Music is the Ultimate form of Love.

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:21:52 GMT

Besides the show, which went awesome, this weekend blew.
Sick,
Got into my first accident,
Got my first ticket,
Got my first shakedown, and car search,
Almost got my ass kicked, and threatened to be shot,
Bumper got fucked up by those parking stones,
and oh yeah, Cops are fucking DOUCHEBAGS.

goodnight

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dreamcatcher

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:21:04 GMT

I hate being tied down to set plans. I think that's why I try never to make them. Someone will wind up being let down sooner or later.
This whole weekend, me and my mother got along real well, and I liked it. It's good being able to joke around, and tell her things. I like talking to her more as a friend than a mother.
I can't wait to start recording new tune. Lately it seems that's all that's ever on my mind. My brain is a maze of melodies, tempos, beats, notes, harmonies, times.
My orchestra teacher asked me to play the accordion in the school play this year. Fiddler on the Roof. I'm so pumped, I just wish reading music for accordion was easier. I'm ready to work though.
Fuck jobs. I don't want to work, but I know I need to. I just want school to be over, I want to be able to put out a CD, I want a full band to play with live, and I CAN NOT wait to travel with Dr. Dog this summer.
I don't mind instrumental band, or just musically inclined bands, so long as their good. The way lyrics, and voices are perceived these days just makes me angry. Not that I'm saying they don't count, and are not good, and I don't like them. I just think that the music is the most important part of a song. Works out two ways. If you don't like the music, you turn off the song. And if you don't like the voice, you turn off the song. They're both equal when both included into a song, but than again, what's a voice without a melody, or riff thrown in? You have to be real good to pull it off. I'm picky, I know.
PICKY
Picky
picky
Got a new, bigger silkscreen, squeege, and some more supplies for more shirts. I'm pumped to make them. Anyone want to help me build a light box, to make the process easier? that'd be swell. I like the angle we're taking in doing it now though. It's fun, and even if it's not PRECISE, that's what makes it better.
Weekend turned out good, just weird. It was different not actually seeing John. I had a good time, but it was a little weird spending the ENTIRE weekend not seeing him. I don't want weekends like this to be a routine. I mean, a day/night hanging out with others is always great, but it's still just a little weird to me, not seeing my best friend/band member an entire weekend.
So many shows coming up that I'd like to go to. I plan to see the ones that are worth it. I'm pumped.
I haven't felt too well all day, and am probably going to sleep.
Oh, by the way. I believe in the magic of a 'DREAMCATCHER'

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:27:34 GMT

"Hey chubeless;

You got some crumbs in your whiskers."

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:33:28 GMT

So today I let my friend cut my hair afterschool in burntcat park.
She gave me a bowl cut with a rat-tail.

I like it.

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 23:40:21 GMT

Boyz II Men came to my school today.
They sang for the vocal and dance majors in the theater.
Damn do I wish I could have met them.
Pretty awesome anyway though.
That's TALENT.

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 06:02:39 GMT

I remember freshman year my teacher saw me walking to school on a cold morning, and asked if I wanted a ride the rest of the way. She drove me the rest of the way to school, and the whole way there I just thought about how in middle school I missed the bus after school one day. I asked all my teachers including principal if they would give me a lift back home, and from every one, their response was "no" because it would be a "conflict of interest." Middle school was DUMB.

Everytime I seem to roll my headphones up real quick, it always lines up perfectly, so I can tuck the jack neatly in between the wires. When I seem to do this slowly, and accurately, it never seems to line up. Coincidence? Coincidence.

I don't think things should necessarily be considered as a "lie". more like someone being convinced, and believing that person. It's their own fault for buying into it.

You know when people say music is a "universal language" they're right. I don't think anybody in human existence doesn't listen to music, or doesn't like some form of music. People find their peace with music, because well, they can relate to it. There's always one song, whether it be lyrical, or instrumental that people can relate to, and just love to hear. Lyrical, people relate to what this musician is singing about. The words they're singing reach out, and speak to this person, and than it clicks, because they feel like the song is about them, or describing what is happening. Instrumental, just gives people a jolt. They're hearing all the variations or music, and what's going on, all the different melodies, and all the different tempos, the beats. Music speaks to everybody in a way reality can't. That's why we some like to escape in this way.

How does music speak to you?

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 09:00:39 GMT

Sex sells, man.

Man sells sex.

I don't think I've ever seen a movie that hasn't had some type of love story, or sexual scene added in. When they say it, they mean it.

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 05:43:26 GMT

You know, usually when I eat candy, I suck on it. I suck the chocolate coating off, or suck the chocolate into a melt; I suck the sugary coating off; I suck it's soul out.
But tonight..
I just wanted to CHEW.
I wanted to CHEW
I wanted to CHEW
I WANTED TO CHEW.
Chew
CHew
CHEw
CHEW

I rambled, "afloat at sea".

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:45:54 GMT

For some reason, today, my body wouldn't let itself get out of bed.
All night, a single thought, running, running, running through my head. My body couldn't bare itself to move no matter how much I tried. My mind needed it's answer, or at least the thought of it's acceptable answer. 8:00 - still laying. Not tired, not lazy, but..STIFF. I budged, I itched, I teetered, and still I lay.
I've been awake for almost 48 hours, aside from a little nap in the car ride home. I can't bare myself to sleep, though I must REST.
My brother had assembled my bed back into my real bedroom. I spent all night cleaning, and re-arranging, and am still not happy. Tomorrow when I wake, I will do the same until I'm in my appropriate environment. Just a month and some change, until I can sleep; I cant REST here all night, every night.
I wrote them a letter, and gave them a present. I needed to express what's been going on, since I hadn't had talk...yes, TALK. with them in quite some time. I'm scared they won't even look me in the eye; and this was two weeks ago. I wasn't expecting anything back, or even a solid response, but I now feel back to the point of a stranger.
A boy at the park told me that I'm the kind of person everybody seems to like. He then continued to say, he's the opposite. It made me happy hearing that, because I like when I can make others happy. It didn't make me happy that he himself felt like a DOUCHEBAG.
I wasn't quiet on purpose. I guess just tired, which came to that short car-ride nap. I don't know anyone else who would pick me up, just to drop me off at home. I have a good friend. Am I a good friend?
My temper has been getting to me lately..it leaves me acting very hostile at times. I need to just...let things go, and be happy all the time. I remember when I was happy all the time. Those were pretty HAPPY-TIMES.
I remember I used to write a lot. Poetry, actually. I wonder why I stopped writing? I didn't really. I write everything down inside of my head. I like it better that way. I shut myself off from a lot of people, but it needs to be like that sometimes.

You know..as much as like the time to myself, the times when I'm completely alone..I always end off hugging my pillow when I fall asleep. My pillow is no one. But when I close my eyes, it's there.
I keep my blankie held over my heart, in between me and my pillow. It's my safest way to sleep.

By the way. I like to sleep on my stomach, on a flat surface, no pillow support for my dear ol' head. It keeps me afloat.
A-float.
Af-loat.
Aflo-at.
Afro-man.

Goodnight.

She's not so tough. She just smiles big.

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 09:43:27 GMT

I was told I might be kicked out of school for missing too many days...already?
24-invisible me. the rest?-aimlessly
It's never been so hard to write music. Scratch that. It's never been so hard to PLAY music.
I feel like during the week, I get so much inspiration.
I hear it, I see it, and I feel it; that all comes out in the end.
I love sitting down, and writing. Piecing together part by part, writing, recording, and playing. It's almost like it all flows out of me; unfortunately, it all awaits the approval of my ear drums, and my partners ear drums. If it's put aside now, it will be re-reimbursed later.
I wish somehow I mutated. I wish I grew 4 extra arms, just so all these creations could be played to their fullest. Not played back, but all upfront LIVE.
I hate feeling like it's a forced thing to have to practice, or record. I think the reasons I'm not in mind, moodwise to record; is that I want to play the already made songs instead. The feeling of practicing a creation is the most ful-filling, energetic, overall greatest feeling ever. I want so much to finish all these songs I have in my head. I want so much to finish what I start sooner than I do. I need to screw my head on straight.
Depending on people is just getting harder and harder. Everybody's so caught up in what's going on around them in present, that they completely blow off things made in past. I don't think it's possible for some to keep a straight promise anymore. Instead we're blown off, and told big elaborate stories as an excuse, or possible reason for being let down.
It all comes down to the 3-strike-rule eventually.

It's really starting to get to me how un-ful-filling people seem to act. What ever happened to the days when you'd call your friend to come over and "play". It wouldn't even matter what you did, just the fact that you both had someone to be with.
Now the whole phone call basically starts with a hello, and ends before you know it. I guess if you don't have something to do, or something that meets their standards, you're useless.
Honestly, I don't think I've changed all that much from when I was a little kid. I mean..hey, I'm a little taller, and wiser right? Well..taller that's for sure. But you know, before everybody knew what it was to be "bored", or before they all got into drugs, and their liquor, we could get together, and have a good time playing, throwing a ball back and forth in my living room.
Motor vehicles sure opened up a whole new persona of ideas, and things to do..but I was much happier without them.

You know, as a little kid, everything was so much easier, so much more ful-filling. We didn't think as much, and most importantly we weren't afraid.
We weren't afraid of the consequences; the outcomes; what to say.
It seems so much harder to express ones self now. Too much jibber jabber thrown into your mind, that before you wouldn't have thought twice of.
I don't know about the rest of you, but me, myself, I; tend to think way too much, but do speak my mind, my heart, and my soul. The way they'll perceive it is their own.
Where's all our innocence gone? and how can we claim it back?

I think one of the worst words of advice I've ever heard may have been from a real close friend of mine's parents. They said something along the lines of, "We've all got our own problems, and we've all got to deal with them ourselves." Of course I was told this because they believed I had been pinning my own on their son. I don't really believe that was the case.
Really, being a friend, if you think about it, makes two parts of you each a whole. Basically, you are a part of your friend, your friend is a part of you. A friend is your guideline, your escape to sanity. You don't make your problems his, and he doesn't make his yours; but rather your problems ARE his, and his problems ARE yours.
If you ask me, the term "friendship" is really going to shit nowadays. (sometimes)

I like my late hour walks. Walking around town with single company, talking, walking, listening, speaking. I can still feel our own innocence in those walks. It's the times when we don't have to think, or worry. It's the time when we ourselves are still 13.

Pigeon's Feet (The Beast Is Near)

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 01:17:48 GMT

Devil's Horns just finished a new tune! Check it out, and leave some love! Brother smizzteets Brandon Smith from Lemons Are Louder Than Rocks layed down some sweet finger exercises on the old squier percussion bass that's been rotting down here since yashar ebody left it here two years ago. It's equip with rusted strings, and a sweet avenged sevenfold sticker. The quality is outstanding!!

http://www.myspace.com/thedevilshornskillthematador
OR
http://www.purevolume.com/thedevilshornskillthematador

THE BEAST IS NEAR.

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:12:44 GMT

It was weird showing up, to spend an hour outside with everyone smoking cigarettes and really feeling like no one even really gave the whole situation a thought. It seemed as though everyone was just there to really get it over with. Meeting people I've already met before but hadn't remembered, since I haven't seen them since I was a baby was honestly...nice. It was a closed casket, so everybody who didn't smoke was inside, talking, exchanging their greetings. From time to time, people from inside would come out, and visa versa. It was awkward seeing family I didn't even really feel related too, and hadn't seen in years. I didn't talk much, but only when someone would come up to me. I learned a ton of stuff I've never known before about my father, and that side of the family, and it kind of all gave me a good laugh. No tears, no really talking about the scenario, but more of the expected "sorry's", and I guess pity for the loss. Everyone seemed happy, and having a good time. It was weird seeing a smoking bar, but I guess expected since it was so deep inside of the city. Not everything's changed. This side of the family I've never known about before, is completely fucked up..and I actually really like it. I know I'm never really going to become apart of it, but I'm glad I have the few people I do from that side. I liked it better than rather having everyone be depressed. I'd rather jokes be cracked, and smiles, and almost a "good feeling" about a passing. Of course I felt bad that everyone sort of didn't seem to care, and me myself thinking about other things during this ceremony, but I'm glad it turned out this way.

My sleep pattern is completely thrown off yet again.
I need to kick my bad habit(s), and stop altogether.
I need to take better care of myself, as well as health.
I should be playing music way more than I do, and get my sleep back on track.
Show tomorrow, new song almost done, band going well, friendship going well.
Home, brother's back, mom doing...better, friendships going...better.
Inspiration higher than ever. I seem to get inspired by many things these days, and I wish I could express everything. It's so hard to sometimes though, but I guess I'm getting my own message out.
I need a job. I've been looking for a very long time, still no luck. Hopefully when I'm back in the city I'll find something.
I want to get into a studio and get these songs up the the level they SHOULD be at. I need the money first, and John needs the time.
Finally finished my book. Plan to do a lot more reading.
Do not what-so-ever want school to start. I want to be home forever.
I want to play more shows, get the music out there somehow. I'm trying, and will continue to.
Need Lauren, as well as many other things in some up-coming tunes.
Need to find GOOD musicians to help out, than want to, which could possibly be one of the toughest tasks to do right now.
Oh so much, and so much more. I need sleep.
...at least the man came home for the funeral, although he did leave shortly after. He's not completely heartless, and honestly...not too bad of a guy. We all just need to lighted up.

Bitchin'

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:54:57 GMT

New song, and shows up from my band.
Go check us out, and listen to us.

http://www.myspace.com/thedevilshornskillthematador

Suck my toes.

Wed, 23 May 2007 00:24:18 GMT

"First, what you have to do is escape from inside a locked insane asylum. Then you have to hitchhike cross-country, wearing nothing but plastic booties and a paper getup that won't stay shut in the back. You need to arrive about a heartbeat too late to keep a repeat child-molester from raping your wife. And your mother. Spawned out of that rape, you have to raise up a son who collects a wagonful of folks' old, thrown-out teeth. After high school, your wacko kid got's to run off, and join some cult that lives only by night. Wreck his car, a half a hundred times, and hook up with some kind-of, sort-of, not-really prostitute.
Along the way, your kid got's to spark a plague that'll kill thousands of people, enough folks so that it leads to martial law, and threatens to topple world leaders. And, lastly, your boy got's to die in a big, flaming, fiery inferno, watched by everybody in the world with a television set. Simple as that."

Anyway, The Devil's Horns played a show over at Sam Ash this past Saturday. Ask John for the details on that, because I am a bad story teller.
We've got another show this Friday up in Philly at Masterman High School.
Plans for summer still remain unknown, but I will be sticking to the plan me and John made to play at least one show a week, if not more.
Making music is such a long, and sometimes tough process, but it's the best feeling in the world. We have been creating more and more, and hopefully will have some new stuff up soon.
I wish I were home more.
I wish I knew what home was.

New tune

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 23:05:01 GMT

New song up.
Check it out.

http://www.myspace.com/thedevilshornskillthematador

Tin Can Sailor

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 04:31:17 GMT

This weekend was awesome.
-Took the train to Camden on Friday, to visit my Poppy, who is doing a lot better.
-Hung out with John, Keith, Greg, Alex, and Andy for a short while that night.
-Saturday I streaked across the little school's basketball court during Alex, Greg, Keith, Andy, and Ken's game, which I plan to do again this Tuesday.
-Played an AWESOME show later that night with Keith, John, Andy, and Alex, and their other band members.
-Got a chance to hangout with Keith today, which was a very good time. Then later joined up with Alex, and Greg.
-Hands have been burning from playing so much this past week, and I love the feeling.
-Can't wait to finish recording the new Devil's Horns song, and start practicing for some future gigs with our sister band(s).
-Hoping to have a bitchin' week to follow up on such a great weekend.
-It was good seeing everyone again.

Things are very good; very good indeed.

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 21:45:43 GMT

So, word is that Rage Against The Machine is doing a reunion show.
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/music/la-et-coachella22jan22,1,6747076.story?track=rss&ctrack=1&cset=true

The only unfortunate part is it's in CA.
All these good re-union shows of bands always have to be so far away.

So, who wants to hi-jack a plane with me, and fly across the country?

SELF CONSTRUCTION.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 06:19:59 GMT

Well, the plan is..
-get all supplies needed.
-find location.
-construct plan for tree fort.
-build it.
-purchase space heater.
-install bathroom.
-steal electricity.
-finalize with all supplies, and everything else necessary.

ATTENTION: JOHN RITCHIE

Who wants to have the privilege of being our roommate(s)?

It
Will be
THE BEST
thing
You will
ever
Imagine.

I'm going to to make many incisions
all over my body, and what I'm going to do is..
take every bodily fluid I posses
and make one big splatter painting.
Finished result - TASTY.
Oh what a work of art it will be.

Oh boy do I have a lot to say.
But my mouth will only speak when it's asked.
JABBER, JABBER, JABBER.

Wouldn't it be great if Lima beans grew on trees?
Also
I wonder what kind of fit the world would go into if they stopped producing tobacco?
Also
I think that everyone should enjoy a nice cold breeze on their face ever once in a while.

Check it out!

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 22:59:26 GMT

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Give feedback!

You can't keep a secret, if it never was a secret to start.

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:43:51 GMT

I could be seeing Pretty Girls Make Graves right now..
But I'm stuck here making a 3D replica of a cell.
Eh, whatever.

MAKING MUSIC ALL WEEKEND.
THUMBS UP DUDE!

Let's make some sweet tunes!
I'm glad that I talked to my friends this week.
It was a long time over-due.

HOT DAMN.

My dad's an idiot.
He's gone until Saturday, so I have the apartment to myself.
But..he left a corner of the stove on low (Dumbass)
and I went to make dinner, and didn't know it was on, and moved some basket over to the middle of the stove, and waiting for my dinner to finish, I went into my room. and the whole apartment filled with smoke, and I went into the kitchen, and the basket, and two towels were up in flames, so I threw them into the sink, Opened all the window, (turned off the stove of course), and put on a fan. My eyes, and lungs were/are burning like crazy.
Thanks for almost killing me oh father of mine!
It's alright though. We're actually getting along now, and me and my mom are on better terms then ever.
I'm not afraid to say anything to them anymore, ever since a few weeks ago.
It's nice.
Things as of now are pretty fantastic.
Thanksgiving, time to eat my weight in delicious food with my mom, poppy, brother, and cousins.
Christmas..don't know what to expect.
Dad's birthday's tommorow.
I got him a CD. haha.
School's wonderful.
LIFE is wonderful..

I sometimes wish I was a cloud.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:59:22 GMT

EDIT.

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 19:21:28 GMT

Well..
Fuck you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and you.

Oh yeah, and..you.

Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 03:05:58 GMT

Holy shit.
Jenny Lewis could possibly be the most incredible woman ever.
That show tonight was nothing short of spectacular and perfect.
That entire band is genious, and their music is just plain beautiful.
I really hope to create things that wonderful with this up-coming band.
First we need to have a FULL practice, and we're set.
I have such high hopes for this.

Minus The Bear on Friday. I'm pumped.

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 04:14:43 GMT

HOLY SHIT.

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 04:21:38 GMT

Regina Spektor is probably the most talented woman on the face of this earth.

Enough said.