April 2010
1 post
dog food.
pupperoni can suck my fucking sweaty, post-basketball game, fucking nut sack. tricky bunch of tricksters.
i didn’t actually eat the pupperoni. but it was pretty close.
March 2010
3 posts
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-3-28) →
Wipers (22)
Obits (12)
Camera Obscura (10)
The Magic Numbers (5)
Ozma (4)
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the longest i've ever held onto a gift certificate...
this has got to be the longest ever. my $15 of free merchandise from sonic boom has graced my night stand since christmas.
my family understands my patronage to local record stores, and they buy me gifts with this idea in mind. honestly i’m glad and didn’t go and blow it on on some reissue i already own the original version of. ‘cause now i’m more familiar with the band,...
February 2010
7 posts
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-2-21) →
The Cancer Conspiracy (28)
Camera Obscura (26)
Heroin (19)
Okkervil River (18)
Hot Snakes (18)
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-2-14) →
The Bouncing Souls (23)
Bouncing Souls (19)
Cat Power (15)
The Cancer Conspiracy (8)
Camera Obscura (6)
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fine.
i feel as if i should write right fucking now. it just feels sort of perfect to do it now.
i’m relatively drunk.
i’ve been shut in
i don’t even know what’s exceptable or not. i’m sitting here contemplating being honest.
things are anything but great, i’m listening to my brother and his girlfriend decide if they should go get a sprite or not.
she’s...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-2-7) →
Camera Obscura (38)
Obits (35)
The Cancer Conspiracy (29)
of Montreal (26)
Kevin Hallaian (17)
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-31) →
Rachel’s (22)
Obits (12)
Kevin Hallaian (9)
Les Savy Fav (8)
Sleepytime Trio (4)
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January 2010
7 posts
meeting j.d. salinger. →
a brief story about a man’s meeting with the reclusive author, which i had listened to about 6 months ago. i, same as everyone else who has any appreciation for american literature, was enthralled with catcher in the rye as a young man. r.i.p. j.d. salinger.
on the up.
so obviously that was a rough stretch. now that i’m over it, life’s been decent. although it’s been an adjustment. sleeping happens in increments. 2hrs here, 4 there, a half hour. i imagine it might be the boozing though, which has been prominent, but not outlandish.
i’ve actually been enjoying myself, as of lately. some of my friends are moving closer to me, and i expect...
'round the corner
dealing with it.
the only place i’m comfortable is in the shower, with the lights off. i wish i had a bath tub.
been considering chopping off my legs. i’m sure i’d still be cursed with phantom restless legs. as a result of my discomfort, i’ve severely fucked my sleeping schedule up something awful.
it’s really not all that bad. i just wish i could sleep for more...
it's nights like these..
man, they’re lonely. i’m glad i’m here to feel it though.
i always forget about the emotional side of this nonsense.
i’ve kept my room freezing cold, as i seem to sleep better that way.
been smoking inside, as it’s hard to muster the energy go out.
relating to my instruments, but they seem to be neglecting me.
i deserve this.
that time of the day.
you know when you’re hungover, and you’ve already got up to drink a glass of water, but you get back in your warm bed, to undoubtedly lay there with your rotten stomach. you’re somewhere between awake, and half dreaming.
my head is always spinning with thought at that point. i think laying in my bed is where i do my most productive thinking. i actually have a strong hold on my...
December 2009
5 posts
i made it.
28 years old, and the birthdays are still nice.
seems like i’ve been around company that really are becoming my life long friends. the past few years, a social circle seems to have really solidified.
i don’t know what to expect this upcoming year. i’m getting a strong feeling that it’s time to get serious about something, besides just hanging out and getting fucked up.
...
another one of those days on the calender you...
this day always marked john lennon’s death, for me and my dad, when i was a child.
“you know evan, this is the day john lennon was shot.”, my father would tell me.
Well, a couple of years after mark david chapman, was morbidly inspired by mr. j. d. salinger, murdering, arguably, one of the most relevant artist to ever exist in the realm of pop music, my pal, paul hiram overcast...
“i know, a ghost can walk through the wall. yet i am just a man still learning...”
– blonde redhead
November 2009
5 posts
still carrying the torch.
been listening to the wipers a lot lately. been listening to hot snakes a lot lately.
for a while i forgot why these bands really appealed to me.
i play like them. i play weird minor chords, normally in double time, and a lot of down stroking. creepy, aggressive melodies, at a pummeling pace.
i always enjoyed playing fast. to be a punk musician, on stage, really letting the attack loose on your...
portland.. i may be joining your ranks soon.
Bronson called me today from portland, complaining that he doesn’t want to leave. he’s got a strong core of friends down there, and he’s fallen in love with the city.
he is now trying to convince me to head that way with him when he’s done with truck driving school. maybe 6 months or so. this seems like the most solid chance to move to portland since i started talking...
i fucking hate you.
here’s how it is, i’m going to stay drunk. it makes me happy.
i had a fucking ton of fucking ill shit to say, but i’m far too drunk to remember.
something about my less than boring music tastes, my absurd drug use, my gravity like attraction for whiskey and beer, and the super sweet, non annoying show’s i’m going too.
and likely how you’ve got a lesser...
days and days and days.
life is boring, seasonal mood is setting in and i’m stuck on the couch with no means for any such thing as fun.
in other news, i’m really becoming an old movie fan, as in films made back in the 60’s and before. and of course i’ve fallen in love with audrey hepburn, and olivia de havilland, as a result.
and who could blame me.
hepburn was so cool. apparently she owned...
October 2009
1 post
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September 2009
25 posts
jail time.
now that i have no job to lose, i should probably go and take care of that warrant. man, i really don’t want to do that.
funemployment.
i got unemployment. life just got way better.
ok, ok, ok.
i’ve been hanging around feeling shitty about losing my job for a week now.
i’m hopefully going to get unemployment. that’ll at least help out. i got one more check coming from the dock. hopefully i can cover as much rent as possible.
i’ve been pretty liquored up. now i gotta lay off a bit and find my ass a job.
otherwise, i’ve been playing quite a bit of guitar....
i wanna sing love songs to quirky young women and...
so i got laid off last thursday. assholes…
actually, my boss was super kind hearted about it. no hatred to be spewed his way. hopefully i can collect funemployment.
either way…
i imagine the fuckneck, ass-sniffing, immoral (assumed by his horrible taste in music) weirdo, lazy as fuck, new guy is reading this.
you can suck my dick, i never called it in to the boss when you did a...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-9-20) →
gradualcompanionpiece:
evanfantastic:
gradualcompanionpiece:
Girl Talk (27)
Mariah Carey (7)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (4)
Manu Chao (3)
Keith Sweat (2)
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you make me fucking sick.
Hahaha yeah man, you know how I’m just hanging out at home listening to terrible music. My computer is shared, thus my statistics have been compromised (very much so)....
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-9-20) →
gradualcompanionpiece:
Girl Talk (27)
Mariah Carey (7)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (4)
Manu Chao (3)
Keith Sweat (2)
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you make me fucking sick.
Link →
home alone.
and my high volume, rendition of neil young’s “after the gold rush” is likely concerning my neighbors… what ev’s.
an unexpected day off.
make breakfast, smoke pot, watch tv, make lunch, drink wine, friend face time, share what’s left of the pot, more wine, goodbyes, more wine, miles davis, more wine, the fucking clash, nap.
can you guess what i'm doing tonight?
here’s a clue; it involves lots of drinking.
…that’s right…
I’M GETTING DRUNK!
PARTY ON!