Prrrrreeetty good! Things out here are a bit boring, in that weird way that distracts you from doing anything remotely productive (hence me answering this weeks after you sent me it). Still, the relatively quiet life away from major metropolitan cities is nice.
Ahhhh there’s the feeling: the breakthrough, when you’ve been struggling with a song (or script or painting or anything) and all the sudden, you tweak something in frustration and you come out with something you really like; that feeling that the song was somehow always meant to be this way, and you just now figured it out; the feeling like you cracked it.
It might be fleeting, but for now I feel good. Off to see True Grit.
Downloaded the audiobook on Marc Maron’s recommendation, narrated by Johnny Depp, who does and a honest to god Keith accent for the dialogue. So far it’s pretty fucking amazing. The Stones just sound like the most gnarly bunch of dudes to putz around the 60s.
When they dredged your body
From the reservoir
Look of joy upon your face
Did they say you’d be the one
To bear god’s only son?
Looks like someone overturned the place.
I was lucky in New Orleans
The vines were heavy with fresh fruit
I watched us grow apart
This marriage to our art
But no one knows me better than you
Michigan makes a worrisome asylum
A lonely fighter against the cold
My judgement left me here
Made a nest out of my fears
And blue and borrowed, but mostly old
And if I die before you
I won’t give you the satisfaction
Of choosing where they bury my bones
Coins and tinkets all
Seasons waiting for the fall
Something moving slowly
Under the water
”—I don’t usually post lyrics before a song is done, but I’m kind of pleased with how this is going. I’ve been very inspired by John Vanderslice, the deceptive simplicity of his songs mixed with a really funky melodic sense and eye for imagery. The song Kookaburra has been on epic repeat in my head.
The Mountain Goats have announced the release of their next full-length record, All Eternals Deck, a 13-track effort recorded in four separate studios in North Carolina, Brooklyn, Boston, and Florida, with four producers helming the boards on various tracks: John Congleton, Brandon Eggleston, Scott Solter, and ex-Morbid Angel axeman and current Hate Eternal frontman Erik Rutan. In a press release, John Darnielle provided the following intriguing description of what’s to come:
If you have ever watched say a 70s occult-scare movie where one of the scenes involves a few people visiting a storefront fortune teller, getting their cards read, and then trying to feel super-hopeful about their predicted outcome when what they’re visibly actually feeling is dread, then you have a pretty decent idea of what the album is all about. Other possible points of reference include ‘Burnt Offerings,’ ‘Go Ask Alice,’ and that one scene in ‘The Warriors’ where they’re on the train and the sun’s coming up and they’re safe but you know the scars are permanent now.
All Eternals Deck arrives on March 29 via Merge. Check out the tracklist below:
“As I get older, I realize that the guys that were calculating realized their limitations and said “I’m this guy! I do this thing! And I’m going to make it so it’s appealing to as many people as possible, and I’m going to nurture that character and sell it.” I never did that. I just demanded attention. Most of my early career was fueled by spite…”—Marc Maron, once again saying EXACTLY how I feel most of the time.
Can anyone explain to me how changing your profile pic to something nice from your childhood actually helps prevent child abuse? Is the idea that, by doing it, you’re saying you think child abuse is super lame and you’re against it? Because, honestly, isn’t that kind of a given?
Or is the point that, by doing it, you are actually making a difference (in this case, STOPPING CHILD ABUSE)? If this is the case, is the idea that child abusers will see everyone’s charming profile pic and all the sudden realize the error their ways? Are child abusers really that self-aware?
Maybe the idea is that, while the potential child abuser is searching for a cute screen-cap from He-Man, he is distracted (however briefly) from beating his child. In that case, why not have an international “find as many green rubber bands as possible” day?
I have a ugly, sneaking suspicion that the idea is to “raise awareness,” this vauge, new-agey mantra that usually has positive connotations, but more often than not translates to, “Let’s do the least amount possible to show we are cognizant of the issues.” It basically means, “let’s think about it.” Which isn’t… bad. I guess. Just… Y’know… Lazy.
I suppose what makes me sad is that almost 100% of those involved in “Raising Awareness” efforts are in no danger of abusing their children or someone elses.
I don’t mean to shit on someone’s idea. The reason I changed mine is because it’s the simplest thing in the world to do and if exactly one person thinks twice about smacking his kid because of it, it will have been a rousing success. I just think it’s worth calling a spade a spade: it’s a charming profile pic meme along the lines of the “Celebrity Lookalike” with a vaguely socially relevant twist slapped haphazardly on.
Does anyone have a more compelling explanation? I’m really curious to hear it. Eh?
I dreamed last night my family and I were going on vacation to Mars. We we on our way, piled into the family station-wagon, when we ran into massive, bumper-to-bumper traffic. Turns out, our trip was coinciding with the end of the world, so everyone was trying to make it out of the cities and get to the nearest space shuttle launch site.
While stopped at a dingy, rundown gas station on Rt I-95, I went inside to use the bathroom. The attendant (who I can only vaguely recall looking like one of those hairless cats, only person-sized and wearing overalls) proptly took out a shotgun and shot me four times in the stomach.
I don’t remember much else from there, only that the dream seemed to fast forward a few months and all the sudden I was healed, albeit with nasty, 50 Cent-style scars. I remember showing them to people around Detroit (a city I still have never been to), jumping off stages shirtless. I feel like I appeared on the cover of Rolling Stone or Spin hoisting up my shirt to show off my scars. This last scene may been a post-wakeup fantasy (when you have just woken up from a dream and you are still infected with the dream-logic and functioning under the assumption that the dream was and is your real life) which is distinct from a dream, but I couldn’t tell.
Wow, that was fun. Thank you so much @Andrewbrown for putting on the show at the Get Up for us and for playing with his awesome band. Thanks for everyone who came out (looking at you Bri and Jordan) and everyone who was there in spirit (Matt). We loved playing and hope to be back there soon.
I’ve realized I pretty much have shut out many of the reciprocal aspects of Internet in my life. AIM, Sykpe, facebook chat, the whole “Ask Me” feature on tumblr; it just isn’t a part of my life anymore. Part of me enjoys being unreachable, or at least being able to control the conversation by answering in my own time and pace. Still, there is a part of me (re: my vanity) that has anxiety about people not caring about the things I do and wonders if the idea of being “cared about” in a larger sense starts with being approachable and engaged on a more micro level. I have serious doubts about this being true, what with how my personal heroes are almost hermits compared to me, but one never knows.