May 2013
45 posts
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“It can be a ugly thing, Desire, He says.
Mmmm, She replies, I think...”
– My Brain!
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Spirited & Sincere DRUMMER NEEDED →
Hey peoples, it’s your pal Gray, formerly of Michigan indiepoppers Match by Match, creator and compo(u)ser of the powerfolk musical The American Crowbar Case. I’m back in Boston, working on a new solo record, Ulysses Contract, and and looking to make some music with a slew of new folks out here. In particular, all you fidgety indie rock drummers out there: We got magic to make.*
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“Your Justice Department is continuing to put people in jail, for sale, and use,...”
– Congressman Steve Cohen tears into Attorney General Eric Holder over marijuana. (via think-progress)
Back off DoJ
(via inscienceandcatgames)
I’m not, like, an activist on this question, but hasn’t it sort of got to the point where…like…seriously? I can go down to the liquor store right now and...
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Ahhhh. The cure for my restlessness: inspiration.
I wrote today, first time in awhile. It wasn’t much, but I haven’t been feeling qualified to do much more than list on eBay, jog, and catch up on episodes of the Simpsons that I missed over the last 10 years (turns out I stopped watching about halfway through Season 11, the last episode I saw being the great “Max Power” ep....
NOS4A2
Just finished Joe Hill’s latest, NOS4A2. I enjoyed it, in that pulpy, brainless way. It is perhaps his most blatant homage to his father’s work, both in its mixture of folksy simplicity and cool detachment in it’s tone and language. Even the plot seems to track in a very Stephen King type way; I couldn’t help but picture the somewhat dated 70s version if the book, the...
Happy birthday to me.
April 2013
66 posts
Hard to say where to jump from here.
You get a lot of feelings as the world spins madly on. Some are more… let’s say, appropriate. Others don’t speak highly of you. Anger. The shaking, quivering rage that makes your movements sharp and yours eyes flit around the room. The blood-stained correspondence with the outside world; telegrams tinged that copper-brown. Bleeps that mean...
