**Finally Added some Pics**
Just found out that Concrete Blonde will be making the rounds this summer. So, off of the Mexican Moon LP:
Heal It Up
Under my feet
I was a liar
You were a cheat
Playing with knives we were cut close to home
Close to the bone
You're so alone
Something to have
Something to hold
Something to share
So i've been told
Deep in your eyes you're one hundred years old
Cause the years have not been kind to you, you know
Heal it up
Feeling the pinch
Feeling the hole
Feeling the void
Deep in my soul
Feeling my feelings so out of control
Cause the years have not been kind to me, I know
Heal it up
A great song, full of passion, angst, and the hot Johnette Napolitano. GODDAMN I Love that woman....
Yeah, Im posting journals even quicker now. Im just sick of waiting for 'friends' to read this shit before I go off onto mynext loose thought. So, if you missed that last one, tough tittie...
ANYWAY, this past Saturday was just too nice for me to sit back and do nothing. So, I got myself up and out of bed, and then convinced my friends Rob and Reg to head over to the old stomping grounds in Jersey. Took the Patco High-speed line over the river to Collingswood, and then proceeded to neander around through the towns out there.
Very weird and very surreal. I dont go back that often, even though its just across the bridge. Pretty much a trip into nostalgia for me. I wandered around the old streets were I played games like freeze tag and kick the can. Saw the alleyways were we used to drink the stolen booze from our parents liquour cabinets. Even got a panzoratti from the italian restaurant in the old hood. Weirder still, I was checking out Crystal Lake, and on the light post in front were scrawled the words 'I Love you...' written to me from this girl back in highschool. She wrote them some 17 years ago and they're still there. It was a different time...and I was a different person. Shit, I didnt even know she dug on me until after she didnt anymore...story of my life. Wandering around the old town, looking at all of the new faces, storefronts, and other changes was an extremely odd experience. Everything was the same...yet different. And I felt so detached from it all, like a person looking into a glass menagerie from the outside.
After all that walking, we took the train back and got drunker than piss at McGlinchey's in CC. Always a good time there....
In the CD player today:
The Fluid - Glue/Roadmouth
Peter Gabriel - Shaking the Tree
Concrete Blonde - Walking in London
Gearhead Records Comp. - Gearfest
Just found out that Concrete Blonde will be making the rounds this summer. So, off of the Mexican Moon LP:
Heal It Up
Under my feet
I was a liar
You were a cheat
Playing with knives we were cut close to home
Close to the bone
You're so alone
Something to have
Something to hold
Something to share
So i've been told
Deep in your eyes you're one hundred years old
Cause the years have not been kind to you, you know
Heal it up
Feeling the pinch
Feeling the hole
Feeling the void
Deep in my soul
Feeling my feelings so out of control
Cause the years have not been kind to me, I know
Heal it up
A great song, full of passion, angst, and the hot Johnette Napolitano. GODDAMN I Love that woman....
Yeah, Im posting journals even quicker now. Im just sick of waiting for 'friends' to read this shit before I go off onto mynext loose thought. So, if you missed that last one, tough tittie...
ANYWAY, this past Saturday was just too nice for me to sit back and do nothing. So, I got myself up and out of bed, and then convinced my friends Rob and Reg to head over to the old stomping grounds in Jersey. Took the Patco High-speed line over the river to Collingswood, and then proceeded to neander around through the towns out there.
Very weird and very surreal. I dont go back that often, even though its just across the bridge. Pretty much a trip into nostalgia for me. I wandered around the old streets were I played games like freeze tag and kick the can. Saw the alleyways were we used to drink the stolen booze from our parents liquour cabinets. Even got a panzoratti from the italian restaurant in the old hood. Weirder still, I was checking out Crystal Lake, and on the light post in front were scrawled the words 'I Love you...' written to me from this girl back in highschool. She wrote them some 17 years ago and they're still there. It was a different time...and I was a different person. Shit, I didnt even know she dug on me until after she didnt anymore...story of my life. Wandering around the old town, looking at all of the new faces, storefronts, and other changes was an extremely odd experience. Everything was the same...yet different. And I felt so detached from it all, like a person looking into a glass menagerie from the outside.
After all that walking, we took the train back and got drunker than piss at McGlinchey's in CC. Always a good time there....
In the CD player today:
The Fluid - Glue/Roadmouth
Peter Gabriel - Shaking the Tree
Concrete Blonde - Walking in London
Gearhead Records Comp. - Gearfest
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"Macademia"...too funy. I would make a joke with the punchline being, "...we're both nuts!" But, dammit, I'm not that lame (yet).
Yeah, I own my own place. It's nice owning a home - but it's a TON of work. I don't mind - I'm actually looking forward to gettin' on the roof and sloppin' down some tar on Saturday. Some taaaaarrrr, I mean.
I love my neighborhood (Bella Vista). My 'hood rocks my socks like jocks with clocks. I'm one street from South street, three blocks from the Italian Market, 1/2 block from Cianfrani park, and three blocks away from the Fresh Fields @10th and South. I think that's why I love Philly so much - Bella Vista has spoiled me.
You're in pretty sweet spot, too. I looked at the Art Museum when I was house-shopping. Brandywine to Fairmont =