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[Jul. 10th, 2009|09:11 am] |
Hooray for camping!
I will see y'all later.
Now, I am going to breathe some good air. |
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[Jul. 9th, 2009|07:34 pm] |
I was promised good lines by the page.
And by the singing choruses in my head
who praised me in my infinite wisdom
and urged me to fill in the spaces.
Then I remembered my head sometimes triggers
those ridiculous anthems, those personal cheers
when really I receive no promise, and
have no reason to think otherwise.
Still, I'll make the best of what I've already done.
I'm sure these lines will spawn hymns -
my court composers can work with anything.
So creative are the Handels under the employ
of this old, self-righteous brain. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|02:42 pm] |
I can't do anything so I'm eating, reading, and writing songs about hipsters. Here is my song about hipsters.
One day when I am old someone will ask
And I will tell them what I can about what happened in the past:
Concerts at record stores and songs we sung
And it was kind of strange but it was nice to be young
And I think there was a movement but I couldn't tell you where
I think there was a message, in our t-shirts, in our hair
I know that we had something and I really think we cared
But I couldn't tell you exactly in the end what we declared
And all the punks in protest pins and feathered pork-pie hats
Hey they love the way you kept your beard a little trimmed like that
Check the seas of chunky glasses, do the white boy dance
With old Converse shoes and Dylan ‘fros and tapered gray pants
Man I dig your taste in music and I like your curly hair
But I really don't see any of this getting anywhere
Did you vote, I hope you did, because I really love your style
Do your lyrics match your feelings - if they did you'd be worthwhile
(bridge)
And the hipsters all would stand in line
And they’d tap their checkered Vans in time
And the magic vinyl scratches make the air spark like a sign
Flashing neon over clubs in Greenwich village after nine
(Chorus)
And the Ray Bands flashed cool patterns cross the eyes of all the kids
Who were swigging Pabst Blue Ribbon, popping plastic film lids
In an age of electronics we want Kodachrome
We would never use the cameras that we brought from home
So we’ll ditch digitization and take Polaroids
Of the girls in colored tights who cling to flannel-shirted boys
And the irony is lost on those who listen when they play
How unique are we when everybody looks this way
(Chorus)
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| mmm |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|04:11 am] |
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| | My Only Swerving - El Ten Eleven | ] |
Alethea and I just wrapped Complex Flesh, my tribute to my relationship with Muzghan.
It's my first real dramatic piece. It was also my first chance at really directing for film and having things run at a normal pace (lighting set ups taking forever, etc.). I hope people appreciate it.
Presently, I'm sure Zach hates me. He just got back from Europe and of course I decide to shoot from 11:30pm to 3:30am. I'm such a good brother... training him for college.
Now I suppose I'm going to study for my Spanish test... I take it in less than four hours. Oh, subjunctive mood, how I hate thee!
[4:42am edit: Zach just walked up to me and thanked me for being quiet. He was being dead serious. What?]
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| Fireworks! |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
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| | ow | ] |
Today I went to work. Then an industrial size speaker fell on my toe. Then my toe exploded. Literally - the speaker fell and all the blood went to one place and it ruptured. Blood spurted out of it like I thought it only did in Monty Python sketches. It kind of freaked me out.
Then I went to the emergency room. Then I got an x-ray. Then I went to another room. Then they told me my toe was broken. Then I got a tetanus shot and a bootie. Then I went home. Then I took a shower. Now I am here. It's been four hours. I'm bleeding still.
Here is my zombie foot, pre-hospital:
Yum yum. Delicious. |
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| America |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|10:21 pm] |
Today Mom drove me to Jack FM and I did work standing under a tent in an AM/PM in Compton giving free sodas to people and being too hot and and taking pictures. We did that for two hours and then we took the tent down and went back to the station.
After that Mom took me home and I made a really, really delicious sandwich, changed my clothes, and spent the rest of the day making a CD of They Might Be Giants covers. It is called "Chase Sings They Might Be Giants." I made it for my mom, because she doesn't like their music but I think she'll like the lyrics and gain more appreciation for the combined genius of John Linnell and John Flansburg. Track list!
- She's An Angel
- Letterbox
- Museum of Idiots
- Don't Let's Start
- We Want a Rock
- They'll Need a Crane
- See the Constellation
- Apartment Four
When that was finished I felt pretty good. And it was dinnertime. Dad made me my own special dinner of salmon (barbecued with terriaki), broccoli (killed dead, the way I like it), and themostdeliciousmashedpotatoesever (they were delicious). We sat on the couch and watched the Simpsons episode where Lisa becomes a vegetarian. Dad and I chuckled.
Then Sarah Palin quit! And we watched the speech and Anderson Cooper and it was a grand old time. Everyone go watch Sarah Palin's speech here and laugh at it. There were copious laughs. Anderson Cooper is also awesome. By the way.
( Read this and don't laugh. I dare you. )
Then we watched yesterday's episode of the Colbert Report and there was more laughter.
Tomorrow is the fourth of July.
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|10:08 pm] |
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| | Cat Stevens | ] |
First day on the job today. Drove to Dodgers' stadium in the Bustache
with a bunch of super chill radio interns and part-timers who I didn't know at all. They were all about 21 and were a little more Los Angeles than I was, in that they had tattoos and wore jorts. Not all of them, but basically. They're all like, really nice. It was scary meeting everyone, just because there were so many people, but they were cool so it was okay. We spent eight hours setting up tents and tables in the Dodger parking lot, unloading and refolding t-shirts, putting on sunscreen, making balls of tape, listening to Jack FM, waiting for six o'clock, playing Rockband out of a van painted like a fighter jet, and handing out merchandise and free tickets to 650 Dodgers fans lined up in cars. Then after that we loaded it all up and did some more heavy lifting. I got a cool sticker for my guitar case.
Mom picked me up, I went home, went upstairs, turned on KJAZZ, undressed, and took a hot shower. I tuned the dial to KPCC. It was "Talk of the Nation." I washed my hair. I shaved my legs. I listened to Neal Conan talk about gang violence. I put on pajamas and went downstairs, ate a slice of cake and some popcorn. I went back up to my room and made the best ginger tea in the whole world and listened to Fleet Foxes and Colin Meloy and The Mountain Goats and Cat Stevens.
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|02:26 pm] |
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| | Belle & Sebastian - The Boy with the Arab Strap (Live) | ] |
American TV is incredible. I just flipped back and forth between a show about a serial killer and a show about hot dogs! |
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| summer 2009 |
[Jul. 2nd, 2009|11:48 am] |
the summer i fulfill all those beyonce/destiny's child songs.
to metal sculpture, dutchmen, too much driving, and [just] being friends. |
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