I did not get to see Mxpx and I am pissed. But my car hit 10000 miles right when I got home.
Phantom Mountain: This is a music video created by Doug Savage of Savage Chickens to the tune of “Phantom Mountain” by Laura Viers.
Tecktonic: It’s a new dance craze straight outta Paris, France.
There’s a Myspace profile for Tecktonic (I think he’s a DJ or something), but it’s kinda freaky so I’ll spare you.
Update: BuzzFeed has a good collection of links related to Tecktonic (videos, news, et cetera).
There’s now a Wikipedia entry for Tecktonik.
It’s been 260 days.
Motion City Soundtrack - L.G. FUAD:
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I wanna know what it’s like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I’m addicted to words and they’re useless
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Sometimes I still want to go out and get slammed. Stephen King describes his alcoholism well in his book “On Writing.”
I had forgotten the trick of being straight–and out of shame.
Hemingway and Fitzgerald didn’t drink because they were creative, alienated, or morally weak. They drank because it’s what alkies are wired up to do. Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we’re puking in the gutter.
He writes of a friend:
“How much do you drink?” the counselor asked.
My friend looked at the counselor with disbelief. “All of it,” he said, as if that should have been self evident.
I can relate. As so kindly pointed out by generations of alcoholics and their kin, alcoholism doesn’t end when you put the bottle down. Now I’ve got to learn to put down the pizza, the television, the HIMYM and Scrubs, the music, the movies, the books, the news.
Heck, while I’m at it maybe I ought to deny myself, take up my cross, and follow him.
Artist: Alexi Murdoch
Song: Song For You
Album: Time Without Consequence
Lyrics (from SongMeanings)
So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know its hard to make it through
When you say there’s something wrong
So I’m trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tight
And I don’t know even where to start
Maybe that’s a start
Cause you know its a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you are hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name
And I see you
Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you won’t land
You think no one understands
No one understands
So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway you’re not here enough to care
And you’re so tired you don’t sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end
And it’s strange that you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry
Well maybe you should cry
And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands
And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
You’re standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move you
