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    Saturday, May 24th, 2008
    10:57 pm
    Chloe Puff?
    I just played 89 shows in a row. Fuck.

    More to come.
    Friday, March 28th, 2008
    11:51 pm
    There's always a price to pay.
    After 2 1/2 months straight of almost nightly shows, I am now stranded in California for three weeks for a few scattered shows, with a pile of schoolwork to complete. But at least they're letting me graduate.

    I'm starting to really feel the effects of what happens when you are gone for a year, more or less, from what they call "normal life". Every one of my old friends are moving on with their lives, and building things i'm not there to see or even be a part of. For the most part, though, what I miss in Louisville doesn't exist anymore (people moved away, the "scene" is gone, no real activisty stuff happening, bands broke up, no hanging out in the park, parties not happening, people wrapped up in stupid drugs) I wouldn't call it homesick, because that home isn't there anymore, at least not how it was. I would have to have a home to go back to to be really homesick. But I really don't think there's much there for me anymore. I guess we'll see when all this craziness is through. I think I even miss people I barely knew, or didn't even like me. I even miss people from middle school and shit like that. It gets lonely out here, but every freedom has its price. Fuck it.

    I ran into Terry Campbell from Christiansen/Your Highness and all that on the street in Hollywood totally at random. Like, astronomically insane that we could run into each other. He's in a bunch of crazy bands that are all awesome and active. I felt like in our conversation we shared that kinship of an adventurous spirit but kinda missing home but glad we're doing what we're doing. Still, how insane. Life has been full of occurrences like that lately.

    I have continued my slow descent back into comic book reading on this tour. Preacher is fucking unbelievable. I reccomend it highly. I've been using the aimless hours on the road to try and teach myself some useful skills, as well. I've taught myself to play mandolin over the past month. I've also learned to be less of a dick. Fuck, this has been a great year. But sometimes I miss how it used to be. Too bad memory is always better than what actually happened.
    Monday, March 24th, 2008
    3:20 pm
    They were all in love with dying and they were doing it in Texas.
    Austin, TX, March 14th, around noon: We were invited to a party on the roof of a parking garage during South By Southwest, a unnecessarily huge music festival curated by and for the music industry. The party was much too hip for us, indeed we half-joked that we felt like at any moment the fashion police would escort us out by our ears. We found our way onto the roof, where hundreds of hipsters were drinking cocktails at lunchtime. I stood in line for a drink, and after getting it, i drifted towards the pools. I sat down, and to my left was a girl who had a tattoo on the back of her neck, talking to a friend. It read, "Find my way into that lovely garden". I never looked her in the face, just stared at that tattoo for minutes. Eventually, she and her friend left, but I haven't been able to forget her or her tattoo.

    The rest of SXSW, after realizing that it's once big song-and-dance for the remains of the corporate music establishment: i saw Jarboe play for twenty people, Tilly and the Wall, World/Inferno Friendship Society, Unsane, Fucked Up, Killer Whales (in a secret backyard party we stumbled upon), walked so fucking much it still hurts, got high on music for the first time in weeks, met, talked, hung out, secret parties, playing music until dawn, cokehead mansions outside of town, the secret purple pants trade, fake scotsmen... it was a good weekend. I can see why people enjoy it, even if it's just one big blow job.

    People sure do a whole lot of cocaine these days. Oh yeah, Louisville - heroin? Are you fucking serious?

    We're on tour with Portugal. The Man now - i really wish this tour wasn't just the west coast, because the caliber of music is so fucking high. I'm proud of us, but mostly proud of PTM and Wild Orchid Children for being fucking unbelievably good. kids snuck me into the dining hall at their college yesterday, which turned out to be a vegan buffet.... Then I found a crystal ball and told people's fortunes.

    Gold Stars to all.
    Friday, February 15th, 2008
    9:00 pm
    Maybe forever is overrated.
    An old man makes his final move before he passes on, rousing ghosts older than all of us. I'm not sure how to reply, or if there's truly no race and it's all in my head, all dirty rainbows and suspicion. Inseminated by another. A dying man's request is powerful with guilt manipulation.

    Meanwhile, a truck full of choices crosses Sore Finger Road.
    Pink mountains at sunset in Boise, and breast-blushing in the Hollywood hills. Entering any west coast city at sunset seems magical to me for some reason. It feels like i've reached my destination.
    Fourteen hours in the desert, doing 90+ and listening to Bikini Kill at unscrupulous volumes.
    Snowball fights on cliffs in Idaho.
    I won't forgive you, even in thge green hills of central California. Does that make me a bad person?
    San Francisco: truly magical, or just another white liberal la-la land? The biggest of the insular college towns, a megachurch version of Bloomington or Olympia? One way or another, there's nothing like seeing live mariachi in the Mission. The also have the best thrift stores ever. It was a good day.

    Dan quit Karate High School unexpectedly, so I'm filling in for the next couple of shows. It should be a lot of fun.
    Monday, February 11th, 2008
    10:46 pm
    Santa Monica
    I've spent all afternoon and evening watching frat dudes with hookers go in and out of this cheap beach motel. Life is good.

    I hurt my foot in Austin real bad. I still can't walk very well. It's getting better though. I'm about to drive all night through the desert with Jessica to get my backpack from Phoenix. My life just gets weirder and weirder.
    Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
    7:55 pm
    Fuck bands
    Semi-Bimonthly Musical Truth of the Day: That Finger Eleven song on the radio (you know, the semi-dancey one that people cite as how they've gotten good or something) sounds like Nickelback playing the theme song from the Muppet Show. The indie-disco 2-4 hi-hat shuffle beat that nobody can avoid has now seeped into nu-metal. Gross.

    Bonus Truth: the new Foxy Shazam album sounds like "Panic! at the Disco with a piano".
    2:40 pm
    The devil's in the details.
    Another Florida afternoon spent drinking tea, sweating, and worrying about the government. It's strange how this feels more like real life than when i'm "home", whatever that means anymore.

    Cities so far: Charlottesville is like a really clean version of Louisville. The downtown mall makes me feel like i'm in the opening sequence of a romantic comedy. There is a vampiric darkness about all the bigger cities in Virginia (some man in a kilt handed me a photocopied manuscript i still haven't gotten around to reading), but somehow this one also managed to spawn the Dave Matthews Band. I wanted to go to an all night noise show I heard about, but the cold was making me feel like shit so i slept.

    I think I have grown up a lot in the past few years, but I still get a thrill when bad stuff happens to people I don't like. Beyond that, I do debate the ethics of knowing something bad is going to happen to someone but choosing not to say anything. Still, I might have warned you had you not fucked up so bad. Sorry, but guess what happens when you put your faith in a lover instead of your own destiny: You both lose.

    I think I am actually crazy. But at least I realize this fact. I have been meeting a lot of interesting people lately. I am now sitting in Ybor City, in the outdoor mall, taking/guessing at tests that I am entirely unprepared for and making C's. Internet school is a joke. I can't believe I'll have a degree in May, this is ridiculous.
    Sunday, January 20th, 2008
    2:18 pm
    You used to visit in dreams to keep me company
    Briefly: The holiday season was depressing but ultimately wonderful. I'll write more about it at some point. I reconnected with a lot of people who i haven't seen in years and rid myself of some more recent human acquirements and felt just peachy about it. It was enjoyable. Louisville is sweet when you're only there two or three months a year.

    I'm on a tour that will last until late May. I'm sure you can find the dates somewhere, and if you're reading this, chances are I like you enough to find a way to get you in for free, so show up.

    I'm actually graduating from college in the spring.

    This summer: LOUISVILLE SUMMER. Start making plans now.

    Love.

    Daisy
    Thursday, December 13th, 2007
    12:30 am
    This may take the cake.
    Snagged from williambenton. (I don't know how to do the link.)

    1.) Go to Wikipedia and select "random search"; the first one will be your band name.
    2.) Random again, and this will be your album name.
    3.) Do it 15 more times to get your track listing.


    Band name: Percival's Trident Bat
    Album name: "Charles V, Duke of Lorraine"

    Track listing:
    1.) The Curse of Singapore Sling
    2.) The Phantom
    3.) Perez Companc
    4.) List of Mexican architects
    5.) Alternate versions of Magneto
    6.) HMS Collingwood
    7.) Joe Satriani
    8.) François Leperlier
    9.) Montenerodomo
    10.) Bjärv
    11.) 1988 NBA Draft
    12.) Personal Information Protection and Electronic Documents Act
    13.) Kaloskopi
    14.) Access programme
    15.) 2007 World Weightlifting Championships - Men's 62 kg

    Next, we take this a step farther and actually form these bands and make these records.
    Sunday, December 9th, 2007
    11:10 am
    Born.
    I knew there was a reason I looked for a long time last night at that beat-up Sunn Coliseum bass head last night as I put in back in its case after the last show of a long year of shows (110, to be exact). It was just after midnight and we had just got done playing in Michigan. It was the least damaged piece of equipment, as I had speared the floor tom with my bass (sending the tuners flying in all directions) and shoved my cabinet off the side of the stage during the performance. Why was I fixating on the most mundane and unhurt of my gear? I thought about hopefully not dying in the snow and the ice on the way home. Today, It makes sense. Sorry, I forgot it was your birthday. Thanks for letting me borrow the head. I miss you.
    Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
    4:44 am
    Ghost dance
    The first snow is falling where I am. It's lovely.

    The tour that just ended was great -- loads of fun, great people, old friends, everything I love about travelling. I'm starting to feel like FS is "my" band now, as i've emerged from my post-Ayin broken musical heart and started to take a more decisive role in the band. Also, we're starting to pass from amusing to really fucking good. I'm killing time at an undisclosed location at the moment. I felt like I needed a few days alone to decompress before returning to Kentucky. It gets old being in a van with 6 or 7 people for four straight months.

    All of a sudden, I started missing everyone and everything. Sometimes I feel like I never enjoy anything enough while I'm going through it, only in retrospect. Which means I should relish this predawn midwestern cold and snow while I can. I have been in 45 states this year.. that's insane. (does anyone want to try and hit the last five with me before december's over?)

    That girl I liked a lot fell in love with some chump while I was on tour and they're getting married on Christmas day. Well, that was quick. And people wonder why I don't fucking bother anymore.

    Nights don't get much more quiet and lonely than this. Quiet, lonely, but beautiful.
    Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
    5:17 am
    Feminine rhyme
    The real problem being that she was as consistently inconsistent, spiritually volatile and emotionally promiscuous as I, if not more. I won't make the same mistake twice. If only there were more people like me, this wouldn't be so difficult.

    Ghosts at the bottom of bottles. Unexplained occurences at 7 am. The questions you answered, and the ones you didn't. How there's no reason to be afraid, because the worst thing that could happen is that you suffer horribly and die, which will happen regardless. Any situation has it's worst case, and I think i'm old enough to handle it. When I visualise the amount of alcohol that has passed through my body in my lifetime, we're talking a decent sized swimming pool of whiskey. It's prostitution if you're paying for it no matter what, right? What's the real difference between paying a hooker to fuck you and paying to have th permission to enjoy yourself? I was originally trying to open another way back to narnia, but draining all of them has revealed no such doorway, and in fact has just become another social ritual that you're weak enough to need to rely on. I think that there are some more interesting adventures ahead of me, and I can set this bottle down indefinitely.

    I can't even remember what I was so afraid of anymore.
    Tuesday, November 20th, 2007
    6:53 pm
    Lightening up
    Last night, I washed my hair for the first time since August or so. The water ran almost black out of my hair down to the shower floor, taking with it all the liquor sweats and dirty magic of this strange, strange season.

    Fuck all of you squares, it was beautiful.
    Monday, November 19th, 2007
    2:31 pm
    When listening to truckers bitch about homeless people in North Carolina feels like home
    I only really feel awake in the American South. Maybe it's something about the altitude.

    If you think about it, we're all reporters looking for slants on our own lives, digging up facts, putting our own spin or bias on what may or may not have happened and presenting it as fact. The only real difference between the truth and a lie is that one happened objectively; sometimes I doubt whether you can prove that or how much it actually matters. We're all just cravinv sensationalistic garbage and gossip column, sound-bite compilations of factoids in "getting to know each other" and that's the evidence we hold each other's persoalities to. A dossier, a press pack, a list of unchecked facts that someone else lazily and innacurately put together. We're all reporters.

    We move in undectectable circles at the speed of sound.
    Monday, November 12th, 2007
    7:26 pm
    No, it's not amazing that the scum should rise to the surface. Obviously, the top is no palce to be.
    Hey Louisville, that was rad. Let's do it again real soon. I'm glad we understand where we're both at a little better. It scares me when I suddenly change, like various habits and patterns have recently. It makes me feel like everything inside of me is on some egg timer and it's worthless to try.

    Outside of a northern bar: They kicked me out because I snuck in. Understandable, but still, fuck them. I waited until my friends were done out in the cold. As the audience spilled out, i engaged a girl in a sharpie fight (in which we used sharpies as knives and attacked each other) and she said "it's no fair, you're covered up". So i removed most of my clothing in the freezing cold and we attacked each other for about 10 minutes, to the amusement of the crowd around us. Eventually, some boring hipster broad bartender made us stop, we were ruining her outside-of-show gossip fest. Of course, we continued until the staff removed us. Fucking losers.
    Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
    12:36 am
    She came crashing.
    Music videos weren't any more functional in 1995, but they sure were a lot weirder. Has anyone watched "Loser" by Beck in the last 10 years? What the hell is that shit? It sucks that rock has gotten somehow more self-conscious in the last decade.

    Not So Daily Musical Truth: That new My Chemical Romance song on the radio (I think it's called "Teenagers") sounds so much like Achy Breaky Heart it's not funny.

    The Cranberries are so fucking good. So are Ink and Dagger. I don't think i've been alone for more than a few minutes in two months, i'm relishing this.
    Sunday, October 7th, 2007
    4:07 am
    Abortion stops a beating.
    The Kansas sunrise spread like a hideous bruise across the sky. We were at a truckstop in Oakley or Hays or some shit where I incidentally had been five years before. I watched Anna Collins shoplift a really awesome belt buckle, which i subsequently stole from her and kept for years after. I started driving, trying to make up lost time in vain, as we were still 14 hours away and it was 6 am..
    Western Kansas has some of the most bizarre signs (such as the title of this entry) and attractions (such as the telephone museum) but as far as i can tell, virtually no people. I'd really like to spend some time in deep exploration of Kansas' back roads and history. It seems almost every town i passed had a sign that identifies it as the hometown of some random senile politician or astronaut or sports person. This is done almost in the same fashion as parents saving their kids' trophies and keeping newspaper clippings. It's not so much bragging or attention-grubbing (who gives a fuck about Bob Dole?) but it seems done out of a genuine sense of pride, not vicariousness. As if the people of these cities are truly proud. Kansas also has a lot of doughy, friendly, grandfatherly types who smile and wave even if you have a stupid haircut. People walk way slower, too. Kansas: Old, docile and friendly. I think I need to explore it at some point. What a fucking weird place.
    Thursday, October 4th, 2007
    1:26 pm
    Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough.
    The West is just like the east but the sun comes up later so i don't feel as lazy. On my scedule, I wake up at like 9 am here. Sweet, i don't look like a total slacker. Southern California is definitely superior to Northern, with the exception of Los Angeles. It's a shithole, but definitely a shithole that I am perplexed by. I am right now on the mythical Sunset Strip, drinking coffee and watching the metal has-beens stroll by. This place is having a heyday with the whole shitty metal revival of the past few years. I think the people here at hair-metal central think that it validates them or sometihng... ugh. Metal is still stupid. Has anyone else noticed that all vestige of intelligence or conscience in music or musicians has become unfashionable in the last few years? Even on an underground level, everyone drinks a lot and likes boobies and doesn't think about anything else. What happened?

    Anyways, i had a point to make. The thing is, I like waking up sweating and breathless on a sidestreet in Los Angeles, maybe thirty feet away from where River Phoenix died. I like how my dreams are possesed by my reality and my reality is haunted by my dreams. I like exploring abandoned porperty. I like drinking until the sun comes up in the desert with friends who really understand when you let it all out and let it go. I like playing to empty rooms, i like the people you met at gas stations on anonymous stretches of highway in the middle of the night. I like dealing with people that are somehow more impulsive than me. I like invoking curses. I like when people have sex against the tinted windows of the van while i read a newspaper, less than a foot away. I like sleeping on the beach, or on a van seat, or a floor, or the pavement. I like staring at the churning ocean in the middle of the night from a perch of rocks. This isn't supposed to still feel good, but it does. Six months in, and i'm just begging for more. I've solved more problems in six months than in six years. This is really what I want to do, where i want to be. I don't think i need to "do" anything about it.

    Dear Louisville: I'll be home in a few days. But check it out: We haven't hung out in a while. I think we need to get to know each other again, because it's been a while, and i think we've both changed a lot. There's some of you that i haven't had a real conversation with since i was in high school. If this is going to be "home", whatever that means, then things are going to have to change. I'm sick of being judged by things i did when I was 18 or 19 years old. I used to not give a shit, but i have come to realize that it can cost me dearly. I'd like to spend the next month just hanging out while i build up my $$$ reserve, and getting to know each other again. It's probably about time.

    Thx to Jessica W. for braving the desert last night to hang out. I love you.
    Thursday, September 20th, 2007
    12:19 pm
    we kept a candle burning for you, and it set our house on fire
    Last night I pulled a muscle in my neck while playing and it felt like tiny people were pulling my shoulders apart. (angel on the shoulder?) I laid in the van in pain for hours, watching Weeds on somebody's ipod, getting bored with that and staring out the window at the stars. I built a blanket fort in the van around our seat so i can at least feel like i'm alone sometimes... I finally started massaging the part of my neck that hurt with one hand, and thought about your hands and how your feelings come through your fingers from your heart and how i don't think i ever wanted a back massage so bad, ever in my life. Not needed, because i can live with pain on my own, and live through it and not wince. i don't need anyone else, i am as made of steel as i can be fragile. I didn't need to feel trapped by need because it wasn't actually there. However, I did feel my body and mind dually lit up and torched by the smoldering-ember glow of inexhaustible desire.
    Monday, September 17th, 2007
    7:01 pm
    you and me and the bottom of the ocean
    Florida: I sweated, got broke, my heart broke, my water broke, I slept, shows got cancelled, we swam in a beautiful cold spring, drank contraband whiskey, soon Sarah will be here to pick me up.
    Then we head west, for the second time in a month. I've watched the eastern part of the country go by this time and didn't notice it, for once. This feels way more normal as it should, as i have now officially spent more of this year travelling than not. I stepped out of the van yesterday, and realized I had just been riding for 12 hours straight. I didn't notice. Standing still seems to be the problem now, if you want to call it a problem. Despite complications and afterbirth, I'm happier than i've been in years.
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