I often fail to realize how much we get from a character when they're just present. I'm so concerned with cooking up backstory that I leave no room for subtext when I begin to write. I wind up dumping it all in there instead of just what's important to the story. Consequently it shouldn't be any wonder why I find it so hard...
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The downside to acquiring the guitar of your dreams--an axe that silkily yields to your every whim, and which you can go days without plugging in, so sweet is its unamplified sound--is that you soon realize the...
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Far -- FAR away in any way shape or form from a string instrument..
It's the same feeling you had when you were little and you woke up from a nap feeling deeply sad about nothing that made any sense.
I'm going out for pizza, 'cause...
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A wise man once said, "Pizza can cure all ills."
The same wise man also ran the New York Pizzeria near my mother's house.
boy and girl!
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Why hasn't Wes Anderson used "She's a Rainbow" in any of his movies yet?
I'll tell you why.
He has yet to write a scene of such sublime adolescent ache as would warrant its use.
But he's getting there...
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"cry in the privates"
See if you're not saying it six months from now.
(Re: My new profile pic. I do it for all the beautiful people...
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Fuck off.
Hugs and kisses,
Dogslife
PS. I was not among you. I was the ill-tempered fellow at the bookstore that was so handily open today.
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thanks a lot, doggy. Thanks a lot.
Seriously though, my parents gave eachother the ol' "don't let the door hit you in the cunt on your way out" when I was two. Luckily I was too young to remember the rough times, and they seemed to keep things pretty well sheilded from the kids.
That's why I was a bit surprised in high school when I started to realize that my dad was a total whore.
Mom just rolled her eyes.
in this life or another.
keep the faith,
and don't let the bastards get you down.
Except for now.
Going.
[Edited on Jul 31, 2004 5:34PM]
I'm gonna let the dust settle on the move and go see the Cure. Then I'm going to become very interested in your work schedule. I'm thinking towards the end of the month-y.
Keep me posted.
1) Look, we know my girlfriend's new hair is pretty. But when she's ordering a cappuccino just get her the fucking coffee. You've never seen hairdye before? Noticing her hair won't make her have sex with you. Nor, streetpeople, will it make her give you money. It's store-bought pigment.
2) Girls who date my brother and then...
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Actually, the butt makes only rare guest appearances in sets. She is shy, like Garbo.
Now you have to get YOUR ass over here and "jam" in the new "studio."
I got into Scofield because the Sampler player from Soul Coughing appeared on his 'Bump' album, and I wanted to check it out.
"Sampler player?" you ask.
Mark Di Gli Antoni (if I'm spelling it correctly) is a classical composer who gets a lot of his sounds from recording his compositions, and then processes the hell out of certain slices and used that glorious noise as backgrounds in SC songs. The results were eargasmic.
I got a pile of quality listenin' done to that album (I also own Uberjam and Up All Night but am less familiar with both), although I have to admit my jazz heart forever belongs to the inimitable Charlie Hunter.
I know what you mean about having gaping holes in the technique. I've been playing for probably about twelve or thirteen years. I've done time in many original bands, been a sideman, a stage musician, a session player, and faked my way through virtually any genre you can imagine with generally successful results.
But still, after all this time, I'm still very heavily the little alt kid who spent most of his high school years spending endless hours woodshedding on Soundgarden tracks. Bombastic and often clumsy rock bozoing will often belie the thousands of hours I have invested in my instrument. I find myself relying on too many stock tricks and licks. There is a bit of a rut going on in the playing... and so maybe a little jamming with some new cats might be just what the doctor ordered, you know?
My favourite guitarist of all time, incidentally, is former Bowie sideman Reeves Gabrels. If I could do a tenth of what he does on the instrument, I could die happy.
Today, conscious of the enormous rent increase I face in November and the impending due date on a couple of credit card statements I...
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In the paragraph where you equate a promotion with the birth of a child you switch from talking about the emotional weight something carries in art to what it would mean if it happened to you.
precisely why i shouldn't have kids. - there's a consistency in the rest of the post though, i look at relationships, life phases, everything from the standpoint of what will get created out of it rather than how it feels too often. it's probably a flaw that shouldn't spawn, heh.
That'd be a like a marriage's high point being the wedding--why go on after that?
from my standpoint childbearing is exactly like having the wedding being the high point though. the first few years they think you're everything - godlike even. then, you each change in your unique ways, but as the years go on they become distant. eventually they move out, and if you're lucky you stay or become friends again, but it's never quite the same.
as far as the leaving-something-behind angle, refer to the creationist flaw :]
It's the stuff that comes after the huffing and puffing and cursing and bleeding and ice chips and hot water and cigars that attract me to the endeavour of parenthood
yeh - definitely why i won't knock someone for having kids that values all the stuff after "the big moment". my rhetorical bullshit and life theory all pretty much center around finding the one element of suffering in your life that you enjoy. it's not findin the candy you like, it's about findin the bruises you like i wager. the starving artist angle is just more alluring to me than the attentive parent. largely cause i'm self absorbed and i suspect rather unimaginative
The fact is, the stupids are fertile and they're multiplying. Something must be done.
see this is where the well-intentioned breeder is smarter than i. i just wanna try and change the stupids. i used to fixate on the past of future too much, now i'm obsessed with the present or something.
And I'd be an awesome dad.
tell me somethin i don't know
This urge to reproduce is probably just a way to distract myself from shortcomings in other creative arenas. Viva la deception du self!
better than telling yourself you're a decent artsit i wager 
I've gone over to consult it three times since my dad picked the boy up this afternoon. Old habits...
The gift was partially an excuse to convince myself to buy a big hardcover Oxford.
Clearly,...
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The tragedy is that I think it ate my favourite Catherine Wheel CD.
It's probably really easy to replace the stereo... or, better yet, maybe I'll just put in a new one.
But still... dammit!
it actually took me quite a while to really get into the cough.
and i'm not saying that's the necessary end result of a year of having them in casual rotation. i dig them. your mileage may vary.
and there is a difference in flavour between the coughing stuff and his solo material... i think the solo stuff might be slightly more up your alley. i'll bring it along - if my CD player starts behaving - when i come up for drinks.