i was having trouble sleeping last night, so i got up, got dressed and went to the bar. the usual suspects presided. did run into a friend who had moved away and was back in town house hunting. said san fran was too expensive, but i'd still rather be there than here. i drank 4 beers in the span of two and a half hours, drove home and lied down, and immediately felt sick. i don't know why. i wasn't drunk at all. just sick. so i got up and vomited out the contents of my stomach, brushed my teeth about a million times, and lied back down. now it feels like someone is stabbing me in the gut. i hope this isn't indicative of henceforce unnoticed stomach problems... maybe all that coffee i've been drinking for the past ten years is finally catching up. i hate getting older. and i hear it only gets worse from here on out.
in other news, i finally heard from Rhys, who has been in St. Ives for the past couple days and is going to the British Open today, i think. he says no one can understand a word he says over there. i thought that was funny. of course, if you look in the dictionary (that figurative dictionary we all have in our heads, for cultural references such as this one) under "Loud American Slob" you'll find his picture. the man's brilliant, and i love him to death, but it's true. i don't think he would disagree.
Argentum promised me that Bloc Party's Silent Alarm would be my most favoritest album in the world, so i'm giving it a second listen. they do kind of sound like Gang of Four, which is what i kept hearing every time the band would come up. but with a twinge of that 80's pop nostalgia that seems so prevalent in pop music these days. it's growing on me, don't get me wrong... one thing that bugs me. the label on the front compared the importance of the album to the Clash in '77 and the Specials in '82. i laughed. i mean, first of all, that's something that can only be determined in hindsight. secondly, i've heard that plug before. and i keep thinking, "man, i'm too young to be this cynical about contemporary music." but with every new band i listen to, i get the overwealming feeling that i've heard it before. i wish i could get back the feeling i had the first time i heard X's Under the Big Black Sun, or Television's Marquee Moon, or the Flesh Eaters' A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die... ... that initial "Holy shit, what the fuck is this?!?" sensation, followed the utter disbelief that music like this could actually exist, chased with that excited, manic, can't-get-enough phase, where you listen to a record over and over and over again...
anyway. feeling a bit off today. maybe i vomited out my soul last night. or the last of my dignity. i might have a lead on a job, but i've got to make some phone calls still, and i don't want to jinx it by talking about it too much. i just hope i'm feeling more like myself tomorrow. i don't want to miss GWAR because i'm feeling out of sorts. grrr. stupid head. sometimes i want to cut it off. but i doubt that would solve much of anything, and i imagine it would create a terrible mess.
well. more later, assuredly.
love, all.
-Hyena.
in other news, i finally heard from Rhys, who has been in St. Ives for the past couple days and is going to the British Open today, i think. he says no one can understand a word he says over there. i thought that was funny. of course, if you look in the dictionary (that figurative dictionary we all have in our heads, for cultural references such as this one) under "Loud American Slob" you'll find his picture. the man's brilliant, and i love him to death, but it's true. i don't think he would disagree.
Argentum promised me that Bloc Party's Silent Alarm would be my most favoritest album in the world, so i'm giving it a second listen. they do kind of sound like Gang of Four, which is what i kept hearing every time the band would come up. but with a twinge of that 80's pop nostalgia that seems so prevalent in pop music these days. it's growing on me, don't get me wrong... one thing that bugs me. the label on the front compared the importance of the album to the Clash in '77 and the Specials in '82. i laughed. i mean, first of all, that's something that can only be determined in hindsight. secondly, i've heard that plug before. and i keep thinking, "man, i'm too young to be this cynical about contemporary music." but with every new band i listen to, i get the overwealming feeling that i've heard it before. i wish i could get back the feeling i had the first time i heard X's Under the Big Black Sun, or Television's Marquee Moon, or the Flesh Eaters' A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die... ... that initial "Holy shit, what the fuck is this?!?" sensation, followed the utter disbelief that music like this could actually exist, chased with that excited, manic, can't-get-enough phase, where you listen to a record over and over and over again...
anyway. feeling a bit off today. maybe i vomited out my soul last night. or the last of my dignity. i might have a lead on a job, but i've got to make some phone calls still, and i don't want to jinx it by talking about it too much. i just hope i'm feeling more like myself tomorrow. i don't want to miss GWAR because i'm feeling out of sorts. grrr. stupid head. sometimes i want to cut it off. but i doubt that would solve much of anything, and i imagine it would create a terrible mess.
well. more later, assuredly.
love, all.
-Hyena.
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oracle:
so whats up with your fine self tonight.
mngddss:
You should use that sentence even if it isnt true, its fantastic! There's a very good faq up right now. 