d_rawk

Soundscapes is hosting shows?? I thought I must've been confused, and that this couldn't possibly be the little record store on College, but then found some pics from when Badly Drawn Boy played there ...

Crazy. How long has this been going on?

(looks like it'd be hot in there)

They called me "d rock" in highschool. Post-highschool years, as some old friends stumbled their way back into my life, it was revived.

Boring as fuck. I know.

That sucks Howler ... but good for you, beating them at their own game!

Seriously, though -- what's the problem with narcissism?

dress scantily folks!

Yeah, I'll be the dude in the hot-pants ...

Polkaroo - at the Friday night Spades show awhile back? Yeah, I heard something was funny with the beer that night. There were no such issues the following Saturday night or any other time I've been there.

Ack. There is a song about high five intimidation/apprehension that bradm's post made me think about, but I can't bring the tune, lyrics or band to mind. All I can find is "High Five Anxiety" by Nerf Herder - but I don't think that's what I'm thinking about.

Thanks a lot for burdening me with that "word on the tip of the tongue" feeling, brad

Maybe I've imagined the whole thing. (Maybe none of us really exist at all).

I should go to bed now.

Rob, nice to have met ya this year (and to have discovered that some of the same strange characters weave their way through both of our pasts ... funny, that).

Make sure to get into some trouble out there, and stay in touch with those of us not fortunate enough to have a coast to play on.

I dig salad fingers, but haven't ever checked out burnt face man.

mmmmm ... nettles ...

Sunshine -- pictures are in order here, methinks.

The Life of Pi by Yann Martel wasn't particularly funny throughout, but I got some chuckles out of it, and it was pretty uplifting too.

Oh, good call. I second that suggestion.

Don't make me go Deerfield on you, because you KNOW you don't want that...

Pride rules, baby. We're so overdue. (You don't mind it if I call you 'baby', do you?)

Seems to me they've had less chance to observe them ...

(Del ate my buttons. Just ask anyone who doesn't own one.)

50% less salt, bitch.

Haha. Button mystery solved? Perhaps!

BTW - Snelly tells me that since I've been gone for the last couple of days, when he grabs a beer little Cleo hears the bottles rattling and comes running thinking that d_rawk must finally be home. Maybe not smart per se, but definately not stupid. (And possibly an unfortunate signifier of the lifestyle choices I've made ... but that's another story ... )

(Del - FWIW - I've also co-habitated with a bird. I think it takes either an utter disdain for sleep or a special kind of patience that, clearly, neither of us possess. But then, forcing something to live under a particular set of circumstances and then killing it for being .. erm .. annoying .. under that same set of circumstances seems a little shortsighted. At best.)

I've read some decidedly unfunny fiction. (Dostoevsky?)

*shrug*

Yeah? Which part?

That means no

Where I come from

I am cold

Out waiting for the day to come

I chew my lips

And I scratch my nose

Feels so good to be a rose

Oh don't, don't you lift me up

Like I'm so shy

No no no no no

Just give it up

See there are bats all dissolving in a row

Into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go

I cannot let go

So I thank the Lord

And I thank his sword

'Tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

Oh, oh morning without warning like a hole

And I watch you go

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road

There are some dragons who were built to have and hold

And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly

And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees

(And they sting so terribly)

I do as I please

Now I'm on my knees

Your skin is something that I stir into my tea

And I am watching you

And you are starry, starry, starry

Oh, and you you will never ever

Know how very sorry

You will be

(I am)

Now I'm tumbling down

And I check a frown

It's why I love this town

Well, just look around

To see me serenaded hourly !

And celebrated sourly

Dedicated dourly

Waltzing with the open sea

Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie

Will you just look at me?

Mark Leyner ("Et Tu, Babe?", "My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist") makes me laugh, but if you're talking about who I think you're talking about, those might not be the best choices.

How about the Ladinsky translations of Hafiz ("The Gift", "I Heard God Laughing")? They are like a reset button for the soul. Because after all ...

'A poet is someone

Who can pour Light into a cup

and raise it to nourish your

beautiful parched holy mouth'

Happy b-day Jewely-Jules!

I like lucky. Not too sure about Del though.

I'm partial to both. They are, however, acquired tastes

welcome home, bitch

Had today off, feeling something approximating rested, and hoping to break my recent streak of leaving shows early owing to sleepiness.

iiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnn.

(ok, nap time, just in case ...)

Voodoo Chicken.

Oh, and I used to love the old Furnaceface shows too ...

most enticing topic description ... ever.

Ah, damn Snelly, why'd it have to be that picture???

Thanks everyone. Man, was Kevin Breit and crew incredible or what? They'd better come back -- I'm sold! Those guys took the sting out of not being in Tennessee on my b-day. I keep thinking that if I still had my old apartment across the street from the Orbit room, my week could start and end with them. It'd be like church. But rawkin'.

And against all odds -- my panties stayed dry!

Geminis - unite! Happy day, princess.