Skin like Seals

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 03:26:10 GMT

last night

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 18:21:15 GMT

i found some popcorn in a trashcan and ate it

New Year

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 23:51:22 GMT

New York or Boston? I can't decide

I'll probably just stay here alone in New Hampshire

Best of begins...

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 21:42:41 GMT

Rekerds I listened to in 2006:

5. BAND OF HORSES- Everything All The Time

I really don't think this record is very good, but I wound up listening to it a bunch because 1) it sounds sometimes like Neil Young and I really like Neil Young, 2) it sounds sometimes like My Morning Jacket and My Morning Jacket sound a lot like Neil Young and I really like Neil Young 3) The Video for The Funeral is one of my all time favorites, a gorgeous vision of a very ugly thing. Great album title, too.

Best tracks: The Funeral, The Great Salt Lake

4. SUNSET RUBDOWN- Shut Up I am Dreaming

This rekerd really isn't that great either, but whatever I'm a sucker for Wolf Parade and can't help if this took the edge off the wait a little bit. Also, their live show was fucking incredible.

Best tracks: Stadiums and Shrines II, Shut Up I am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings (WTF?!)

3. UNDEROATH- Define the Great Line

I listened to this record a LOT. It all started one day when I was watching FUSE for hours on end, and every fucking video was some screamo brand shit that had almost no screaming to it whatsoever. Well these guys came along and tore a hole in the television screen and then jumped out of the television screen and started beating me with sticks and calling me a sinner and shit and spitting holy water all over me. It was magical.

Best tracks: Writing on The Walls, There Could Be Nothing After This, A Moment Suspended in Time

2. ISIS- In the Absence of Truth

I was speaking with my brother about this band a couple months ago. I asked why, if he is such great friends with these dudes, Isis have not taken Charlene out on tour yet. He responded by informing me that the main singer dude is so fucking metal that he really can't stand shoegaze and shoegazey stuff, and that Charlene'd never go out on tour with Isis because of him, even though the rest of the band would be totally into it. Anyway, here is Isis with yet another Shoegaze rekerd. Good job dudes.

Best tracks: Holy Tears, Not in Rivers But in Drops, Garden of Light

1. THE SWORD- Age of Winters

"grow a dick magner"

Best tracks: IT FUCKING SLAYS

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 20:49:36 GMT

Oh, almost forgot. Today I beat final fantasy tactics, my only video game. Now I'm fucked.

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 20:46:24 GMT

Taking a cue from andy and sadney

1. AFI- Miss Murder
2. Band of Horses- The Great Salt Lake
3. Black Sabbath- Wheels of Confusion/The Straightener
4. Boris- Farewell
5. Asobi Seksu- Sooner
6. Brian Jonestown Massacre- Evergreen
7. Underoath- Writing on The Walls

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 01:25:50 GMT

Sat, 03 Sep 2005 10:19:11 GMT

Kanye West is the most important man in hip hop right now, and what he did on the NBC Hurricane Relief telethon was probably the most admirable thing I've ever seen a "celebrity" do. Good job dude.

New Orleans

Fri, 02 Sep 2005 02:35:12 GMT

Luck of the Irish

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 17:16:07 GMT

It just ran out.

So I never update this thing anymore, but about ten minutes ago I wake up after three and a half hours of sleep to the sound of a television set at full volume. Its some nightline broadcast or something about Iran. Ted Koppel won't shut the fuck up. So this is pretty strange and I'm sort of dehydrated so I crawl out of bed to go see whats up. Now earlier tonight my roommates (both fine young Irish girls) went to some party at a co-worker's apartment. Well I walk out to the living room and one of them, Vanessa, is sitting on the couch staring at the television in darkness. I walk in and she goes "oh, crazy party" totally wasted and out of it. I look in the bedroom for the other Irish and it looks like someone wrecked the place, clothes are everywhere, the closets are gutted. I can't find her anywhere. I ask Vanessa if I can turn down the television and she goes "turn it off, it won't turn off." So I do, and she immediately lies down and passes out on the couch. But I can't find the other Irish anywhere. Finally I walk up to the front door to make sure the thing is deadbolted, look to my left into the bathroom, and find my other flatmate, passed out cold on the bathroom floor. I'm back in bed now. I can hear someone throwing up really loudly. Its going to be a messy morning. But I'm going to work, fuckers! And so won't have to deal with it.

All in all a great experience. Worth updating this for.

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 08:29:41 GMT

Rock and roll music will save us all

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 03:48:17 GMT

Oh I would die young.
Oh I would like that.
-Bob Pollard

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 16:44:07 GMT

Yesterday WAS:

-A sweet film with BRENDON (and Sean Adams) called THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO (head nod to ANDY)
-A sweet LAPTOP JAM with Sean Adams
-Way too much EBAs with SEAN ADAMS
-Some SWEET BEERS with Sean Adams
-Pongin' it up with SEAN ADAMS at BONES GATE FRATERNITY
-KICKING SOME KIDS ASSES AT PONG AT BONES GATE FRATERNITY IN A BEST 2 of 3 with SEAN ADAMS
-("this is buzzards and dreadful crows. Hell yeah. Shit.")
-Sex with SEAN ADAMS

Today will be:
-Obligatory post-coital dinner date with SEAN ADAMS
-More use of the entirety of SEAN ADAM'S name, which is in fact SEAN ADAMS
-Maaaaaaaaaaybe something not involving Sean Adams? NO WAY

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 05:18:56 GMT

If it came down to your life or mine
I'd do a stupid thing
and let you
keep on living

That pretty much sums me up!

At least I can laugh at myself about it.

I didn't go out tonight even though I told everyone I would and was excited for it. BUT I got home from work, relaxed to some tunes, took off my boots, etc etc. Got comfy. Started to fall asleep. Realized I have like a huge meeting tomorrow morning at 8am for Friday Night Rock stuff. And, like, I mean, now that I'm 21 raging on wednesday nights just because they're wednesday nights seems so blasé...

I had a laptop jam with Sean Adams today and it was fucking sweet. We made ramen and drank some PBR and talked about summer music.

I am excited about life again I think. That comes and goes, and I always kick myself for making statements like that. But.

Yeah.

A Good Conversation

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 08:05:50 GMT

Tonight I had A Good Conversation:

minimalism rocks: man
minimalism rocks: fucking goth kids
Talvez96: what goth kids
minimalism rocks: all goth kids
Talvez96: I mean yeah I guess they suck but why do you care
minimalism rocks: it just came to me
Talvez96: hey you know whats fucking arbitrary
Talvez96: clothing
minimalism rocks: i guess so
minimalism rocks: but it's for the best
Talvez96: I mean I don't love anything more
minimalism rocks: people are ugly naked
Talvez96: but it is certainly arbitrary
minimalism rocks: truth
Talvez96: like right now
Talvez96: I am naked
Talvez96: and it is pretty sweet
Talvez96: but I am about to go to sleep
minimalism rocks: don't you get cold
Talvez96: so I am putting on pants and a shirt
minimalism rocks: or are you in a place that actually has working heating
Talvez96: PAJAMA pants
minimalism rocks: dude pajamas rule
Talvez96: yes exactly my point
minimalism rocks: i've started sleeping in sweaters or sweatshirts
Talvez96: so while I can be naked, and while clothing is completely arbitrary
Talvez96: I choose to wear it none the less
minimalism rocks: it's so awesome when i wake up
Talvez96: I mean there is no one around, the heating is adequate, I'd just rather sleep with clothing on
Talvez96: this rule does not apply when sharing a bed though
Talvez96: because THEN clothing not only feels arbitrary but a hindrance
Talvez96: I like nothing better than being a little cold waking up naked next to someone, and having to snuggle for warmth
minimalism rocks: truth
Talvez96: its a little like cuddle core, but with more overtly sexual tones/purposes
minimalism rocks: that hasn't happened to me in a very long time though
Talvez96: which is why I think cuddlecore is stoopid, by the by
minimalism rocks: asshole
minimalism rocks: ROCKIST
minimalism rocks: this is why you don't like twee
Talvez96: twee is definitely for fags
Talvez96: and not the cool kind of fags, either
Talvez96: here's a fun game
Talvez96: its called "lets see if I can plug in my alarm clock despite the fact that I just spilled a glass of water all over it"
minimalism rocks: i vote YES
minimalism rocks: this new old alarm clock i bought at the thrift store is the best purchase i ever made
minimalism rocks: $1.50 and it wakes me up EVERY time
Talvez96: another observation:
minimalism rocks: ok
Talvez96: my toes are in that weird winter condition whereby they are kind of dried out in that little area in between them, the webbing or what have you, and so smell slightly dead, and yet feel quite tough and sturdy for it
minimalism rocks: i don't think i've ever really experienced that
Talvez96: what are your thoughts on toes
minimalism rocks: useless really
Talvez96: but what about BALANCE
minimalism rocks: ears are more important
minimalism rocks: ok i have to go to sleep
Talvez96: thats true
minimalism rocks: i'm tired
Talvez96: I understand
Talvez96: sleep is part of being human
minimalism rocks: i wish i could talk more about anatomy and cuddling
Talvez96: the human condition, if you will
minimalism rocks: yes
minimalism rocks: and we are human
minimalism rocks: after all
minimalism rocks: GO GO VOCODER
minimalism rocks is away at 2:58:54 AM.

Today I am 21!

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 07:14:36 GMT

1. Total amount of music files on your computer:

According to DC, 10.11 gigs. Out of 20 gigs available space.

2. The last CD you bought was:

I bought a ton of soul at once. Jackie Wilson, Otis Redding, Sly and The Family Stone, Philadephia Soul. I was GIVEN The Stills, the Constantines (all records), Brian Wilson, The Smiths, by my wonderful fucking cousin, Josh Scannell.

3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?

Mates of State- Goods

4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

Modest Mouse- Trailer Trash
Van Morrison- Sweet Thing
The Band- The Weight
Neutral Milk Hotel- Two-Headed Boy Pt. 2
Bardo Pond- Tommy Gun Angel

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to? (3 persons) and why?
Kevin Johnson, Abigail Stewart, Matthew Brown. Because I can't think of better people on this Earth. Apart from the ones Sydney has already mentioned.

Oh No Dinosaur

Sun, 13 Feb 2005 08:38:28 GMT

All thats left.

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 08:26:25 GMT

Another beautiful night. What the fuck is there to live for but that.

And oh, there are half a dozen personal things I could say right now, to half a dozen personable people, but I will say none of it here.

After all, most everything I've ever had to say has been said to death. And what hasn't, soon will be.

I love you, Abby. That deserves the spotlight. That is about all that deserves the fucking spotlight.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 08:18:38 GMT

More new song lyrics by me. Stolen from this play I wrote. Stealing my own ideas. Pretty rad.

Car

Your father had a car
He would drive it off to work.
Before driving it home again.
And when he was really worried
about something
he would drive it to the garage
and sit inside there for a while,
listening to his rock cassettes.
But when he wanted to make love
he would park it in the driveway
and come quickly up the stairs…
the best love I ever had
and somehow you were born
and you threw up everything we gave you to eat
you wouldn’t drink your milk
you bit my nipples till the blood came out
little alligator baby
your father had a car
and one day he drove it out
way off to the beaches
of Long Island New York
and when they found him there
I gave you your very first haircut
It was beautiful and black your hair
And now its turned to gold
From all the sun inside your soul
And yes your father’s dead
But I don’t give a shit
Because the only thing he cared about
Were his rock and roll cassettes

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 06:06:10 GMT

Gigantic

Our big big love

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 20:04:09 GMT

If you haven't listened to The Walkmen lately, specifically the song "The North Pole," I recommend you fucking do! Stat!

maybe it's not good and it's not bad
and maybe that's a problem that we have
cuz everybody knows
I've seen you with your new boyfriend it's funny how you look at him I
know we won't be seeing him again
cuz everybody knows, that's the way it goes
your monday morning train takes you uptown
your friday evening bus brings you back down
so here's what they're saying
I'm sincerely yours.

Does it get any better than that!? The way he sings "I've seen you with your new boyfriend"? The answer is NO!

Man some mornings I wake up and throw a record on real fucking loud and everything just rules.

Now to throw on Emma Blowgun's Last Stand.

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 07:41:10 GMT

lonely.

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 22:49:22 GMT

So! I've been bored today at work, and re-reading a bunch of my old journal entries. I am like such a fucking dickhead!? Like why do people put up with me!? I seriously annoy myself.

Also, what is up with my hamster thing's green eyes?! Thats fucked up.

Also, this song is amazing.

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:35:29 GMT

I estimate that within fifty years "yr" will replace "your" in common parlance and notation.

Also, my grandmother might pass very soon. My mother has flown to NYC. Fuck this term, honestly.

Mon, 17 Jan 2005 18:27:18 GMT

Well, another weekend to remember. Mixed feelings about this one. There's a lot to write about. Its a good thing I'm fucking sick as shit (why do I always do this to myself? I was sick in London for like an entire fucking month) so I can update. Actually, its a good thing that for some reason THE HEAT IS BROKEN IN MY ROOM AND IT IS A COLD, COLD, TOMB. All I want to do right now is lie down and sleep and sleep but the COLD, COLD, TOMB is making that difficult. I'd use the couch but my roommates are watching South Park, which I find generally annoying and obnoxious. So, yes, Livejournal.

Lately I've been playing music with Eric Lindley. He is pretty much amazing, and we have a great time together. Sydney, too, has been playing with us (for all of fifteen minutes), and things sound great. Eric will be famous some day. I got to see him play twice this weekend. Once at Sig EP's Tsunami benefit, once at Sean+Anna+Sydney+Brent's birthday party. Because I've got time I guess I'll talk about both shows. Actually I'll talk about Friday night, too, because that is kind of key in discussing why a lot of people suck. I'm good at talking about how people suck, yeah? No? Yeah?

Bone's Gate Aspen Party:

So fucking sick of BG. I love certain people there, but even those people live in this crazy drug addicted world that I have no desire to be a part of anymore. Its too bad they listen to such great music. Yeah so in detail Friday Night was: mountains of cocaine. Actually scratch "Friday Night" and replace with "Last two weeks."

Sig Ep:

Well I had a sore throat for this one, which wasn't so great. Somehow I managed to get sick for the only weekend in the term that might actually matter (pessimism). Eric played an amazing set that should have been way louder (force people to listen to you dude! it worked for Drug. sort of.) Then, apparently, someone cracked the front of his guitar pretty seriously. Looked like it had been stepped on. I guess I'm skipping ahead though because we didn't realize that part till Sunday night at Panarchy. Anyway, Fashion Fashion! played. That band, for some reason, never sounds bad (except that one time at AREA)... despite the fact that they never practiced when they were all on campus, and especially don't practice now that they're all over the fucking country. Regardless that was, I think, the only time I have ever seen a crowd press/rush at Dartmouth. People were practically on top of the stage and shit when they came on. Clearly they'll be remembered for a long time with love. Other things I'll remember from that night/day:
-Riz saying that the only people at Dartmouth who could survive in NYC would be myself, Scott Baker, and James Bovay. He said I came in last on that though. Whatever, I got me some climbing boots, I'll reach the top. Maybe.
-Exchanging looks with Lindsey Davis all through the Fashion Fashion! set taught me that I luuuuuuuuuv her very much. I wish there hadn't been a sort of falling out or whatever, such that she never hangs out with us anymore. I had no hand in that shit, I wasn't even here : (

Girls gone wild commercial just came on. "Show us where baby's feed." Remember how I was going to talk about how people suck? That seems like a good segway.

After the show we went to, uh, fucking BG. I played pong with Chris for a while. We destroyed Momo and George, twice. Then everyone went to do more Cocaine. I've dealt with drugs plenty but these are the only people I know that end- rather than start- their night with them. Thats gotta be real healthy, doing a line so you can sleep (or not sleep, and stare at a television). Like my brother said about Ecstasy: everything feels perfect, until you realize that all you're doing is watching TV, and that if you're feeling perfect while watching TV alone, you're probably not in a very healthy place. I think his exact words were "Creepy plastic" or something along those lines.
So yeah, I left before the drugs for the first time in a while. It didn't make me feel any better, though. I went home and felt like crying. I didn't, though. Haven't done that in a while. In fact I remember perfectly the last time I cried. Its really not very suprising, I guess, but that just occurred to me. I can't tell if its because I'm less sad (optimism), or because I just feel less in general (pessimism).

This South Park episode is on repeat or something. It is running for the third time in a row. Fuck its cold in here. Oh, also, I think someone might have gotten mad at me for not drunkenly kissing her... but I also think she found someone else to do so, so its all good.

Redbull commercial. Andy + I downing Vodka Redbulls at the Metro club in London was probably one of the greatest things, ever. I can't remember if it was that night or the next that we wound up spending like 20 pounds on 30 minutes of Time Crisis 3, but, damn, if that was the same night then that night was AWESOME.

I'm wandering.

Panarchy Birthday Party (night of The Casino):

So, yeah, the Casino rule? As people, as musicians. In every way, really. They rule so much that, although I'd developed a pretty serious fever by the time they showed up, I drank and had a fun time. A very fun time. I love those guys. I'm feeling it today of course. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. First, Eric Lindley. What can I say. Everyone singing along to The King of Carrot Flowers Part 1 was absolutely beautiful and lovely and beautiful. I don't really know anything better than good music. Though, as a trip to lonepine will confirm, there is nothing worse than bad music. So, yes. And Eric, you don't really need that pitch shifter. Your voice is beautiful raw.
Then The Casino. Well I don't know how else to explain their intense amazingness, even without Ben. They'll be back in April WITH Ben... so if you really want to know how good they are, go then. Because I can't explain it on my own. Brendon danced like a motherfucker, which brings me such joy, to see Brendon dancing again. Sincerely and not out of boredom. God. Beautiful. Then we played some pong and hung out. Those guys have decided that they're ending every tour for the rest of their lives at Dartmouth. That is pretty rad. This night was also the first time I liked a girl and got blocked or whatever. Love you guys, even if you left me lonely : )

And so now here I am. Feverish and tired. At least my flatmate came in and turned off that South Park episode.