DEAD EYE IS ALIVE

LAMENT #2

2009-02-22T12:26:00.000-08:00

When we were young, it was soft. We never dealt with tedium like we do now.
It was like we were threaded together on a Chinese loom, so tight. I’d never fall asleep worried about what you’d do the next morning. We jelled, as one may say today.
I never recognized how special our situation was, until my habits really started to effect you. The way you’d react after those nights of drinking cheap beer. My corndog breath exploding into an all day fight. I see it all so clear now. You were over it before it even began. My immature brain didn’t think you were worth sacrificing my new fun life. I refused to listen to your reason, your screams, your cries. I promise you it’s loud enough now. I sit here, suffering, listening to the echo of your pain inside me. I’d love to shout, “I’M SORRY!” I’d love to make amends. I’d love if we were even just friends.
It’s awful in this state, kicking myself everyday for what I’d did to you. I’ve cut all ties and broken your faith, there’s nothing I can say, nothing I can do, and all I want to do . . . is POO..

Bad dinner, good story

2008-11-22T23:05:00.000-08:00

The Mrs. and I had dinner with a friend tonight. He's has two brothers, he and the youngest are both Gay. At the age of 15, his gay brother had this habit of prank calling people and talking dirty to them. One of his 'victims' was an older amputee, a Vietnam vet. The vet seemed to be into these calls and they became a regular thing. After a while, these secret calls became not so secret when someone from the phone company knocked on the door. He explained to my friends parents that the vet was trying to press charges against his brother. The visitor also said that the vet would not press charges if my friends brother and his parents would come over and listen to all the calls, as the vet had recorded each one.
So, this awkward teen, seeing how far his sexuality would stretch, had to go with his parents and listen to recordings of him talking dirty to some crazy amputee. . .
Tragic.

Our friend went on to tell us that his Gay brother is now a "blond ken doll" hairdresser in Boca Raton.

This is nice, a really nice time. . .

2008-11-06T07:30:00.000-08:00

I got to NY. This is finally happening. Not as though I've always wanted to live here, I just figured I would some day. As I stare down at the homos trolling 8th Ave., I'm thinking back to the Castro and how I've managed to live in the two GAYEST places in the country (if I move to W. Hollywood, FIRE ME).
Oh, and I don't remember writing that last post, but I kinda like it, so it stays.
I love R. Walker.

nuance and understanding!

2008-10-28T23:12:00.000-07:00

Randy Walker is HUGE!!! (this line is me dismissing everything I feel and exploiting my fat friend just to make me look good). . .

SLAM POETRY ON RANDY WALKER. . .

2008-10-15T19:31:00.000-07:00

She’s an enigma, a dilemma, a viper venom enema. A hyper faggy pedigree vomiting her bacon philosophy, that is, when she talks, all I see, is bacon. . .
My memory shows that I slapped, spit on and screamed at her for no reason. Maybe it’s the universal treason she believes in. All the world screams when I lean in to inflict a mean thing, on her.
Show me the diet, the full proof self-righteous plan for forgiveness. I’ll present a blessed talent, so grounded, the guy on the other side of the seesaw has found the sky.

Across from the Eiffel Tower . . .

2008-10-06T11:45:00.000-07:00

Check out this SUPER GAY statue. I hear a latino queen with a deep-ish voice saying, "Who want's to ride my STEEED??"
Even ancient breeders wouldn't throw down a 'tea kettle' that fierce.

I went to the Louvre. . .

2008-10-04T16:10:00.001-07:00

EWWW, GIRL! . . . LOOK AT THOSE SANDALS!

Ike without Tina is SAAAAADDD.

2008-09-17T12:16:00.000-07:00

Hurricane Ike came through here, disguised as a tropical wind storm. The winds reached 80mph and blew hella trees down, everywhere. Power went out in the first hour of the storm. It didn't come back on till this morning.
Three days of darkness was okay. The mood was creepy seeing as we live in a Victorian Neighborhood, I was waiting for different Vampires and Spring Heeled Jacks to swoop in on me!
Alas, all the excitement was a few blocks over where all the gunshots and sirens were.
We did hang out in candle light and play backgammon on the porch. One night, this dude flew in for a game.

He was really cool looking through my weed goggles. I was all, "Whoaaaaa, check her out, she's all talllll and gracefulllll."

We are headed to Paris on Tuesday, so FUCK YOU!

All the GOOD things. . .

2008-09-09T17:01:00.000-07:00

The Mrs. and I just went to see MAN ON WIRE. What a fucking poetic display of balls, irreverence and pure skill. I encourage everyone to go see this film NOW! We were both in tears at the end.
So, me and the Mrs. are totally amazing, our compound of hair and attitude lays nations down in our wake. Since this is established, I want to make it known that we found a cute apartment in Brooklyn. It actually has a decent sized back yard featuring a lawn and a fire pit! How's that for NY living?
I'm ready to move again, KY is too much BLAH for all my POW! Not to sound hateful, but there's nothing for a person like me there. I miss SF and I know NY will be difficult for a bit, but I'm living everyday as art and I don't give a fuck. . . well, whatever, I'm looking for some new shit.
On my way to Nowhere Bar for some tight DJ slut action.
Lateskys FAGGAHOLS.

Dumbest people on earth!

2008-09-06T15:13:00.000-07:00

Right here, in the States.
This election is disgusting, SHE IS REPULSIVE.
Thanks.

Something not Recognized

2008-09-03T00:04:00.000-07:00

I took acid last week. Me and the Mrs. went to Gay Day at Kings Island and thought taking acid would be okay considering the circumstances. we'd be cute. Rest assured, there was nothing cute on this adventure (except me inside my brain in order to stay sort of sane). We went passed all the classic LSD reactions and knew we were too old to succumb, we knew we wouldn't freak out. . . and we were wrong.
I can't believe all the shit I used to do on Acid; go to class, eat dinner with my parents, work. . . etc. Once, I was two hits into a trip and Dallas Brennan and I went to Nordstroms with my mom. I ended up with the ugliest clothes, yet Mom was oblivious.
Acid is COMPLICATED! I have all the respect in the world for it and what it's done for us, yet I'm Mad at what happened the other night.
. . . I'll get back to this. . .
What I wanted to discuss is the genius that is Quasi's 'Sword of God'
This is kind of the best pop album ever and I'm happy I can say it!
Everyone dismissed this record and I want to bring a FURY down on those critics. Buy this album and hear it. It's really good.

Fashion Week Fun Fest. . .

2008-08-28T15:25:00.000-07:00

Going back to NY next week for Fashion and Tennis! We're going to some runway shows and the US Open (hopefully). I still feel totally indifferent towards fashion shows. I like my friends when they bust it out, but the whole Bryant Park blowhard scene doesn't enthrall me like the gay my father really wanted. Last year, sitting across from Tyra was almost too much coz every time the model walked by, my eyes would follow her and then end up locked with Tyra. Too much eye contact with her seems unhealthy. She frightens me. All tall and shit. . .
When I was there last week, I didn't see the waste of money bullshit waterfalls Olafur Eliasson did. I just wanted to see them and then comment on how stupid the idea was. I love his work, don't get me wrong. It's just this certain piece I have a problem with.
I missed Mon Cousin Belge and for this, I'm sad.
Randy Walker's fat ass probably bounced a couple of bodies off stage. THE WAY SHE MOVE!

So far off. . .

2008-08-27T12:40:00.000-07:00

Took another bike ride along the river and found this building. It's become a symbol of sorts, not a self hating representation of loss and desolation, a calming symbol.
The trail is quite amazing, dropping you into forests, past old railroad bridges, rolling through two blocks of ghetto, past a golf course and into Shawnee Park. With the exception of the ghetto part, the ride is so quiet and the whole adventure is beautiful.

Hurricane TANK

2008-08-27T08:36:00.000-07:00

In a silly twist of events, I left the house last night. Going out in Louisville turns my insides around, it's a non-fabulon of scared fags sans the ability to talk about anything beyond TV.
Then, last night, who do I see trolling the bar? Fucking Tank and Roman. If you don't know who these people are, you're lucky. They're benign, but also a monster in their own right. All those years going to the Eagle and seeing the damage they've done holding court on the patio! They should be in a gay zoo. Not a zoo gays go to, a zoo people go to so they can witness shameless gay realities. Oh, and we know Roman would be throwing shit on people.
I like Tank and Roman, but they live two blocks from me. That is a little close for a SOMA haunting of this magnitude. As a couple, they are a force to endure from a distance. A distance much further away than two blocks.

Kentucky State Fair

2008-08-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

This was the most amazing cock I've ever seen. . . When he'd scream, all that hair would shake around all Mick Jagger-y. The Fair is pretty amazing, I'm going back. They have the most ridiculous competitions. The blue ribbon for cross stitching on a sweatshirt went to this lady who made an image of a retarded dog. The blue ribbon for the Gourd competition went to someone who made a gourd look like a whale. There wasn't enough weed in the world for that shit.

Happy Fork, Sad Spoon

2008-08-12T12:51:00.000-07:00

Jason came to visit last weekend. This sums up our time together. . .
It was a lot of fun. I suggest more people come here. Just look at the laughs!

I'm third from the left.

2008-08-12T08:57:00.000-07:00

Where the jobs at? This is tedious. I'm used to it being easier.

Be a doll. . .

2008-08-12T08:56:00.000-07:00

. . . and get your mom a glass of water.

Dead Eye's favorite breakfast on-the-go!

2008-08-06T10:58:00.000-07:00

I just spent a week here with my family. It's the amazing Bitteroot Valley outside Missoula, MT. I did all the stuff my family likes; fish, golf, shoot guns, ride ATVs. . .
All in all it was a good time. We ate and drank a lot!!! Also, in the morning we had GRABBIES! My mom makes these, they're total white trashy, but undeniably delicious. I haven't had a decent #2 in days!

Grabbies
ingredients:

1lb sausage
1T. crushed garlic
crushed red pepper to taste
Directions:

mix togerther add two jars old english cheesespread and pile on top of english muffins. wrap and put in freezer when ready to eat stick in microwave or toaster oven until hot. you can use hot sausage and leave out red pepper

Waterslides, Roller Coasters, and body pain. . .

2008-07-29T10:21:00.001-07:00

After a whole day in the sun with mushroom tea, lazy rivers and water slides, this roller coaster hurt so bad. At the point of the picture, my brain was banging against my skull so hard. I think this experience comes through the countenance. Love the little girl/boy in front of me, though.

Fred Neil ALL DAY!

2008-07-20T16:16:00.000-07:00

Well, today at least. . .

Places to cool off. . .

2008-07-20T16:08:00.001-07:00

Dead Eye totally endorses the BEER CAVE!!

A bunch of stores have these around here, and in this heat, they rule over every other 'Place to Cool Off'. One can spend ten minutes in there (probs down a couple of beers if you're smart) and be chilled all the way through. The good feeling wears off after three minutes outside, but the initial happy effect stays with you a while.

MORE SF WHOA!!

2008-07-18T10:31:00.003-07:00

"Dude, is that a . . .cameraaaahhh?"

Tori was completely going for Party gold this night.
It was some tradge drag queen party.
I held the wall up.

Louisville GAY PRIZZIDE!!!

2008-07-18T08:07:00.000-07:00

If you didn't know what Rainbow flags represented.

This queen was doing some Lip Sync thing. . . I didn't really get it.

Monsters are gay.

Kentucky FUN IN the HOT MISERABLE SUN!!

2008-07-14T18:33:00.000-07:00

We had a little Grill Sesh a bit ago.
Here's HoopEaring Rachel, maxin':

And this is Colleen, Stompy with a lil' Brett and Impala in the back.

It was fun, this is Cheryl and her Family.

Bandana BARF-A-LOT!

2008-07-14T17:21:00.000-07:00

This is getting to be an issue with me. Trends are an issue with me. The bandana around the neck generates such a pukey pounding in my stomach, simular to the beard overload that DESTROYED any mystery I might have had. . .

The look is horrible, mostly in the way that these young men choose to sport it. Hankys have a function, they are a function, and if your look is "over the top" or "hyper hip", then sometimes the fashion aspect shines through. Just putting a hanky around your neck and thinking your fucking Dwyer or that tall guy from Liars is fucking lame. You look contrived, you look like another Ed Hardy dipshit with a faux hawk and fucking Oakleys.

As with the beard thing, and not as if it's going to happen, but if all these kids start dressing like breezy grandpas and retired art teachers ( MY LOOK, DICKS), then I'm going throw in the towel and start killing some people. Or just break into their houses and burn their wardrobes.

Photo by Jeremy

SF was my bag. Now it's my dirty sock!

2008-07-13T14:33:00.001-07:00

At least I'll always have Tori and Matt.
Here they are at the old digs.
LOVE THESE BITCHES

Looking for a job. . .

2008-07-10T07:06:00.000-07:00

The fine dining scene was NOT for me. I bounced. Well, there was a foot and my ass involved, but whatever, I still bounced.
Now I step back and think, "I know I gots ta be somebody's bitch. Who's bitch should I be? "
I WANT TO BE MY OWN BITCH!

DeadEye proudly endorses. . .

2008-07-09T19:38:00.000-07:00

THE PED EGG!!!
As I was cruisin' through Wallgreens the other day, this AS SEEN ON TV display caught my eye. It was for the PED EGG!. I contemplated for a minute, knowing my feet (or rather, calous potatoes) were looking grim. So, I bought it for $7.
When I got home, I put the PED EGG on my dresser and didn't even bother opening the package, my PED EGG time would come and there was no hurry.
Two nights later, barfing to Will and Grace, I decided to bust out my first AS SEEN ON TV product and put it to the test.
Basically, this lil' bitch is a cheese grater for your feet. . . SOLD!
I went to town on these gross expanding minor ecosystems of grime and squalor, and 20 minutes later, I'm a fucking foot model. Seriously, CHANGED MY LIFE!!!
No more hiding from doctors and masseurs, I'm showing off like the Two Coreys, and I don't give a fuck!!
Go buy one.

Too busy not doing ANYTHING!

2008-06-20T16:33:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-06-11T18:18:00.001-07:00

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!!

2008-06-10T15:31:00.001-07:00

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!!!

2008-06-05T08:27:00.000-07:00

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.

I OWN YOU! I OWN THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE! I OWN THE WORLD!

2008-05-28T18:30:00.000-07:00

Seriously, a lot of people will say I'm pompous, but I'll never act entitled. I'm perfectly aware that I don't deserve shit. . .
In that respect, I'll wait in line, be polite to strangers and tip well.
I'm not entitled to anything! and neither are you! Unless you cure cancer or rock the best pants. Stop acting like you are! (certain asshole blogger who is not Jeremy!).

Summer plans morph into PIG ROAST!

2008-05-28T16:04:00.000-07:00

Remember waking up so lost and confused that you got mad at your sheets for judging you?
I do. . .
June 28 is the Record Release Party for Mon Cousin Belge's album "Quelle Horreur"
I played drums on it!
The party is a celebration for Pride (that's what Gay people have), the release of said record, and Devon Devine's 30th Birthday.
It's at thee Parkside.
I'll be there.

Welcome to the fucked land of fucked giant flying bugs.

2008-05-28T14:14:00.000-07:00

My 'Welcome to Kentucky' Guide Book was conventionally helpful. It talked about the hiking here, the caves, the food and some other local higlights/hotspots. One thing it missed was the fact that we have GIGANTIC FLYING ROACH BUG THINGS!
This one just tried to attack me. Well, it's dying and it was walking past me. . . but look at that mug! Looks like a face that's out for bug justice, shit.
It was kind enough to pose for these photos before completing the dirge to my old work boots for its final nasty look. Fortunately, I got me some new steel toe Red WIngs ($20 dollahs at the Unique Thrift, FATTIES!!!).

Good funny with IMPALA!

2008-05-24T18:57:00.000-07:00

Our friend Richard Cambell (IMPALA) turned really older the other day, so the mrs. and I took him to Woody's for some bourbon and singing.

I look fat.
We ran into the brilliant LACEY!
Lacey is inspired, she's like 70 and always has the short skirts and frilly socks. Here's her and Impala at the bar

Big UPS and HOLLAS for my PEOPLE

2008-05-14T14:17:00.000-07:00

There's the mrs. and his cat. They're both just as sweet as they are old. . .
The cat is Tornado and she can smell something awful, but we have laughs. Just this morning, a huge thunder clap BOOMED as if a plane was crashing into the house and both of us jumped out of bed at the same time and stood there, shocked, looking at each other like, "what the fuck was that?" Then we crawled back into bed so I could smell her rank asshole and she could probs smell mine.

Grass Class

2008-05-07T18:23:00.000-07:00

Here it is. Let me open up to you, give you a taste of my reality burger, let me spice that taco with some MAT SAUCE. . .
Six years ago, I lived in Oakland. My first place out of college was at Geroge Chen's 'Club Short', a blink of an eye from MacAruthr BART. I was rollin' in an early 90s Chevy Celebrity station wagon and feelin good (just graduated and sitting on a $9000 settlement from my house burning down).
One evening, my homie Kaya and I went to see a movie out in the Sunset, her boyfriend at the time was a programmer at 4 Star. The movie was fun or whatever, but afterwards, we wanted a drink. We went out to the Phone Booth and met up with our old friend from the janitor days, James. SERIOUSLY, we had two drinks, nothing fancy or over the top, just two drinks.
I gave James a ride home and headed on my way back to Oakland. On the Bay Bridge, there was some lame construction that funneled all the lanes into one, and I was down. Making the motions, doing my thing, I was getting into the one lane and this crazy asian cut me off from 2 lanes over, causing me to swerve outside the orange cones restricting us from the rest of the bridge. I stopped, took a breath and was ready to go. Unfortunately, there was a cop there and he stopped me. We talked for a while and I thought everything was cool, until he asked me if I'd had anything to drink. Like a fucking mama's boy, waste of flesh, I said 'yes'.
He gave me a breathalizer and it read '.08' - the minimum, the point of inebriation that is 'cop talk' borderline dividing benign from malignant. They thought I was a threat. ME! So, I went to the drunk tank, holding cell, crazy hell of a character builder shit hole story maker down the block from 850 Bryant.
I'm going to spare y'all the details, but I ignored that noise for 6 years, flying so low that I wouldn't even pee in public, and only started dealing with it knowing I was moving to the great state of Kentucky.
Nobody had frets, they were nice and compliant, and agreed to let me do my DUI class here in Louisville.
Well, in Louisville, one has to undergo an assesment, a gauge of ones dedication to, or interdependency to any paticular controlled substance.
My counseller was a pleasantly plump 50-somthing woman with a healthy obsession for the color purple (not the movie, the actual color). We talked for a long time, got along and I thought nothing of it. Then, in a flash, without thinking, I told her that I like smoking weed. In that moment, she didn't bat an eye, but at the end of our meeting, she told me I have to go to marijuana class, on top of drunk driving class.
I finished my DUI class and it was never worth blogging about, but last night, I had my first GRASS CLASS
The teacher had an intense 6'3" frame sporting a fuckable face and a sorry excuse for 'cowboy' look (cowboys wear jeans right!, they have ass and legs, there's never a dumpy inch, crotch to feet). HUMPH!
When the class started he asked us to give 3 reasons for smoking weed. I said, "taste, feeling cozy and entertainment." He went on to tell me that it's all emotional and I've sacrificed the reality of pain by using this crutch to curb the pain from everyday life, and that I feel discomfortable (sic) in my skin. I said, "that's not a word."
He got mad.
I still wanted to fuck his mouth.
After a while, he asked, "when was the last time you smoked?"
I said, "Friday."
He mindlessly asked, "So, what happened Friday after you smoked? Did you wake up the next morning with some burly Mexican?
I was like,"I wouldn't call him burly. . ."
He moved his eyes to the girl and asked when the last time she smoked was.
She said,"Today. I woke up and cried for 3 hours, for no reason, and I had to smoke before work."
I was all, "WHOA"
The teacher kind of rubbed his cumcatcher lower lip thing and swung his leg on the table. I didn't want to recognize that he was displaying his crotch with an unconscious, reckless motive. I think I gasped out loud.
Grass Class Cowboy went on to preach the word of dealing with life as we were given, taking responsibility for ourselves and living in big houses. . . for real.
The whole time I wanted his mouth. We went through sooo much lame shit and the centerpiece realization I came out with was the ever-present motivation to stuff his mouth with my modest penis.

BAM, SMASH, CRASH!

2008-05-05T14:22:00.000-07:00

There's the car. It's brutal to look at. I was in shotgun, and I should be pretty dead. Who knew an Explorer would survivie a caddy at 50mph right into the side. Jesus came to mind, but I really can't dedicate my life to anything but myself right now. In this light, I'm gonna go with karma, I think it was the extra bread I brought table 17 that day.

Busty slutty weekend. . .

2008-05-04T16:29:00.001-07:00

This is the sort of cruisy park by my house.
The Derby weekend was tragic. After being in that car wreck, I wasn't feeling it. All I did was ride my bike around. Last night we drank whiskey and watched the hundres of personal jets flying off into the sky, as far away from Louisville as wealthy trash can get. Otherwise, I didn't do shit. Mark my words, I promise to take pics of fucked up Kentuckyans in the future.

PIcture yourself. . .

2008-05-02T17:12:00.001-07:00

I got a camera yesterday. A stupid little point and shoot. This is part of my front yard. . .
Got into a car wreck last night. The mrs., our friend Heather and I got rammed by a caddy and ended up upside down on a super mulchy median. Not fun, it was really fucked.

Be a DICK about IT!

2008-04-29T20:50:00.000-07:00

If someone talks about something you don't understand, be a dick about it and google it later.
Seriously, I know from experience that my brain isn't CEO material, but I learned the technique of 'being a dick about it' and I'm often mistook as 'wise' and 'insightful', yet I never say one meaningful thing. . .

Horses Run around, Town goes INSANE!

2008-04-28T13:57:00.000-07:00

This week, wIthin all the life enhancing excitement of spring, comes the Kentucky Derby. . .
I've never really thought about horses, well, unless I see one somewhere and think, "There's a horse."
Though, that is the extent of my thoughts. I never think about their teeth, hooves (or whatever they have), hair (unless i'm at the beauty shop), thoughts, speed, etc. Now all the sudden, it's all I have, horses, everywhere. The amount of energy that goes into the Derby is astonishing. It makes sense that people are so stoked because of two things; a) it brings a shitload of money to town and b) the bars are open 24hrs and passing out in the street is pretty much protocol.
I had to buy my Derby pin because that's how you get into the B52s show on Friday, but otherwise the tradition is lost on me, so far.

This week, I'll try to buy a camera and share moments. . .

Something fun becomes SCARY!!!!

2008-04-15T18:23:00.000-07:00

There's some corporate alternative weekly "i shouldn't be bothered but i need something to do on the twahlett" paper here. It's called VELOCITY (airplane sound), and in one issue this guy up there was talking about how much he loved the PROOF BURGAH! I spelled it that way coz I couldn't stop saying PROOF BURGAH! as gay as possible, everywhere I went.
Evidently, this guy (Wil) just moved back to Louisville from LA (where he enjoyed minor success).
His interview in VELOCITY (plane sound) talked about how he was "a health nut and buffalo is the leanest meat you can find", and "i get mine without the cheese and bacon".
Needless to say, I cut his picture out and put it on the fridge. Then. I find myself researching him and I find THIS!:

http://www.thewilshow.com/

I wish my eyes blinked once during this fucking web visit, I can barely see now. . .

I'm CLAIRE DAINES!

2008-04-14T20:04:00.001-07:00

I feel it. There's something here. . .

HOTTY ALERT!!!

2008-04-14T19:45:00.000-07:00

MEXICO WAS SOOO SEXY FOR A MINUTE. . .
BRING IT BACK, GIRLS! USA WANTS TO CHANGE YOUR NAME TO 'BONERVILLE'!!!

A post mullet expose into 21st century WHAT THE FUCK?!

2008-04-10T17:40:00.000-07:00

Here we are! 2008. . . .

Although we've been mocking this specimen for some time, it's now put into the irreverent POMO language we all hunger for.

http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com/

Thanks to my good friend Gabe, I can get my proper fix of city-douche mockery, within my everyday country-douche mockery.

"I SAID NUH-UNGH!"

2008-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

Such an effective way to show 'em how you feel!

Teen Moms and the Discounts. . .

2008-04-08T14:04:00.000-07:00

The house across the street bleeds teen moms. They drink mountain dew and scream at their babies all day. Two of them can't be over the age of 15. I want to pull over my lexus and cry for a minute, but when they open that collective mouth, it's nothing but laughs and jaw drops.
Sitting on my porch is divine when they aren't sitting on theirs. When that door opens and that moutain dew seal cracks, all I hear is the dismal tide of lost adolscence encroaching on my introspection. They open me up to all kinds of hatefull thoughts, things I never expected to even think in my life.
They could be missing teachers of a humanity I was blind to?. . .or just trashy teenage moms with foul mouths and no green thumbs?
Would it hurt y'all to plant a little bush or something?

Who's that bag with you?

2008-04-04T14:19:00.001-07:00

There is an otherworldly amount of frumpy ladies with hot hot husbands here. I just wanna take 'em away from that hell, everyday!
I wish I had like a gay tazer type shits to zap the mens into my pants.
That's all for today.

Oh, got a job at the fancy pants dining spot. Get to wear a monkey suit and call everyone sir and mam.

Milkshakes!

2008-03-27T18:17:00.000-07:00

Just saw an amazing play called "Neighborhood 3". It's all in a video game and these apathetic teens are obsessed as it takes place in their own neighborhood via sattelite. It's amazing coz their parents are zombies and they have to kill them at the end.

Listenin' to the Milkshakes and feel like shakin' it tonight. In a good mood, one of five moods I've been in today. Making the attempt to slow down on the weed. See, this is the kind of thing that I tell myself and nobody else coz if I start up again, my previous declaration can be thrown in back in my face. I think it's time to steer forward and really fuck some shit up. I wanna refuse to let bad vibes get in my way, patronizing bitches with no faith tryin' to slow me down. . . their problem is theirs, I can't be bothered.

Another issue is confidence. There is no reason to puss out anymore, I'm almost 30 and I'm done playing myself. Fuck that shit. Let it out, set it free.

There's my vent.

Spring is here and it's real. I finally live somewhere that has seasons! If you haven't seen spring coming out of the ground like I'm seeing right now, you should move. It's inspiring.

If you had a reason!

2008-03-26T21:32:00.001-07:00

This is a reason to visit Louisville!

http://www.terrascope.co.uk/Terrastock7/main.htm

During the boring bands, we can go to the Makers Mark distillery. . .

More RAIN!!

2008-03-26T18:19:00.000-07:00

After 20 hours of TERRIBLE travel (through Chicago whiteout), I was back in LA for the weekend, the Mrs. played a show on Saturday night. It was the first time I got to see his band, as both of our bands choked to death around the same time last year. His band, White, got back together to play a show with Gravy Train!!!!! at the Trubador in West Hollywood (BARF).

My old band is getting back together, sans this drunk drummer, sometime in the future, too. They're called Mon Cousin Belge and it's a bunch of fags with vision and bacon cheeseburgers. The album is mastered and really striking! I like the album again, where I was thinking I never wanted to here that PISH again.
Check it out.

Back to LA V. 1003 (2008). . . Crap everywhere, bad drugs with worse people on them, smells unknown to this world, bacon wrapped hotdogs are now illegal!?
Love my boyfriends band! I was ready to be polite and I turned sincere. All the songs are perfectly crafted psych songs from a mid 90s we were oblivious to. . .

www.myspace.com/shadesofwhite

Listen for yerself.

Gravy Train!! was fun, I was too pissy to really get into it (too OLD and MALE, as well. . . according to the audience) The second band actually made me upset, I refuse to even write about them.

The rest of the night was at the same house we always go to, with the same LA people talking about the same bullshit, double-time mind you.

On sunday we ate pot brownies and saw Paranoid Park. . . it was absolutely fucking gorgeous and mindblowing.

Now I'm back in my old Kentucky home. Back in the woods hauling logs and mulch. I'm blessed to have two job interviews this week, and hopefully a BEER BREATH practice. People here are more flaky than all the bitches in SF combined!

There's also this great theater festival going on called the HUMANA festival. We just saw an almost amazing one-dude play called 'the break/s' and we have tickets to two other shows this week.

http://www.actorstheatre.org/humana.htm

Okay then, BYE

RAIN RAIN RAIN

2008-03-18T12:31:00.000-07:00

It keeps raining. The tulips in the front yard are thick and mighty, but I still feel stuck here.

Yesterday, I sauntered down to the Mid City Mall and saw Funny Games. First off, I think Mel Brooks should be the only actor allowed to look into the camera and address the audience. MIchael Pitt's character did this twice and it was a big hinderance to the already strenuous pacing. I don't dislike slow paced shots, but some of the longer scenes in this film made me cringe with annoyance, they were completely unnecessary. As well, the acting was pretty bland. The director is at fault, completely, coz there are some great actors there. After one really brutal scene, the actors react like complete idiots, fumbling around and not actually emoting. It makes sense that they're in shock, but this was another aspect that caused me to throw up my hand and flip off the screen.
The premise is good, kind of played, but it can be pulled off, for sure. In the future, I hope this director tries to go further into his plot and not just ride on the premise for 90 mins.

There's a new band me and some gay guys are starting called BEER BREATH. Look out for that smell.

Green on Green on Beige

2008-03-06T13:07:00.000-08:00

My friend just told me about this site. I'm kinda in love. . .

www.luriddigs.com

I'm sure it's too late and everyone knows about this. It's amazing how something can change the way you look at sleaze slut photos. . .

SEX WORKERS ART SHOW/KILLER OF SHEEP

2008-02-26T10:28:00.000-08:00

THE LAST TWO NIGHTS WERE INSPIRING.

SUNDAY NIGHT, IN THE CLOUD OF A RAGING HANGOVER, FROM THE DUST OF A TERRIBLE DOMESTIC TIFF, WE WENT OUT TO SEE KILLER OF SHEEP.

I KNOW THIS WAS RE-RELEASED A WHILE AGO, BUT I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO GO SEE IT. SO, WHEN I SAW IT WAS BEING SHOWN IN THE STUDENT ACTIVITIES CENTER AT THE UNIVERSITY OF LOUISVILLE, ME AND THE MRS. HAD TO GO! IT TOOK US FOREVER TO MANEUVER THROUGH THE MAZE OF COLLEGE THAT IT IS, BUT WE FINALLY FOUND THE LITTLE THEATER ON THE TOP FLOOR JUST AS THE TITLE WAS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN.

THIS MOVIE WAS AN AMZING VIEW OF LIFE IN MID-SEVENTIES WATTS. TRULY POETIC AND ENGAGING WITH SOME OF THE MOST EXPRESSIVE DIALOGUE I'VE HEARD IN FILM. GRANTED, IT WAS CHARLES BURNETT'S THESIS PROJECT IN FILM SCHOOL AND THE LANGUAGE WAS FORCED, IT STILL HELD DOWN THE STUNNING IMAGERY.

MONDAY NIGHT, AFTER MY FIRST DAY WORKING IN THE WOODS, BUILDING TERABITHIA TYPE PATHS, WE WENT TO THE LAST NIGHT OF THE SEX WORKERS ART SHOW.

I HAVE SOME FRIENDS WHO'VE BEEN ON THIS CRAZY SIX WEEK TOUR (INCLUDING LOTS OF PROTESTS, AND BILL O'REILLY DID SOMETHING) WHO I REALLY WANTED TO SEE. SARAH ADAMS IS ONE OF MY OLDEST BUDDIES FROM COLLEGE AND JERRY LEE, WHO WAS THE MOST EXPLOSIVE 'LADY' MODEL.
NATURALLY, I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS GOING TO BE THE PROTOTYPICAL LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE "MY PUSSY, MY PAIN, MY FATHER" SHIT, BUT IT WAS SO SO NOT THAT. THESE WOMEN WERE FUCKING TALENTED AND HYSTERICAL! THE SHOW BALANCED THE MACABRE SIDE OF SEX WORK WITH THE GENIUS SIDE SO WELL.. I NEVER GOT BORED ENOUGH TO SMOKE OR GET ANOTHER BEER (MY ATTENTION SPAN RARELY ALLOWS THIS).
ALSO, AT THE END OF THE SHOW, JERRY LEE CAME OUT IN MY LONESTAR JOCKSTRAP (SOUVENIER), JUMPED IN A KIDDIE POOL OF GLITTER AND STUCK A SPARKER UP HIS ASS WHILE THEY TOSSED GLITTER ALL OVER THEMSELVES. . .
AFTERWARDS, WE ALL WENT TO BROADWAY TRAGIC BAR 'FREDDIES' TO HEAR THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR. I THINK THEY SHOULD TOUR WITH THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR, THE MRS. AND I SPENT THE WHOLE TIME EITHER LAUGHING OR WITH OUR JAWS GLUED TO THE TABLE.

If wanna know me.

2008-02-20T18:22:00.000-08:00

http://oldlouisville.com/

i just found this site that is all about my neighborhood.
it's easier than taking pics, uploading them to the cpu, then photobucket, then copying them, etc

GUN FIGHTS, GRANNY TRANNY AND ME!

2008-02-20T08:05:00.001-08:00

Our closest bar is called Woody''s. It's pretty okay, real divey and it has that prototype cheap gay bar smell. Not the Lonestar or Eagle poo smell, but the smell you'd get at the old Transfer, before the neo-italio-electro-disco-mash up whatever it is today (i call it 'there's a photobooth'). . . it's stale.
The best fixtures are the Granny Tranny and the uber-thug from the Mumbleria.
The granny tranny is amazing! She's this straight grandpa of 6 who dresses up in womens' clothing with out his family knowing. I'd say she's 6'4" in heels. The other night, she roared into the place with a bright white fur coat on, a little red tennis skirt, white leggings, brutal black heels, little frilly dorothy socks and a dirty brown wig that looks like he keeps between the mattress and the box spring. Yet, all she does is come in, do a round and stand in the back to wait for looks, signs of adoration or astonishment, either one seems fine. . .
The uber thug from the Mumbleria just walks around whispering to himself about nothing and he's totally decked out like a hardcore gangster. I saw him threaten to shoot this fat hick the other day and I took it seriously, he was reaching for a gun or something, i was out before i could see anymore. He loves karaoke, tho. Not performing, but it makes him smile so wide just watching it. . . it's almost cute.

My new FAB life!

2008-01-24T08:43:00.000-08:00

Rabbit hunting is a common passing conversation here. Older brothers make younger brothers roll around on the ground and bark for days. It took 7 people to run my card at a thrift store and the transaction never went through.

Cigarettes are $3 and beer is like table wine in France ("our steak and martinis is draft beer with weenies. . ."), the parks are BRILLIANT (even frozen), and there are actually good burrito/taco spots.

TITS!

JUST ARRIVED!

2008-01-21T09:34:00.000-08:00

We arrived in Louisville around sunset last night. . .

The weather is about 10 degrees, the house is a wreck and not very inhabitable, but I still feel happy. The journey was tedious, it went from SF to LA to SF to NY to PITTS to LOUISVILLE. Lots of driving and flying and packing and shipping. Now we UNLOAD! ALL OVER.

Shit is going on shelves and in drawers, we need more furniture and still have to paint, yet it will happen. I might even post a picture or two of what's up here.

My life is a bit more settled, well in 2 weeks we go to Cairo, then after that it'll be settled and ready to go, blogs a bouncin' everywhere.

Sara Lund

2007-12-12T18:41:00.001-08:00

So, in an interview for a GAYYYY magazine, I was asked 'who is your favorite drummer?'. . .

I said Sara Lund from UNWOUND.

ummmmm, she's the one that got me to wanna drum. i never heard drums so clean, punchy and dynamic before i heard her.
i had to play the drums after listening to Fake Train a billion times.

since then, i've experienced other drummers way more talented, but still not as inspiring.

my question is. . .

does the moment of inspiration beat all other moments on your artistic voyage? can something that only brings you to a higher level of understanding the medium amount to or destroy the moment that you realized you wanted to create (emulate) that art?

D.I.Ydoes it smell in here?

2007-12-08T02:42:00.000-08:00

Me and the Mrs. went to a party in Oakland tonight.

I'M OLD. . . SPRORTIN' PEDIACTRICS BETTER THAN ALL THE GERIATICS. . .

Needless to say, it was not cozy, it was sharp and painfull.

don't go there.

love,

mat

GONE PT 2

2007-12-01T11:25:00.000-08:00

YEAH, so, I'm moving to Louisville soon. . .

I pretty much knew that it was the right place upon entering the city limits. There was a flash of understanding, like, "oh, shit here it is, my future home." The sentiment was intuitive, yet it became something more substantial as the visit went on. We got to Cesar's house in the old part of town (the house I'm moving into), and it was perfect. There's a nice porch, a huge basement and a beautiful backyard. What more could you want coming from the claustraphobic clutches of SF? . . .SPACE!

First thing I did was get on the bike and ride to the store for some beer. I miss that from OLY, riding through the empty streets and alleys looking at all the trees and kids playing, it's calming and safe.

When I got back to the house, I sat on the porch, listened to records, drank my beer and waited for Fierce Perm to show up. THe streets are lined with trees and old sidewalks, it's a neighborhood, for reals. Jason Noble walked by with his dog, the hicks across the street were wrestling and I was content sitting there watching it all go by. When Fierce Perm showed up, it was like the kids came home for Christmas. Everyone was hugging and yelling and laughing and fighting, a classic vision of a band on tour.

After settling and eating some BBQ, we all went to the venue that we were going to destroy that night. The beer was like 1.50 and everyone was so nice. Needless to say, the show was amazing. We played a good set and everyone responded politely, but Fierce Perm really fucked shit up. Nadia sang standing on the table the whole time showin' her cooch and basically winning the hearts of all in the room. Everyone wanted more, but everyone was drunk, so it became a free for all cover band with anyone who wanted to play getting on their respective instruments and bouncing around.

The next day we just hung out around town, shopping at thrift stores, eating really good food and checking the locals out. Cesar and I drove over to the Ohio river and walked on these cool fossil beds where you could actually see tons of fossilized plant life everywhere, it was fun coz we were stoned. . . like, whoa! After the fossils, I made Cesar drive me to the skatepark and it was AMAZING! Seriously, Louisville has one of the toughest, most brilliant parks in the country and I can't wait to skate there all the time.

That night we played another amazing show at a house downtown and the kids went crazy for Fierce Perm. Unfortunately, I was sick, so my level of enjoyment was arrested by my levels of feeling super shitty. The pictures are gross looking. . .

The next day, Fierce Perm took off and Cesar and I drove around town, ate some soul food (shrimp n' grits is my new fave) and then we just chilled for the night.

The next day we were on the road back to NY. We stopped in Pittsburgh and stayed at a Caribbean themed Gay Bed and Breakfast. . . It was hilarious.

more sooon

this is promising

2007-11-17T20:28:00.001-08:00

after travelling to try and see THEM (http://www.them-movie.com/). . . to no avail.

i for sure will not miss this!

http://www.gomorrahy.com/xavier-gens/frontiers-frontieres.htm

looks totally great.

also, go see BEFORE THE DEVIL KNOWS YOU'RE DEAD, it's soooooo good.

GONE (PT 1)

2007-11-08T11:36:00.000-08:00

SO, I'M GONE. OUT OF SF FOR A BIT SEEING THE COLD PARTS OF THIS TIRED COUNTRY. ME AND THE MRS. STARTED HALLOWEEN IN NY. MY ARROGANCE TOOK THE BETTER PART OF ME AND I THOUGHT I WOULDN'T SEE ANYTHING BEYOND WHAT I'VE EXPERIENCED AT HOME. . . AND I DIDN'T.
IT WAS A LOT OF FUN COZ EVERYONE WAS OUT (INCLUDING A CUTE TV PERSONALITY NAMED VINCENT D-SOMETHING FROM THE SHOW ABOUT A COURTROOM AND INVESTIGATIONS.((??????))) AND THE KIDS WERE ADORABLE, IT WAS LIKE A MOMMYCORE CONVENTION WHERE EVERYONE WAS IN A NEW YORKER COSTUME, TRULY INNOCENT. THIS ASPECT WAS THE ONLY SPECTACLE, OH AND THAT QUEEN WE MET AT MONSTER, SHE WAS TRAGIC.
THE NEXT MORNING WE GOT IN THE LATE 90'S FORD EXPLORER AND HEADED EAST. I WAS REALLY STONED AND THOUGHT JERSEY CITY LOOKED LIKE LEGOLAND. IT WAS REALLY SMALL LOOKING, VAST, BUT TINY.
THEN, AFTER FINISHING NEW JERSEY, WE GOT ON THE PA TURNPIKE. THIS WAS THE FIRST TURNPIKE I'VE EVER BEEN ON, WHICH SEEMS REALLY EXCITING, BUT IT'S JUST LIKE A FREEWAY. . .
I WAS CRUISING TRUCKERS PRETTY HARD COZ THE MRS. LIKES HER GUITAR SOLOS (HE'S A CHILD OF THE 80S) AND I ZONE OUT THROUGH THE WINDOW WHILE EDDIE VAN HALEN BORES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. THE TRUCKERS WERE INSPIRATIONAL, I STARTED WRITING A HORROR FILM ABOUT A BROTHER AND SISTER WHO BOTH HUSTLE AT TRUCK STOPS TRYING TO GET TO NY BY FUCKING HOT TRUCKERS AND A CRAZY KILLER GETS THE GIRL AND IT'S UP TO THE BROTHER TO SAVE HER. I JUST WANT TO BE IN THE ROOM WHILE THEY FILM THE SEX SCENES, AND THERE WILL BE A LOT OF THEM, THAT'S FOR SURE (BUBBLE GUM BUBBLE POPS).
AFTER PA, WE PASSED THROUGH A LITTLE PART OF W. VIRGINIA, A STATE THAT I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE IN. IT WAS SCARY COZ I WAS STONED AND I THOUGHT A COP WOULD PULL US OVER AND MAKE THE MRS. GIVE HIM A BLOWJOB WHILE I WATCHED. . .AND MAKE ME MASTERBATE, TO BOOT. THIS WAS A DAYDREAM NIGHTMARE OF MINE.
WE GOT THROUGH UNSCATHED, IT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY PRETTY.
THEN CAME OHIO. . .
AFTER OHIO WE GOT TO KENTUCKY, MY FUTURE HOME.

We're all in the same gang!

2007-09-30T02:55:00.000-07:00

We are all here to have a good time and DIE! Why does everyone care soooooo much?

Exclamation

2007-09-19T17:55:00.001-07:00

Exclamation points should be used only when necessary. Sorry about the overload in past posts. I'm new to blogging.

More DARBY!

2007-09-10T20:22:00.001-07:00

Darby Crash

2007-09-05T15:18:00.000-07:00

I just finished We Got the Neutron Bomb which is the untold story of LA punk. What a fucking brilliant time that was with some of the most intense characters of music history! I always loved the Germs, but never realized how influencial Darby Crash was. It's almost cute how all these 16 year old kids are running around fucking shit up, starting bands that exhibit adolescent fervor rather than skilled musicianship. That's totally what made it work!
Everyone knew someone in High School like Darby Crash, an eccentric genius who's life the other outcasts would marinate in 100%. Totally absorbing the words, ideas and actions of someone you would only come to find, junior or senior year, is a megalomaniac bitch, but still a genius. Heroin never helps, either.
Also, everyone had the coolest names back then; Tomata du Plenty, Helen Killer, Alice Bag, Kid Congo Powers, Geza X, etc.
When I was coming home from errands today, I decided that my name would of been Rat Turd. I don't know why, that shit just hits hard. It's the semiotics, nothing to do with personality or looks. . . just bangin' words.

North Shore makes me HAPPY!

2007-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:00

The other day I got a serious call from my roomate. He was lamenting over the bills and asked me if I wanted to get rid of our 'basic cable'. I said, "go to town, bub. I only watch a minute a week."
Ten minutes later he calls back and says the cable lady told him we can get 'SUPER CABLE' for the same price. So, we got it and it includes all the On Demand/DVR bullshit. . . but, it wasn't all bullshit.
So, I get home from a strange night of fashion, fakes and booze, and all I want is to smoke a lil' hoo haw and watch some of this new cable. I start going through the movies that are evidently 'on demand' and come across North Shore, my favorite movie as a young one.
I was smiling through the whole thing, reciting all the lines and talking to the characters like they were old buddies.
"You're like JOJ, huh? Just of the jet. KInd of like FOB, huh? Fresh of the boat."
"He's so barney, he doesn't even know he's barney!"
"Hey Alex! Why don't you come join us?" (Gayest line ever! coz he's in the jacuzzi and his demeanor is so Quentin Crisp)

Needless to say, this movie is all GOLD. I recommend it to everyone! It's smiles for miles, not unlike the way Heavy Metal Parking Lot makes you feel. Oh, and when Rick Cain gets snagged by Lance Burkhart, I still had the same feeling of hostility that I did when I was 9.

JUST TRIED MY HAND AT PLUMBING.

2007-08-18T15:52:00.001-07:00

NO DICE!

Ok it's my time to go, tell my mom i love her!

2007-08-14T19:19:00.001-07:00

THIS IS REAL!!

2007-08-02T21:54:00.001-07:00

ME AND THE MRS, GOT IT DONE!

HOLLA AT ME, AUGUST!

2007-07-29T18:14:00.000-07:00

FIERCE PERM IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE AMERICAN BANDS. WOMAN OF COLOR IS ME AND THE MRS.

TVP'S VIDEO

2007-07-24T20:38:00.000-07:00

THIS IS GREAT! I'M GEEKING OUT TODAY, NOTHING TO DO. IT'S TRES FAB TO NOT GET OUTTA YOUR HOUSE PANTS FOR A WHOLE DAY!

I'M DOING SOMETHING SPECIAL

2007-07-24T20:30:00.000-07:00

IT HAS TO DO WITH JOURNEY!!!

LICK IT!

2007-07-24T20:02:00.001-07:00

THIS STARTS IN AUGUST! IT'LL BE GOOD, JUST LET ME LICK IT! FOR A WHILE

sonic old and craggly(word?)

2007-07-24T17:16:00.000-07:00

Me and the mrs. went and saw Sonic Youth play Daydream Nation in Berkeley (i'll smoke when and where i wanna, bitch). I was excited and stoned, so I didn't seem that stoked, but I WAS!! The Berkeley Community Theatre is nice, big, stuffy and smelly. I was a clammy lady after a few minutes. . .
So they came out on stage and I clapped, hoping everyone would stay seated coz I was rocking my FILA deck shoes and they aren't that comfy when i stand for too long. All those MARK ASS BITCHES stood up and I knew it would be painfull. When that first lick rang across the theatre, everything was perfect in my life, for the moment. I love love love Daydream Nation!!!!
THE SOUND WAS TERRIBLE! Steve Shelly's kick drum sounded like a dinosaur farting, which should be a good sound, but t'wasn't at all! Kim Gordon couldn't sing, she was going for that snotty NY punk thing she WAS so good at and all i wanted was for her to knit me some socks (that's mean, but you weren't there!) Is her bass ever plugged in? I've never really heard it before!
Thurston was on, coz that's how she does. . .
Lee was on, too! The only thing is that the mrs. told me a story about how he used to go to the LURE and get all naked and have bitches whipping him. I had a hard time concentrating on his playing and just glared at him with that ????? look.
Also, it was a pretty quiet show and there's so many good loud guitars on that record, i wanted to bleed from the sonic overload.
Steve Shelly is an amazing drummer. One of the best! He reminds me of Elton Tom (worldfamousinsf.blogspot.com), they have the same head bob, but Shelly looks funny when he hits the crash. He does this head tilt jerk thing that still plays in my head. . .

LADY LADY LADY

2007-07-09T14:43:00.001-07:00

OOIOO VIDEO

2007-07-06T15:09:00.000-07:00

I LOVE OOIOO AND THIS VIDEO.

PARTY TIME

2007-06-27T12:23:00.001-07:00

WERE YOU AT OUR DYKE MARCH PARTY? PROBS NO!!

retractions

2007-06-24T18:26:00.000-07:00

I just went back and saw my blog about the Bears Gone Wild. That was kind of harsh, coz Eric and Brent are super sweet and funny. My mood was just pissy. The pic is good, tho. So, the post stays. . . Pride was a haze. I never knew being a FAG meant you have to drink soooo much. Actually, fuck that, I know and love it!!! Up with GAY DRUNKS and the tricks that love them.

Really? Serious?

2007-06-24T18:03:00.000-07:00

http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/opinion/la-op-kaye4feb04,1,5839914.story?coll=la-news-comment

Your toe is open, dude.

2007-06-23T13:58:00.000-07:00

I got me some nice cargo shorts from ol' naves, a nice vintage looking shirt (totally bomb) and some open toed Teva sandals.
FIERCE!

Why do you think you are NUTS?

2007-06-15T20:25:00.000-07:00

This hurts me with its total awesome qualitites!

IN MY HEART

2007-06-12T15:51:00.000-07:00

My amazing mother is going into surgery today. She has breast cancer and needs to get both boobies removed. She's a beautiful, loving person and it's so sad to watch her go through this. Please think positive thoughts about her so that energy can help her recover without more turmoil. The picture is us getting wasted and shooting guns at my parents' house.

once again

2007-06-08T15:56:00.000-07:00

cesar photo

THERE'S A FIERCE PERM/MON COUSIN BELGE MINI TOUR IN AUGUST. HERE ARE OUR TWO HEROINES GOING AT IT DURING THE LAST HOUSE PARTY. HOW RAD IS THIS GOING TO BE?

Don't forget about this LADY

2007-06-08T12:31:00.000-07:00

This is going to be the best party of the summer!!!

myspace.com/theladyparty

We love Lee's Face!!!

2007-06-08T12:04:00.000-07:00

Look at our friend Lee behind the BEARS GONE WILD guys. I have no problem with BGW, except the total retarded aspect of their existence, which is the HOMOgenized part!

Lee is probably rocking Dior and Van Noten!

present this 'castrobear'

2007-06-05T17:27:00.001-07:00

Castrobear? That sounds pretty fucking lame to me. After this spout of sour ontological heirarchy, the name represents most of what disgusts me in gayville. "Don't you know who I am?" CASTROBEAR!! LAZERS!!

Thanks to him, he 'tipped the scale' at the FatBar to the point of my termination. Good RIddance to bad blubber! I've never been so fed up with a work situation like I was there. Hoof n' Poof and Tweaky totally walked me into a better mind frame. I feel no resentment twords them, but I'll probably keep my distance. . . for a while. With my current monetary set-up, I'll be living for those Beer Busts in a couple of weeks .

Thinking back on those 2 years, I can honestly say I became a tougher more confident asshole, my skin's thickness augmented a few times over. Also, there were some people who touched me. . .

Yet, it wasn't a place for me. I just did not fit in at all (at times I actually wanted to). I'm different from the bears, I don't like Kylie or Clarkson, Dreamgirls or Brokeback. I like Crass and Wire, Liquid Sky and Rockers. This shouldn't be a hinderance in a bar-type social life, but I kind of perpetuated it. . . Eh, c'est la vie.

People should support that place, it's an institution and a legend. To a degree it celebrates a choice to be different from the mainstream, but it also celebrates the fattest people with the most vapid brains.