tall drink of water

i'm in love with the you in pictures. Lean tangles of limbs, all knotted up with your smile and confidence. All of those split seconds, captured over and over again that are glimpses of fractions, the whole is like a child that you learn from constantly. A perfect mix of humbleness, pride, and purpose.

they are just things.

After every tour I'm always surprised at all of the extra "things" i've accumulated while on the road, so I'm gonna list them all.

Records::
-Tom Petty--Southern Accents
-Patti Smith--
-Alkaline Trio-Crimson; From Here to Infirmary
-The Get-up Kids--On A Wire; Guilt Show
-The New Amsterdams--Worse for the Wear
-Bob Dylan--Bringing It All Back Home
-My Morning Jacket--a live record
-Saves The Day--Stay What You Are; Anywhere With You (single)

CDs::
-Neil Young--Harvest Moon
-The National--The Boxer
-Tom Petty--The Last DJ; Into The Great Wide Open
-Bonnie "Prince" Billy--I See A Darkness
-Richard Bukner--Meadow
-Sigur Ros--um, the new one, Heime? I forget what it is called.

Books::
-Sarte--An Introduction
-Sarah Vowell--The Partly Cloudy Patriot
-Elvis Costello-Complicated Shadows
-Bob Dylan--A Retrospective

DVDs::
-The new Tom Petty DVD
-A whole heap of Family Guy DVDs (thanks Chris)

I also got a new pair of shoes. I might be leaving some stuff out, but you get the point...well, I'm not sure I'm making much of a point at all. I have a lot of things I should start doing, but it's 2:30 p.m. and I'm still in bed. Lay off. Tonight, I'm going to go see a movie called "Control", it's about Ian Curtis. I'm not that big of a Joy Division fan, but I am really interested. I did listen to New Order for a while, there was this band called "Frente" who did a wonderful cover of "Bizarre Love Triangle"..which was an amazing New Order song. Either way, I'm excited to see the movie. I can say that I am not an Interpol fan, but as I listen to Joy Division, I can tell they were influenced by them...ya know, the consistent, droning, flat-line approach.

I listened to the Smashing Pumpkins the other day, and heard this, "Talk revolution, as if it matters now. I don't care anyway, just give me what I want." It jumped out.

my mom always says

My mom always told me that she doesn't believe in the legislation of morality, and i agree. I am listening to a debate about abortion, it's making me dizzy.

soy boraccho

I'm simply awaiting my death, either by means of bad road conditions or old age. I suppose meeting God will be kind of like quitting a bad a job or telling a girl how you really feel. You'll get all these great poetic and cliche lines ready to spew her way, expecting her to surrender to your passion or your hormones and curious lust...some hallmark line you stole from a movie you saw that you hope she hasn't seen, or some obscure song that was a b-side on an old Descendents record, whatever, she's heard it all before, so has your boss, and so has God. I suppose I'll just stand there and humbly turn in my two weeks notice, and wait to be told which door to leave through. Either way, I'm gonna see an old friend's little sister tomorrow...but her sister is pretty much grown up which will be a trip. I'll see her face and only be reminded of my friend's house on Butternut Court or Sheridan, high school frustration to the fullest, she was just a girl who led me on, but at the same time really cared about me, adolescent bus ride torture. We eventually kissed and her step dad and I would always talk guitars or Eric Clapton, he's amazing, Bill is amazing, not Eric Clapton, he kind of lost some points with that annoying song, "My Father's Eyes." I'm fooled by all you flippant and flaky, yet interesting girls with nothing going on in their lives aside from a false sense of pseudo freedom and predictable opinions on religion and politics, the kind of opinions that don't really say anything, they just imply naivety. Hey I'm no professor either, so what do I know aside from what I read in books that Chomsky or Dostoevsky wrote? Antiquated classic psycho-analysis developed into infecting fictional stories and contemporary political activism, It's easy at my age, almost predictable. I'm your typical college drop-out. I'll eventually be forced back in..I'll be the old guy in class that goes home to his wife, not his dorm. Drives home to his baby girl, not his OAR poster.

just singing

"the poison makes its way through my body slowly
Into the pleasure centers of my brain
If you were here I would admit that I'm an asshole
But now it’s over and I can’t stay sober
Though it isn't like I tried
And on the front porch, or on an airplane on vacation
Or out for dinner in a NEARBY town
I was so proud just to have you sitting with me
But now it’s over and I can’t stay sober
Pour and swallow
Follow one shot with another
I'll keep on till you agree to come back over
Or until there are X's on my eyes
My old man always swore that hell would have no flame
Just a front row seat
To watch your true love pack her things and drive away"

enter cliche "swingers" reference here

My skin didn't crawl from the heat like it usually does in Pheonix. The air was pleasant enough...I saw some teenagers and 20 somethings struggle with a boat down to the water, all of the water here looks like it was part of the cities design. I'm listening to some songs that I think my dad would like, actually, I put this particular song on a compilation I made for him. I would tell you the song, but it's of no interest or consequence, a lot like this "blog". We're going to Vegas tomorrow, I have a Vegas routine that plays out like a pathetic lack of will and confidence. I usually walk around a casino with some intention of sitting down at a table, but casinos make me nervous, and so I walk the streets that are littered with escort advertisements that do nothing more than mildly peak my curiosity, and then thank my lucky stars that my head is on straight most of the time. I just end up thinking about the mob and money I could've won, but would've ultimately lost. This tour bus is a mess, but it is full of toys...classic timeless toys...like barbie, chutes and ladders and etch-a-sketch. I like when movies or sit-coms make Jesus just a man....I was watching Family Guy today and they were showing a gameshow, and a contestant said "hello Jesus!" and then they showed Jesus sitting on a couch watching TV with a bag of chips, he got all excited..I love when movies display Jesus as more mortal than immortal...it's comforting. I mean, I imagine if I met Eddie Vedder I would have no idea what to say, or how to present myself...and Eddie Vedder is just Eddie Vedder...if I met Jesus, holy crap, what would I say..I'd probably burn up and become the some glowing ember on his cigarette and he'd suck me in to his lungs, and that would be a much safer than living life in a band.

killing time

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