville, who, despite their shitty "upn sitcom" name (as bouz put it), absolutely shredded (happy couples never last records strikes again), then a band on fueled by ramen called paramore, fronted by a lil' sixteen year old bird with a big voice and a cheesy-pop backing band, they got the pubescent girls in a tizzy, and after the legend played, funeral for a friend got up and though their live show is boring (and so are their tunes), they are hilarious dudes from wales...i think we're going to get along on this tour just fine. hell, their merch guy was born in wilmington. and their singer has family in charlotte. gotta get down with the NC connection.
i'll be in las vegas for the first time this weekend for two days. i think i may go crazy...i'm amped on it.
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| [ hefty fine ] |
[18 Sep 2005|11:56pm] |
i'm downloading the new bloodhound gang!
i can't wait to listen to it tomorrow!
i also downloaded the new with honor and the new ed gein. and steph sent me those walkmen albums that i left on her computer!
i can't wait to listen to them tomorrow!
i'm leaving for tour tomorrow morning!
and i can't wait to see everybody and everything again!
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| [ retrospectin' ] |
[17 Sep 2005|04:41pm] |
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yo writin' this damn fulbright shizz is makin' me miss the damn outta russia, fo realz
like, i'm comin' back, yo
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| [ halloween! ] |
[17 Sep 2005|02:18am] |
i'm like wal-mart, talking about halloween a month too early...BUT
gogol bordello is playing the drunken unicorn on halloween
and we are scheduled
to play in alabama
maybe birmingham (i'm not sure)
on halloween
and in atlanta
THE NEXT DAY (november 1)
there has to be SOME WAY
to make it happen
ah blast it!
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| [ schlome ] |
[11 Sep 2005|04:23pm] |
mmmm got home yesterday afternoon, went to gravity, picked up the new ion dissonance (100% shreddage, plus a song whose lyrics are a passage from crime & punishment), that blessing the hogs album with sean ingram singing the melvins & quicksand covers, that red sparowes 2xLP, the reservoir dogs special edition (the mr. pink cover, fucking love steve buscemi), and he let me borrow that old salt-n-pepa cd so i could put "push it (remix)" on my ipod...so fuck yeah. i picked up some other shit on my roadtrip too, a lot of books (beautiful losers by leonard cohen, the power and the glory by graham greene, all ages by that guy...i forget, the people's history of the united states by howard zinn), a few records (acrid "sea of shit" 12", coliseum "goddamnage" 12", new breather resist 7"), and a collection of memories that will last a lifetime.
i got back home at like 1pm yesterday, had lunch with my mom, and then proceeded to hang out and watch college football and "crybaby" with my mom for the rest of the day, it fucking ruled. oh yeah, and we ate jackson's bbq too. which is better bbq than smithfield's, it's just...underground.
so...i think i'm about to head up to chapel hill with schuylar, mckenzie, and steve for a huge brodown at the BTBAM cd release show with classic case. but i think we're missing the band that's going to cover earth crisis. fucking hell, just my luck.
...we leave for tour monday...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i'm stoked.
but i need to work on my fulbright application.
ah fuck.
fuck it.
yeah.
shit.
mmmm.
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| [ dandelion ] |
[06 Sep 2005|11:27pm] |
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7 angels 7 plagues - dandelion |
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haha oh man i'm in rhode island, and it rules. mark gave me the providence tour and i dig it, it's got a good small-town feel. we went to julian's on broadway to meet up with mitch for his old man birthday get-together and it fucking ruled seeing that dude and meeting new bros and broettes. the drive today was nice and leaving farmington i went to a little coffee shop, i guess it's really the only coffee shop in town not counting dunkin donuts, and read a spin magazine article on eugene hutz, my goddamn hero and who also has a to-die-for mustache. that was nice. and today is teddy mongers' birthday. damn. teddy mongers. nobody calls him that anymore. the ropers used to way back when, but i'm going to bring it back. teddy mongers is a good dude, a good brother. i called him today and we talked about football and being stressed out about school. can't wait to see him on friday. then talked to my mom forever on the phone. driving's good for that. talking, just going with it. flying down the highway at damn 75 miles an hour to a new city, new friends, new experiences, it shreds, it all shreds so damm much. damn i met some girl tonight at that dinner and we talked about how damn wonderful montreal is. please tour hurry up and carry me back to canada. dates have been announced through november, there's some goodass shows with some goodass bands and goodass dudes. i get to brodown with cody tm starting one week from tonight as he tour manages emery, and we're playing atlanta! i miss fucking atlanta, goddamn. well fuck it i'm going to keep stealing mark's music until i get tired. today he helped me rediscover how ridiculously heavy chimaira's "severed" is. daaaaaaaamn. it's like an old stronghold song formula. write a killer breakdown and repeat it, and then slow it down at the end of the song so that it's so heavy it causes bowel movements. bam. it's done. tomorrow to boston, i need to find stu a birthday present, ah!
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| [ snogging ] |
[05 Sep 2005|04:33pm] |
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BTBAM - ALASKA |
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back in america after a week in montreal. a week in montreal in which time i saw the new jim jarmusch/bill murray movie "broken flowers" (meh), the new tim armstrong/hellcat productions movie "live freaky, die freaky" (meh), my first two john waters movies, "pink flamingos" (loved it) and "hairspray" (10/10, perfect movie), and last night here in maine i finally saw "edward scisshorhands" for the first time. why i had never seen it before is beyond me. montreal was superb, the weather was gorgeous, the days were warm, the nights cool, the women beautiful, the culture so bohemian, the chinatown so quaint, i even got to see ion dissonance, my favorite band from montreal (sorry arcade fire, you just don't have the same sweet brutality), and they were superb, and i got to check out mcgill and fuck it, who knows, i may apply there for graduate school...i have a little incentive now.
the roadtrip is going well. philly was nice, i saw "brown bunny" and thought it mediocre, but i did get to drink some wawa coffee from my favorite wawa at the corner of south and front streets. new york was a phenomenal time, i got to see rachel and alfred and stayed at their wonderful apartment at the corner of 2nd ave. and 82nd street, plus i got to hang out with TRISH! and we went to see breather resist and red sparowes at north star in brooklyn, AND i finally got to go to the strand and i ran into damn sonia, whom i had not see in TWO YEARS but we've been like little e-buddies since then. i met her on a damn escalator at the primorskaya metro station in st. petersburg and then didn't see her again until i was browsing the "social sciences" section in the strand's lowest level, and BAM we run into one another and we hug and it was like "hello, the world is small, check this out," and it was stephen hawking's voice calling to me from a copy of "a brief history of time" and i made sonia buy it so we can read it at the same time and have a book club. AND i got to hang out with naomi in nyc, and we went out to brunch on sunday before i drove up to montreal, and i had the best damn omelette i've ever had at this little place called kitchenette up in the upper west side a few blocks from the apartment she lived in all summer. the omelette had damn smoked turkey, apples, and BRIE! ahhhhhhh and some DAMN good coffee too. then it was off for a drive through the adirondack national park and it was pretty and boring and all that shit, but fuck man, pulling into montreal felt good, so good, it is such a beautiful city. and i had the best week of my life. it was all a fucking dream.
but hey...what can you expect out of life? boredom? fuck that.
off to providence tomorrow for trash art mitch's birthday (29 long fucking years!). on the way i'll call my brother, who turns fucking TWENTY tomorrow!!!!!!!! ahhhhh don't tell him, but there's a surprise party for him on friday in raleigh, so anna croom, be there, because will fucking evans will be there, and you can finally see my mustache. ha!
so on wednesday mark and i are driving up to boston to brodown with our dudes in misery signals, they're playing with motherfucking MADBALL! hahaha it's stu's birthday and to celebrate mark and i are going to get him the best present ever and stu is going to get me a madball jersey (holly, i hope this sounds as good to you as it does to me!).
thursday off to maryland for dinner with aunt jane and dad. seems that dad, having somehow defeated his 100% deadly cancer (same cancer chief justice rehnquist just died of) into a state of remission, is suffering from alzheimer's like symptoms, like dementia. shitty. shitty times infinity. so i'll see him, though he probably doesn't care to see me, and it will probably bum me out. but fuck it, sometimes i have to put the game face on in the hopes that everything is going to be cool with him, and it never has been, and it never will.
friday to raleigh. saturday home. sunday carrboro with steve and probably schuylar for the BTBAM cd release show with classic case. monday i think we leave for tour again. philly on the 13th. new york city for the cmj festival on the 14th. then virginia beach on the 19th, indianapolis on the 20th (kurt vonnegut's home town), a day off on my 22nd birthday on the 21st (that sort of sucks...), and then tour with story of the year starts on september 22nd in damn wichita, kansas. holy fuck. i love it.
roadtrippin.....fuck yeah.
i miss a lot of people a whole lot. a whole fucking bunch.
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[05 Sep 2005|02:26pm] |
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LIST TEN SONGS YOU ARE CURRENTLY DIGGING & TAG 5 OTHERS TO DO THE SAME.
I was tagged by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) leuwam
[1] gogol bordello - start wearing purple
[2] this is hell - when death closes your eyes
[3] eisley - i wasn't prepared
[4] modern life is war - D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S.
[5] he is legend - new demo
[6] circa survive - act appalled
[7] wu-tang clan - protect ya neck
[8] deftones - teething
[9] between the buried and me - autodidact
[10] pelican - mammoth
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| [ shag carpet ] |
[23 Aug 2005|02:42am] |
shag carpet rules.
so i didn't leave for my roadtrip today. i'll blame gas prices. i'll leave thursday instead and head straight to philly.
to celebrate remaining in wilmington a little while longer i went out to eat tonight at flaming amy's with b-funk, mayo, breezy joined us, will damn morrison, and then damn drew bear showed up with jonathan. it ruled. then me and will went to heavy metal bingo, i beat him at pool a few times, he beat me once, and i won ten bucks to flaming amy's again. then fadi joined us, we went to blue post, played the hell outta some air hockey, i shredded ass and beat them innumerable times, and i feel good about life.
my chest is itchy and i really, really love mastodon, sometimes i forget just how much i love them, but then when i hear the first riff off any song by them my heart just soars.
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