the only girl i've ever loved
was born with roses in her eyes
and then they buried her alive
one evening 1945
with just her sister by her side
and only weeks before the guns
all came and rained on everyone


recommended mp3 - neutral milk hotel - holland 1945

when all the world becomes ones and zeros and there is nothing analog left, will kids still find the joy of unraveling a cassette tape or vcr tape? i know youve done this. everyone has. the brown thin tape gets lost in the wind, you throw it, unwrap it... for hours and it keeps on going. there must have been miles of tape in there. you kids of the future there are so many things you won't get to experience. i feel sorry for you.

recommended mp3 - low - closer

sometimes it moves so fast i can't feel whats even happening. the G-forces make you sick when combined with the dizzying height. and then its all over. we were the pain, we were the speed, we were the rocket.

each one in awe for they'd never seen a girl so sad and beautiful

recommended mp3 - yo la tengo - speedy motorcycle

even the moon has a darkside

here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine. his skin is without blemish and the desired golden color. his hair could not be more perfect and his smile is yet to lose. his clothes are the latest fashion and his car is the most trendy. here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine. he shimmers, sparkles, shines.

recommended mp3 - the long winters - stupid

yesterday i caught a bat.
i could feel it flying around the night before and i think i dreamed about it biting my head or something. its hard to sleep very soundly with a bat flapping above your bed but i was too tired to do anything about it. (read- too lazy). anyways the next morning it had hung itself above the stairs on the third floor. have you ever seen a bat up close? their dark and freaky. i grabbed two t-shirts and tried to catch it while it slept, but it was just a bit too high and when it felt me closing in it took off. it kinda freaked out for a while flying in circles, while i was trying to figure out how to catch a flying bat. (i did remember some chris farley movie, but didn't think it would work.) so i took my t-shirts and twisted them until they were pretty heavy and started swinging everytime it came close. after about 5-6 misses i hit that thing pretty hard and it crashed to the floor with a loud thunk. i wondered if it was still alive as i wrapped it in my t-shirts and took it downstairs. outside i unwrapped my present and the bat was still alive biting my t-shirts to death. i flopped him on the ground and he laid on his belly, wings spread to full length, teeth barred and just laid there. i watched it for a while and wondered how much damage i did to it. was it retarted now? did it forget how to fly? would it have to eat worms and crawl around or something? i left him for a while to pack the rest of my stuff up, when i came back it was gone. so i guess the end of the story is sorta unresolved. i hope he's out there flying around somewhere, eating mosiquitos, flying in girls' hair, having a great time, but maybe my dog ate him.

recommended mp3 - denison witmer - simple man (some 70's cover)

after a few nights of sleeping on the floor, you start to appreciate beds. what a great invention. whoever thought of making some soft structure to permanently sleep on, i applaud you, thats a great invention. like better than the wheel or the hypercolor t-shirt.

this world was made for people who aren't cursed with self-awareness.

recommended mp3 - hayden - neil young song

if a scary huge giant bunny told me what to do, i wouldn't do it.

recommended mp3 - the white stripes - seven nation army

everyones replaceable. especially me.

things i'm starting to think are overrated:
sgt. peppers lonely hearts club band
the lord of the rings
mountain dew
not so cheap airlines
graduate school
Dell Computers
Taco Bell
keeping up on Blogs

recommended mp3 - songwriters llc - beach house

http://www.peoriayounggroup.com/pages/photos.html

some pics of my trip to NY,NY

(singing)
back to school. back to school. to prove to daddy, i'm not a fool.

one week of graduate school and i'm still alive. although I have to admit its tougher than i expected. two back to back three hour classes tend to suck the life out of you. Its not really that much different than normal college. people dress a bit nicer and my classmates are more competitive but its pretty much the same. one week in and i'm buried with work. 3 and 1/2 weeks from now i'll be a happy man. hmmm not too much else to say. still adjusting to bloomington. missing peoria.

recommended album - unwed sailor - the marionette and the music box

waiting in the drive thru line at wendy's yesterday a little yellow spider dropped down on my windshield and started running across it. without thinking i turned on my windshield wipers and in a few seconds the spider was a little mushed ball in the middle of the glass. now you wouldn't think this was a big deal, but suddenly i'm haunted by the idea that inside that mushed-up ball of spider parts is a brain that is still alive. its spending its last few seconds wondering what happened to its eight legs and eight eyes. its pain and agony is unspeakable. its hatred towards me knows no bounds and mixed in, is the overwhelming feeling of injustice. what a fair fight. it bothered me so much i used half a gallon of window spray and tried to wipe it off with my wipers. with each swipe the little yellow ball lessoned, but i could not remove all traces of my crime. this morning i noticed a little yellow dot on my windshield. a remant of a frosty run gone wrong. 

to all the bedroom rockers out there. keep playing. keep pretending your on stage and people actually care what it is your doing. keep experimenting. there is never ending possibilities. change music. try the chord that doesn't fit or make up a new chord that does. give me hope for something better than the best i've heard. there is alternate tunings you could try. play with passion. write with wit. and never give up.
to all the bedroom rockers out there we look to you. save us from ourselves.


recommended mp3 - sam cooke - cupid

My old man always swore
that hell would have no flame
just a front row seat
to watch your true love
pack her things and drive away

david bazan

leave me nowhere far out of sight.
the road of life is nothing like a road at all its more like a forest. you think you know where your going but really you have no clue just all these endless choices and directions. once you've got there you really don't know if its home... its just some spot in these never ending woods. should you move on? should you call this place home? if it was a road you could at least tell if your moving in some kind of direction.
and so i just wander around in the woods watching people move in and out of my area, quietly hoping that theres someway i'll know where i'm supposed to be.

recommended mp3 jets to brazil - little light

Easter and me. Me and Easter. Easter and I. yeah that’s correct. We checked into the hotel late in the afternoon. One of those weird places with only one level (on the ground), and it’s always taking verbal abuse from the highway. I talked the guy at the counter down to twenty nine bucks. He seemed to like the haggle; he probably doesn’t get people like us very often. Our room was clean but smelled like stale cigarettes. Fine. Just somewhere to rest. I crashed on the bed and flipped channels for a while. Easter dumped all his stuff on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. After a while I found myself in that pleasant place between sleep and consciousness. I heard Easter leave the room and found myself thinking that I should go get him or at least watch him, but right about then my sleepy state seemed too sweet and I put it off. ‘he’ll be fine.’

After a while I awoke to a screaming tv. And a groggy head. The sun was starting to set and the room was much darker than I thought it should be. No Easter. I walked out of the room with no shoes or shirt hoping he hadn’t gone off too far. I didn’t have to walk much. On the little bit of grass in-between the office and the rest of the hotel, Easter was playing with a little girl in a sun dress. The sun was finding its way home; giving everything a golden tint. It was still hot though. I sat on the curb and lit a cigarette. I could tell Easter was really enjoying this time with his little friend. He acts so different with kids, like this light goes on in his messed up head. I wish he acted like that with me; it sure would make this trip easier. I could buy some toys like the ones he’s playing with now, but that’s just one more thing to pack and keep track of. After a while the girl’s mom came out and smiled at me. I introduced myself and Easter but he didn’t look up. She said her name was Jeanie and Sara was her daughter. She spoke in a southern accent that bordered a little on white trash. It didn’t matter though; it was the sweetest thing I heard since I left New York. She said Easter was just playing in the grass when they checked in and her daughter just walked right up and offered her toys. They had been playing like that for well over an hour. I smiled and was appreciative she didn’t think him a mentally deranged serial killer. She sat down next to me and we watched our little family; her beautiful daughter, my retarded brother, and a pink toy Volkswagen beetle.

recommended mp3 - dashboard confessional - jamie (weezer cover)

these days rush on. weeks turn into months and my life passes before my eyes. literally. i'll be halfway through my twentys soon. i try to slow down the days. i look for four leaf clovers and take naps on the trampoline. i read books under trees on nice days. i talk late into the night with good friends and bad coffee. and time goes faster yet. the harder i try to slow down the faster everything goes. trips slow things down. NYC awaits me patiently. i'm excited. but i can't mistake leaving for living. i've made that mistake before.

recommended mp3 - herman jolly - windless

when the lights go down and the curtain goes up
our hearts raced with anticipations
wow us. make us forget. make us feel.

there once was a family with two brothers.
the older was like his father. he achieved much throughout his life. the younger achieved little. the elder had speech team finals and business degrees. the younger had pills and alcohol. and all the townsfolk said 'why can't the younger be more like the older?' and the townsfolk said 'he's just wonderful.' after a long time both brothers passed away. shortly after many things were revealed about both brothers. somethings were shocking. somethings were devastating. the townsfolk talked for years about the hidden life of the older brother. there was much speculation as to why he did such bad things. noone suspected themselves, but then again noone ever does.

then the curtain closed for the last time, never to open again.
the actors retired to their homes, the audience seeped into the night.

please save your applause for the end of the show.

my resting hope lies with the one who changes night to day
my resting peace the same
my resting hope lies with the one who takes my sins away
my resting joy the same

recommended mp3 - gary jules - mad world

a good person is someone who hasn't been caught.

recommended mp3 - aimee mann and michael penn - reason to believe (springsteen cover)

i read death of a salesman today. its allright. freaked me out a little, thats usually a good thing. not that it was scary but its characters and story haunt you a little. thats great if you can do that to the reader. if i ever saw the play i probably wouldn't like it at all since i have everything set in my head. some questions though.
1. Who names there kids biff and happy? those are the worst names i've ever heard, no wonder they're total failures.
2. I guess that was my only question. Biff and Happy????

today's recommended mp3 - damien jurado - windows

i will wait along time for you. see the boxes in the corner there? there holding ribbons you wore in your hair. will you remember to drop a line? nothing changes all the time. i will wait so long for you. i've got my face against the window pane. crying the tears that get lost in rain.

i think just once, id like someone to save me.

He's by far the best salesman i've ever seen. His techniques are flawless, i've seen him crack the customer so many times its almost funny now. his pressure is subtle but demanding. you can't resist once he's used all his ploys. sometimes we laugh about it on the car ride back. He makes more in commission in a couple of sales than i do in a month. His wife and kids and house are beautiful. i would love to end up like him in a few of years.

on the way home yesterday his eye caught a pretty girl in a black dress. His neck strained to sustain the view. i watched the lines deepen on his face and neck. he looks at me looking at him and turns his attention back to the road. i can feel the tension for a while. He tried to break the ice by mentioning the girl. "Pretty, huh?" i didn't know what to say for a few seconds. If i would have known about the angry kids and strained marriage i would have shut my mouth. but instead i said "yeah, but aren't you married?" I immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say. the rest of the car drive home was silent. the tension was almost unbearable. when we arrived at corporate south he dropped me off at my car. before i got out he looked at some point in the horizon and said "the comfortable life ain't all its cracked up to be."

recommended mp3 - josh rouse - directions

i'm tired of snow and cold and my bones desire the warmer changes. the weather hints at the warmth to come. the old lady across the street lives everyday in her night gown. no need to change. i wonder if the winter is longer for her. i saw a squirrel this morning, i thought they hibernated but i guess this one got tired of it. it must be boring. i thought for a while what squirrels think about when they are all alone in their trees for months at a time so cold. i can't imagine a winter with no central heating or electric blankets. i look for robins and the color green. its been a long winter.

recommended mp3 - clem snide - messiah complex blues

once when i was ten my mom set up some deal where if me or my brother got ten "A" papers we could buy a five dollar toy at toy'r'us. i can't remember if i tried harder because of this or just kept on trying like i always tried. but eventually i got ten "A" papers and we went to toys'r'us. i bought a transformer that was a robot/car. it cost nine dollars. it was pretty awesome. you didn't have to do too much transforming or whatever, when the robot bent over it would just click in and become a car. you could wind it up and it would go. i loved the new toy smell. i played with it all day. about a week later i found it on the back of the toy shelf and i couldn't figure out why it i didn't like it as much. like something changed. all the fun was used up. the newness ended. i put it in the toy box where all the junky toys go and went to the neighbors to play with his wwf wrestling figures. he had the full ring. my friends' toys always stayed new.

recommended mp3 - zwan - settledown

nick drake sings softly over the whine of the engine. i've never seen a pink moon. i open the window and crank the volume. soft warm air blows in and around my car. the night is trying to tell me something but i can't be bothered to figure it out. i turn the music louder. the feeling and music permeate me further. all the lights are green and cars move out of my way. i watch the street lights reflect off the car. they move systematically down the hood and over my head. little blue houses whistle past. this is the night. the moon shines brighter further from the city. it grows stronger. sometimes i can feel its pull. the ocean never gets tired of its fruitless pursuit - and i can understand why. its a poem so epic and true...this place it is cursed with a beauty so great. i'm sure that its hard being you.

recommended mp3 - coolidge - trapped

not all who wander are lost. - j.r.r tolkien

recommended mp3 - california stars - jeff tweedy

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

recommended mp3 - aimee mann - wise up

at least my watch is right two times a day

recommended mp3 - long winters - carparts

and we waited.
its amazing that sometimes you can get a ride in less than a minute and other times it can take almost all day. today was just not good. the sky clouded over and threatened rain constantly. the cars were seldom and snobbish. i looked at easter. his hair was blowing in the wind and he looked off into the woods by the road. maybe it was a bad idea to try to do this. its always harder with two people. i don't know how well he would do if we waited all night. i feel barely in control.
so far so good though, weve made it to pennslyvania. i worry constantly. we might not make it. more cars pass us by not even slowing down as they pass. easter gets tired of standing and sits where the shoulder meets the grass. he starts picking pebbles up and putting them into his pocket. i wonder what he's thinking. or how he thinks. what on earth would you want rocks in your pockets for? i wondered what we looked like at 60 miles an hour. would i pick us up? probably not. i wondered if i was starting to smell now on the third day. two hours pass and its almost noon, easter is close to the woods now and catching grasshoppers. he tears their wings off. my arm and thumb are getting tired. what's wrong with this state? the clouds were looking even worse as noon passed us by. everynow and then i was almost sure i felt a drop. i just wasn't ready for this. not rain, not waiting, not worry. now what? easter asks if i have any watermelon. 'no.' i can't figure out why he would ask for such a random thing, but once i think about it i really would love a big piece of watermelon right now. cold just from the fridge... and that first bite is always the best. no seeds and so juicy right at the point. as you keep eating the flavor dies away with the color when you get close to the rhine. another couple of hours pass and we eat our little debbie snake cakes. the staple thus far on our journey. fudge rounds, zebra cakes, granola bars (extra nutrients) all for a quarter. cars just keep on passing never stopping. we find a soda can in the ditch and throw rocks at it. easter falls asleep when we get bored of this game... i'm always amazed at his sleeping position. sometimes i'm jealous that he can just fall asleep, it usually takes me hours. he sleeps face down on the grass for a couple of hours. when he wakes up he puts his pack on like we are going somewhere and looks down the road. i take a long look at him and then look where he's looking. down the road a white station wagon is speeding toward us. i put my thumb out. sure enough the guy slows down. he passes us because of his speed but stops just up the road. i jog down to him and after a bit of talk we are packing our bags in the back seat. as soon as we drive off the shoulder and accelerate down the road rain pours down on the car. the driver looks at me pushes his glasses back and says "perfect timing" i smile and look back at easter. he's already asleep leaning against his pack mouth open.

today's recommended mp3 - pedro the lion - i'm always the one who calls

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
-bob dylan

today's recommended mp3 - damien jurado - medication

building bridges between the cities of truths
sad simple chords
slightly out of tune b string echo's down dusty wooden stairs that creak painfully at night
my memories record
and ideas come and go like stories never told and minor chords can take you to the chorus
sad is my happy
and hope is my joy untold but it never feels right. it never felt right.



have you seen my drunken angel.

today's recommended mp3 - clem snide - my moment in the sun