CAN YOU O.D. ON MORRISEY?

YOU COULD LISTEN TO JAWBREAKER... OR MAYBE BRIGHT EYES.. BUT KEEP THAT SHIT ON THE LOW

I LISTENED TO AN OLD TAPE OF THE SKREWDRIVER... LIKE BEFORE THEY RELEASED ALL OF THOSE "CLASSIC" RECORDINGS... IT WAS FUCKING METAL!?

Gotta love ESP.

Not only did I see Magnolia Electric Co. live in October playing their new material, I already have the new disk. It's really nice.

sence when has enertianment value become a sorse of sexual appeal or compatability? just because a person is entertianing doesn't mean they are successfull in the way of the lady. perhaps they are just shy or completely oblivious to the lady.

ohh and green tea is a okay

Ahh fightpit my boy.....welcome to the meanfuckthought crime years.....we all hit this reality sooner or later-when you wake up and 80 percent of the people around you are devoid of any talent--yet somehow doing better. It is a cruel joke this one that they call God played on us I think...He/she/it was an obvious artist with a penchant for violence and destruction --and in order to keep us properly in our place he gave the power to about 2 % of the population. On the child molestor tip ( yikes...shit like that hits home when you have young uns to care for) if there is some truth to that I would not be able to listen in good taste ...on the other hand why is it that anyone with any unique vision in the arts seems to have these fucked up problems...at least De Sade had the nerve to fucking lay it all out there with no hidden agenda to discover....on the hockey tip...hell we could always argue over what AHL team we wish wee could watch on local tv...but that is a waste.....and by the way who is that handsome Russel Crowe looking mofo up there??? thank god for the newly aquired Albert Ayler boxset are the week would be a bust....

is that YOU (profile pic)????

i LIKE!!!! the great whiskyfightpit does sport a face. and you know what? you sure gotta purty mouf!!!

i have not heard either of those. don't hate me but i am not partial to waits *ducks*. i will soulseek both now just for my love of you tho.

05 is ok so far but you know the drill...
how bout you??

I was in a traffic jam today which started just as my CD two of Crooked Rain (expanded) ended, and lasted just long enough to listen to Fanfare for the Warriors. As soon as it ended, traffic picked up again. The cause for the 45-some minute delay? Nothing. Not a thing. No signs of wrecks or construction or anything. I can't help but wonder if Lester Bowie orchestrated it to make me finally get around to listening to some of my jazz Xmass CDs.

Did you know that the Odwalla juice company is named after a god in the spoken poem at the beginning of that album?

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you should sell those things man.

REJECTION IS ONE THING
BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL
IS CRUEL

And I don't mind if you forget me
I don't mind if you forget me

Hello homey, just thought I'd drop a 'hello' and let you know I am still around. Just haven't had the desire in me to punch down on the keypad I guess. But all is well here in Akron. Broke up with my girl and moved back here in December. Sad times but we remain friends still and for that I am grateful. Listening to some good tunes lately as usual and running the record shop still. Almost got fired the other day. I'll get back to upating my journal and keeping in touch. I'm glad you're still around. Peace

My fourth grade 'art' teacher used to make my class write definitions out of the dictionary as punishment. Our little projects were as far out as red circle + green rectangle = apple. Any form of expression besides a silent nod, a hand raise, and a correct execution of the project resulted in 'behavior therapy', or writing a defintion one hundred times. And we were required to turn in these pages in order to pass the class.

That was the class that effectively killed my desire to pursue illustration any further, since I realized that being an artist means constant scrutiny and parroting out a sentence allows you to pass by people unjudged.

I had a music teacher in middle school who had an immeasurable boner for John Phillip Sousa...he was rather a douche himself so it sort of marred the whole experience for me all together. Well, that and the fact that spittle would come a flyin' when he would imitate a trombone along with The Music Man soundtrack...oh the humanity...

Randy Moss was hobbled... but like that guy Moonie in The Beatniks, he'll moon ya, maaan.

yes, yes, yes, AND YES! Personally, I perfected the art of astral travel in school. Well, I learned to keep my eyes open and stare straight ahead, and leave my body and go for a little journey. I think a well-developed imagination is essential for this sort of trip. It helped me again much later, when I worked retail.

I'm glad you're digging The Sadies. I can hardly wait to see them live again. A cabbie tipped me off to another possibly interesting act, this time local -- a gentleman called Fred Eaglesmith. I'm gonna check him out. I listen to cabbies, and I've not been steered wrong once yet.

Any suggestions for someone new I can check out? I'm gonna look for the Magnolia Electric Company.

ps. I like your new profile picture very much.

I found a picture of that Peanuts character you were thinking of:



(no, this is not Roger Clemens with a beard)

Yup, or as the Simpsons put it:

Teacher: - if I have five Pepsis and add two, how much more refreshed am I?
Pupil: - Pepsi?
Teacher: - Partial credit!

Nietzsche's most important lesson, maybe, is this: don't be afraid/ashamed of your superiority.
This is also the lesson of the recent animated movie The Incredibles.
I'm serious about this: there's a lot of wisdom out there in animationland...

So, er.... my resolutions are going ok, still not been properly drunk, or smoked a cigarette, or gone too long without exercise or fresh fruit...
Don't feel much different, mind.