Today in reverse

-wrote the second half of a song

-tried to learn “Anyone Else But You” (Moldy Peaches song from Juno) on guitar, but was too shy to sing in this small apartment where I knew my roommate would be able to hear me.  Don’t worry, this weekend I move to a place big enough that I will sing unabashedly.

-Watched The Bourne Ultimatum, which I just got from Netflix.  It’s the same type of gig as the first movie, if you’re into that.  Good stuff for an action movie.  I wish Doomsday, which I saw a few weeks ago, had learned more lessons from this; Doomsday slowed down too much and I realized all the reasons it was ridiculous while watching it instead of later.

-Tried to fingerpick something out on guitar, but looking for an apartment has kept me too busy to practice, and I can’t play consistently.  More practice!

-Shaved the bear cub off that had been growing on my face for two weeks.

-wrote the first half of a song, but not the one mentioned above

-went to the library, returned Luc Sante’s Lowlife 3 days late and only half-read, checked out The Best of Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, and 3 cds of groups that mix old time forms with modern songwriting, and share members: Uncle Earl’s She Waits For Night, The Duhks‘ Your Daughters & Your Sons,  and Abigail Washburn’s Song of the Traveling Daughter.

-work.  bleah.

Virtual Reality

I was just using Google Maps Street View and got worried I’d be hit by a bus when I advanced the view into an intersection.

Two shows I’m looking forward to: Kaki King and The Felice Brothers

I just bought tickets to these shows – and you should too!

Kaki King – April 9 – She has quickly rocketed to the top of my favorite musicians.  Tickets are $15, which becomes $22-ish via ticketmaster

The Felice Brothers – April 12 – this one will probably sell out.  Tickets are $13, which becomes $20 online via ticketmaster, but it’ll be worth it.

both shows at the Bowery Ballroom 

Let me know if you’re going to either one!

summer is coming

miraculously

i found myself in the state

that adulthood cries to recapture

young and dumb and confident

that perfect punk i thought i was

when i was seventeen

and everything in the world

belonged to me

(or nothing).

[make no mistake, this is about making yourself / after being sick all week...maybe it was the cold medicine...our office oddly crowded with bodies all day...then they left, and i turned to put music on...later it struck me, that's when that feeling began. perfectly summed up by the universe, later...at the shopping center bathroom, I turned to leave the stall...and there on the floor, a perfect magic safety pin...the exact size I used to pin through my shirt...right above my nipple...when I was that perfect punk, unawares]

dreadfully ill, still looking for a place

the title says it all.