Wednesday, February 25, 2009

"Unreachable"

I know we tried
I know we tried
End
Shoot me
End
Shoot me
Shoot me, shoot me



The Empyrean is completely enthralling, and it has its grip during this period of blossom in life.

Tonight is that night. I believe. So strange how quickly we attach to our intangible desires, not yet properly grown. Simply abstractions of distraction. And mischievous attraction.




Gimme some mo'

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Ah, I'm gettin' a big head

Nah, not really



Just feeling mighty fine these days. However, without the cost.

Oh yes, could this be?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tomorrow

I need to stop messing up. This is my life, I need to live it.


... and this girl is PHENOM

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

NINJA

Fail on my part. Epic fucking fail.

Josh Klinghoffer opened.

However, set list is pretty much weak sauce. So that's relieving.

Oh, and the tour was confirmed today.

So I'm happy to have saved that $600... for 3 or 4 Nine Inch Nails / Jane's Addiction (NINJA) shows.


BRING ON 2009!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

The biggest decision of my life;

Here are the reasons for/dissuasive bits regarding attending the Jane's Addiction concert at The Echoplex, Los Angeles on Monday, February 16, 2009:

pros:
+this is their third club show since the 2008 reunion.. third times the charm
+they are quite obviously in the studio at the moment, meaning they could be performing NEW songs, or old ones they've been finally properly recording (such as Slow Divers, KETTLE WHISTLE, Suffer Some, Trip Away, Whores, 1%, etc.)
+this is my favorite band in the entire fucking world
+i am currently in need of something life-affirming
+valentine's day is killing me
+what if they never come to philly/nyc?
+how long will the boys stick together?
+i just acquired an extra/unforeseen $600 from the federal government since I did not receive a check during the 2008 stimulus movement
+this would only cost $575-$650
+i need to travel WEST
+LA intrigues the fuck out of me
+i want Eric Avery to sweat on my face/see him finally
+i want to see Dave Navarro for the first time
+i want to see Stephen Perkins for the first time
+there is only ONE seat remaining on the connecting flight from DC to LA
+i can use Harrisburg airport, rather than Baltimore
+i can get over my fear of being involved in airline travel without thinking about Atlanta
+concert is only $10
+club isn't too far from the airport, hotel is right by airport
+i'd feel so fucking cool to be able to say I did this, and have the glorious photos to spread around
+good chance I'd be able to meet Josh Klinghoffer
+this would be a minor "screw you" to the Olive Garden, as I would have to more or less call off and say, "yeah, not working this double today... going to LA instead, bitchtoad."
+flights are surprisingly cheap right now due to the recession
+flights are unbelievably reasonably considering the last-minute notice that the band forces upon us
+i need to live in the moment
+i don't want to miss Three Days or Obvious, one of which they are sure to play... oh, and Summertime Rolls *groan*
+also... Idiots Rule! and No One's Leaving
+i'm a white dread
+you only live once
+you only live twice: "one life for yourself, and one for your dreams"
+i would like to see the group in their own habitat
+my credit cards are empty at the moment
+i could have the best time of my life


cons:
-The band is quite obviously back in full swing now, and this is not the only opportunity to see them, as we may have speculated back in the fall
-I am scheduled to work all day (10 hours) on Monday, which never ever happens, without my volunteerism
-This $600 would really help out the MacBook Pro/new PC cause
-That damn bit of rationalism inside me that says this is insane
-I'm not the most street-wise individual around
-I want to live to see Polly in 6 weeks (god, I am obviously searching for examples to not go, when there are clearly very few...)
-I will undoubtedly be spending 16+ hours in an airplane/airport over a 48 hour period, could easily be an entire fucking day
-All this^ I just mentioned... is an hour-plus-some-change show really worth this headache?
-Something could go horribly wrong, in which case I would miss the performance, and thus punch myself in the grundle, then bomb the world
-I could catch them on this heavily heavily rumored tour... or, worst case, go to Lollapalooza and see them, which they will mossst likely be playing
-How fucking tired will I be from this?
-I will cry everywhere from the sheer energy of the quartet
-They mentioned an encore performance, either at The Echoplex or another LA club, fast approaching for those who don't attend this one... which I could probably be better prepared and organized and certain about.
-[this isn't going well, I should really just book the damn flight already]
-I could regret this for the rest of my life.

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Wait in Digression

In ode to my recent realization that I have let far too many ideas fall out of my reach, that there are many grand results that I myself should have copyrighted... I'll say this now: Crucified Stride Records is something I want to be a part of.

Commence. I am drunk and listening to old Thievery Corporation.

These days I cannot stop my mind from settling on thoughts of my brother Tony, and also the atmospheric effect that New Orleans had on my life. I'm feeling that latter right now... That entire week, I was completely enthralled into the two records I just bought: Devendra Banhart's Cripple Crow and Captain Beefheart's Ice Cream for Crow. The common thread riding between the two, I felt was important, and surely it proved as such. What a monumental time. Though I experienced this on my own, entirely in the context of my personal thriving emotions for the duration. So much detachment lie across the tightrope of the one line crossing her heart to mine. You see, though it was the roughest encounter of love I'd ever known, I still can say I felt strengthened by the full-on envelopmental course I allowed to take hold of me. Ah, the bittersweet grip. I regret none of this; I wouldn't be precisely who I am now. Though I truly detested 2008 for nearly all of its stay. Glossy marble balls that fed our innermost self-interest. Denied yet still clutched.

For whatever it may render, bring forth our beliefs.