Well, tonight is the GOD FORBID/CALIBAN/FULL BLOWN CHAOS show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I seriously am in awe of a show this spectacular.
I have been waiting for it since Century Media announced it and it contains 3 bands that I have been rocking out to nonstop for months and bands whose CDs have changed my life (I'm speaking of Gone Forever and The Opposite From Within).
A full, blathering update will ensue afterwards...
I am now on page 100 of my book, chapter ten and so far it is progressing nicely. I am happy with the pacing, my prose (and the juxtaposition between my lyrical prose and my less--is-more Hemingway moments) and the all-around feel and purpose of this book.
Does this sound pretentious?
Fuck it!
I love this book!
And I will be recording some new spoken word material soon!
So look for that shit on my website soon!
My ex-fiance and I are trading work. I'm reading some of her poems and a short story of her's and she's read my screenplay Invoking Henry and I have a collection of poetry/prose and fiction for her to read (which is 500 pages thick, roughly).
Soon we're gonna have a pretentious writer's workshop... Her writing had improved signifigantly since I last read it. I think she slipped a poem in there about her new boyfriend, however,
but it doesn't bother me.
Fuck it.
I just wrote on that poem:
"I will not comment on this piece because I do not waste my time on schmultz!"
Hehehe.
I finished TommyLand and it was sensational.
Sometimes the shit Tommy Lee says makes a lot of sense and is very inspirational and pretty insightful.
Sometimes he just sounds like a typical famous idiot.
But regardless the man is a hero of mine and he taught me Peter North's jizz secret... what more do I want from the man!
Next up I'm going to tackle Neal Cassady's "The First Third" and John Clellon Holmes' "Go."
It's a Beat marathon right after Tommy Lee.
WHOO-HOOO!
Oh, and gas prices are now $2.30 a gallon here in St. Louis... I would just like to thank everyone who voted for that INSANE, BLOOD JUNKY IDIOT OF A FUCKING PRESIDENT WHO IS PISSING OFF ALL THE WRONG PEOPLE AND FUCKING THIS CUNT-TREE FULL OF IDIOTS WHO VOTED FOR HIM INTO THE GROUND !!!!!!!!!!! FUCK BUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now that I got that out of my system I have been rocking out to Hank Williams III's metal band Assjack.
I hate country.
And I rather suspect I would hate any of the Hank Williams' work.
But Assjack is cool.
They are coming to town and my buddy Molly is in tight with Hank Williams (she's actually on his new album) so I'll see if I can get the guest list hook up.
I've checked out and burned a bunch of Marilyn Manson from the library and I just got done listening to Holy Wood. Man, that album suuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!
It's nothing but slow, depressing sad songs and that doesn't interest me at all!
I never really understood Manson, however.
I'm more of an Alice Cooper man, myself.
The man invented this badboy, shock rocker shit... people need to recognize!
Well, off to the God Forbid/Caliban show where I will be sweaty, bruised and tired as FUCK by the end of the night!
Then it's off to work tomorrow where I will get my Sounds of the Underground tickets and rock the fuck out!
Later!
And I seriously am in awe of a show this spectacular.
I have been waiting for it since Century Media announced it and it contains 3 bands that I have been rocking out to nonstop for months and bands whose CDs have changed my life (I'm speaking of Gone Forever and The Opposite From Within).
A full, blathering update will ensue afterwards...
I am now on page 100 of my book, chapter ten and so far it is progressing nicely. I am happy with the pacing, my prose (and the juxtaposition between my lyrical prose and my less--is-more Hemingway moments) and the all-around feel and purpose of this book.
Does this sound pretentious?
Fuck it!
I love this book!
And I will be recording some new spoken word material soon!
So look for that shit on my website soon!
My ex-fiance and I are trading work. I'm reading some of her poems and a short story of her's and she's read my screenplay Invoking Henry and I have a collection of poetry/prose and fiction for her to read (which is 500 pages thick, roughly).
Soon we're gonna have a pretentious writer's workshop... Her writing had improved signifigantly since I last read it. I think she slipped a poem in there about her new boyfriend, however,
but it doesn't bother me.
Fuck it.
I just wrote on that poem:
"I will not comment on this piece because I do not waste my time on schmultz!"
Hehehe.
I finished TommyLand and it was sensational.
Sometimes the shit Tommy Lee says makes a lot of sense and is very inspirational and pretty insightful.
Sometimes he just sounds like a typical famous idiot.
But regardless the man is a hero of mine and he taught me Peter North's jizz secret... what more do I want from the man!
Next up I'm going to tackle Neal Cassady's "The First Third" and John Clellon Holmes' "Go."
It's a Beat marathon right after Tommy Lee.
WHOO-HOOO!
Oh, and gas prices are now $2.30 a gallon here in St. Louis... I would just like to thank everyone who voted for that INSANE, BLOOD JUNKY IDIOT OF A FUCKING PRESIDENT WHO IS PISSING OFF ALL THE WRONG PEOPLE AND FUCKING THIS CUNT-TREE FULL OF IDIOTS WHO VOTED FOR HIM INTO THE GROUND !!!!!!!!!!! FUCK BUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now that I got that out of my system I have been rocking out to Hank Williams III's metal band Assjack.
I hate country.
And I rather suspect I would hate any of the Hank Williams' work.
But Assjack is cool.
They are coming to town and my buddy Molly is in tight with Hank Williams (she's actually on his new album) so I'll see if I can get the guest list hook up.
I've checked out and burned a bunch of Marilyn Manson from the library and I just got done listening to Holy Wood. Man, that album suuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!
It's nothing but slow, depressing sad songs and that doesn't interest me at all!
I never really understood Manson, however.
I'm more of an Alice Cooper man, myself.
The man invented this badboy, shock rocker shit... people need to recognize!
Well, off to the God Forbid/Caliban show where I will be sweaty, bruised and tired as FUCK by the end of the night!
Then it's off to work tomorrow where I will get my Sounds of the Underground tickets and rock the fuck out!
Later!
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and thats right.. i did mean to fall!!