MUDHONEY TONIGHT!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes…
I’m starting to get addicted to LJ. I might just become a junkie if I’m not careful. Awww… fuckit. I don’t have anything better to do at work.
I’m going to see Mudhoney tomorrow!!!!! Go me!
Something on a warm day
I saw the best minds of my generation…
And you know how the rest of it goes. I ___ see the light in the ___ of the tun_el. This isn’t as it seems. Nothing you can do can change anything. You are part of the working force. You must Listen TO THE sounds of ________. Nothing more. That is enough for the brainwashing of the day.
THank you verY much.
Last night I was in quite a mood. So I went to Van Go’s Ear with Madd. It was nice to go away and not think about what I was thinking about (see yesterday’s post). I feel much better today.
I just bought Vespertine by Bjork. What a lovely album. I really liked “Pagan Poetry”, complete with strings and a music box. I still wish I could see her live at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion, but alas it’s sold out (and too damn expensive).
I’ve been looking through journals at livejournal.com. I’m a geek, what can I say?
Not much for talking today.
Saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch (the movie that is) on Saturday. It’s a great movie, but I got depressed. It reminded me of Greg whom I saw the stage production with. I had to fight back tears the rest of the evening. Nothing couscous and merlot couldn’t solve. Bought How To Talk Dirty and Influence People by Lenny Bruce. I still don’t know why I haven’t read it earlier. I guess I’m a fucking retard. Enough of this. I’m going through writer’s block and I feel alone. Perhaps it’s just better that way.
I’m turning into an old geezer. I didn’t go to the show last night, preferring to catch up on some dearly needed rest instead.
I talked to Cathi last night, and she was telling me about purging her fridge the other day. There was this TUT (totally unidentified thing) chillin’ in the fridge. It looked like it could’ve been a steak about 50 years ago. Now it had aged into a bacteria culture complete with its own mini-mall (this is LA after all). She ended up trashing it, but not after properly inspecting it for smell and color in hopes of identifying it.
I really do wish that people would stop pissing me off. My poor blood pressure….
Sometimes I can see the moon on the horizon. Everything before now has been something of a dream I am just waking up from. Can the world come crashing down on people if there is no world? I can’t seem to grasp anything worthy anymore. I need a break from everything. I need a special friend. I need the night.
It’s getting harder for me to enjoy anything these days. I guess I’m looking for something too idyllic (at least for me). It’s quite annoying at times, but c’est la vie.
But I have found a great music store: Fingerprints in Long Beach/Belmont Shore. I was quite astounded by their selection and size. It’s actually better than Morning Glory Music in Santa Barbara.
I only know of one bar on Sunset that’s cool, but there isn’t much more. I guess I should get out more. All I know is that I’m going to see Depeche Mode this Sunday. Woo hoo!!!!!
There is so much music out there for me to consume it is crazy. I am looking forward to the All Tomorrows Parties festival here in UCLA in October. I will be a drooling mess that weekend I bet. I’ll be able to see Sonic Youth once again and also JSBX, Stephen Malkmus, Boredoms, and a whole lotta other bands.
And this weekend, I’m going back up to Santa Barbara to see Depeche Mode. So many things to do, so little time.
Sometimes things get a little to hectic that there’s not much time to breathe. It will be something of a renewal to get through the next couple of months. Sometimes I can even hear the sounds of the refineries at night. It’s an eerie sensation, especially since I’m not used to them anymore. It’s funny how four years of Santa Barbara changed me.
Tomorrow is another day….