Too busy not doing ANYTHING!

Just waiting for my SF trip. . .

All the UGLY and dismissive business people I wait on are bringing me down.

I have stories, I have exciting stories of tits, drugs and fights. . . I just can't get into it right now.

Also, watching the Wire pretty hardcore, been feeling a bit gangster, a bit copper.

Here's a great clip from the Love is All show in NY. The place was packed, but the only people letting loose were me and this random girl. We danced together in the front like 15 year olds.



This is a great song!

BEST NEW YORK EVER!

The weather is PERFECT!

The last 10 times I've come here, there's always rain or cold or bad vibes. Right now I'm experiencing a NY that makes sense! Maybe it's the transition from the ultra-hick local I chose to marinate in, or this city is finally showing me what the fuck is UP!

Since we stay on 8th ave at W. 12th, all I want to do is sit on the sidewalk and watch folks go by. This is seriously one of the most interesting juxtapostions of humanity and I'm finding inspiration from within myself. . .that never happens.

Today, we got to La Guardia at 10a, got the rental car and went straight to Jones Beach. My body is on fire and I'm fine with it.

Oh my god. One time at Lazy Bear, Randy Walker got so sunburnt, but the inflaps of his fat rolls didn't! The pattern left on his ample body were these sparse bright bright red stripes and he looked soo fucking scary. Bitch also drank vodka violently out of pig troughs and became the nastiest lil' cunt ever!

Luckly, she's one of my favorite people in the world.

Right in front of my face and I just cannot hide it!!

I'm getting proper restitution this week. Escaping the fascist weather patterns and reckless driver set here in KY for totally different versions of both in NYC.
My brain is spinning on a punk rock axis, I've missed so many good shows since moving here and my patience is being rewarded twice this weekend.
Thursday night I get to see Love is All at the Cakeshop in the Lower East Side. Love is All is my favorite new music band that plays derivative disco-punk-James Chance-No Wave-we thought it should of stopped with Erase Errata-type shit. . .
They are from Sweden(which is all too common these days), they're fucking really talented and their holler girl, Josephine, has unlimited energy and a crackle pop voice peerless in our day.
Cakeshop is super small, too. The intimacy levels are through the roof there. We DJd QXBXRX there when Partyline DC played and I would accidently sodomize people just trying to get a drink.

myspace.com/loveisall8

Friday night, we get to go see Teenage Jesus and the Jerks at some club on Manhattan
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks is one of my favorite older music bands that plays totally destroyed No Wave-noise type shit and they've actually been deemed the band that MURDERED rock n' roll. Their holler woman is Lydia Lunch and if you don't know who she is. . . well, you're tired.
They're the kind of band that upon first listen everything glowed black and I screamed, "THERE IT IS! I FOUND IT! THE SOUND I'VE WANTED TO HEAR MY WHOLE LIFE!"
"Orphans" has locked itself into a top position for "Best songs of ALL TIME". Yet, it is kind of beyond a song. . .
This is a one-time only reunion show for the release of that new NY NO WAVE book. I guess Thurston Moore is playing bass in the band, too. Good for her.

myspace.com/teenagejesusandthejerks

This is also my birthday weekend, so you can donate any amount of money in MY name to the charity of your choice.

Oh, and I'm pretty much walking again, but I'm gonna miss my little percocet friends. They were really good to me.

HEY! IT ONLY GETS BETTER!!!

Yesterday, I was crossing the street, in a crosswalk with my 'go' light and BOOM! a fucking F150 shit truck hits me from behind and sweeps me off my feet and slams me to the ground. SO AWESOME!!! All I have is a really bad sprained ankle and a banged up body, but I'm soooooo pissed off at my luck right now. I spent my whole life not getting hit by cars, now in one month, I endure two really gnarly experiences where cars come right at me and take me out. DOUBLE EWWW TEEEEE EFFFFF
Now, I'm out of commission for a few weeks, I can still go to SF, I'll be good by then, but I can't work and all I have are these PERCOCETS to keep me company.
Expect some blogs. . .
Especially coz the mrs. and I are going to see TEenage Jesus and the JErks in NY next weekend. Who knows, I'll probably get run over by a plane by then.