Me: I'm going on a cruise to the caribbean on sunday.
Andi: Yeah. I was going to do that exact thing... then my accident happened.
Me: Oh. shit. I'd better be careful.
Andi: Noooo, i didn't mean it like that
Comic strip worthy.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
another dream
I've had several very spiritual moments in my life where i felt completely connected to the universe and the creator. The one time that I often cite is when I was 6 years old and I laid on my driveway after doing sidewalk chalk and looked at the stars. I prayed that I would one day be a musician and play in bands for people across the world.
Last night I had a similar experience. After eating dinner, I went to hang out with Justin and Maggie so that I could spend as much time with her before she left. In the process I saw my friend, Hunter, who had just gotten back from France. Two beautiful birds in one stoney night. I came home and talked to Grease for a while. I went to sleep, but had this odd restless sensation overwhelm my body. I thought about that prayer that I made when i was 6. So I had this urge to just pray again. Like i did in the old times, ya know? So I laid there in bed. I looked out of my window in my completely alone apartment. And I prayed outloud. I confessed things that I've done and regretted, I confessed dreams bottled in, and I laid everything out. Although this seems pretty intense, it really only lasted 2 minutes.
Then I fell asleep instantly.
Here is what i dreamt:
We were all about to take a picture for your birthday.
it was at my grandparent’s old house.
We walked outside and you looked at me and gave me this long hug. When you finished hugging me, the bulls saw me.
you had a bull and a baby bull, they wanted to kill me, but they were being constrained by an old friend’s greyhound named Presta. *
There was a baby bull that was not constrained but would try and jump on me and kill me but was too weak to do so.
Once all of the girls gathered in the yard for the picture, I was still in the middle of the yard being stared down by the angry creatures.
Finally presta was too weak to hold the bull, and it came at me fast.
I was being chased around and around in the yard.
I was with someone who was close to me being chased, but I don’t know who it was.
And the bulls were definitely after me more than he. He was just afraid.
Finally I jumped over the fence and the bulls could not get me.
Your friends were waiting out in the front yard for me.
And we would gather our chairs and have a picture there.
Then I woke up.
*note: I think she’s dead in reality, but she was saving me in this dream.
Now I have no clue what this dream means. The bull could represent UT, Spain, or anything really. The fact that there is a small bull and a large bull could mean that it could represent choices, or even people that i'll meet there. The idea that I have someone helping me fight back these enemies, but that person is too weak frightens me. Fortunately I escape it in the end, and I come back to the party i guess.
This is all really frightening to wake up to.
-andy
Last night I had a similar experience. After eating dinner, I went to hang out with Justin and Maggie so that I could spend as much time with her before she left. In the process I saw my friend, Hunter, who had just gotten back from France. Two beautiful birds in one stoney night. I came home and talked to Grease for a while. I went to sleep, but had this odd restless sensation overwhelm my body. I thought about that prayer that I made when i was 6. So I had this urge to just pray again. Like i did in the old times, ya know? So I laid there in bed. I looked out of my window in my completely alone apartment. And I prayed outloud. I confessed things that I've done and regretted, I confessed dreams bottled in, and I laid everything out. Although this seems pretty intense, it really only lasted 2 minutes.
Then I fell asleep instantly.
Here is what i dreamt:
We were all about to take a picture for your birthday.
it was at my grandparent’s old house.
We walked outside and you looked at me and gave me this long hug. When you finished hugging me, the bulls saw me.
you had a bull and a baby bull, they wanted to kill me, but they were being constrained by an old friend’s greyhound named Presta. *
There was a baby bull that was not constrained but would try and jump on me and kill me but was too weak to do so.
Once all of the girls gathered in the yard for the picture, I was still in the middle of the yard being stared down by the angry creatures.
Finally presta was too weak to hold the bull, and it came at me fast.
I was being chased around and around in the yard.
I was with someone who was close to me being chased, but I don’t know who it was.
And the bulls were definitely after me more than he. He was just afraid.
Finally I jumped over the fence and the bulls could not get me.
Your friends were waiting out in the front yard for me.
And we would gather our chairs and have a picture there.
Then I woke up.
*note: I think she’s dead in reality, but she was saving me in this dream.
Now I have no clue what this dream means. The bull could represent UT, Spain, or anything really. The fact that there is a small bull and a large bull could mean that it could represent choices, or even people that i'll meet there. The idea that I have someone helping me fight back these enemies, but that person is too weak frightens me. Fortunately I escape it in the end, and I come back to the party i guess.
This is all really frightening to wake up to.
-andy
Monday, December 28, 2009
applesauce, mashed potatoes, jello, oatmeal, etc.
With my recent removal of the ol' tonsils, i've reached a new level of dreaming. I don't know if there is necessarily a scientific explanation behind my subconscious, but i truly blame it upon the amount of oxygen that i've been able to breathe as a direct result of the surgery. I can smell and breathe significantly better, which gives me immeasurable joy when I think about the next girlfriend that I have not having to put up with my incessant snoring throughout the night. Because of this oxygen flow to my brain being more clean and direct, I truly believe that i've been sleeping better. If i haven't been dreaming better, it's a definite curiosity that i've been dreaming more. In my dream I see images of myself jamming on a banjo with some dude on the drums in a movie theater in california. I see noelle, chris ulsh, claire, and alexander biggins all huddled around playing soccer (or futball because it's european location) and passing the ball back and forth.
It's still pretty hard to talk though. With my throat swelled, talking is equivalent to walking through mud. Sex dreams happen but are often intertwined within the intermissions in my concerts in movie theaters or halftime during our futball games.
God, I can't wait until i'm fully recovered. Even though my entire entertainment is comprised of checking off movies on my to-see list, and reading books that i've had for years but never read, the thought of being utterly stupid and drunk on new years eve with friends downing jack daniels seems like a description written on heaven's "you want it, but you're not even close" travel guide. I ignore phone calls simply because it's a chore to speak to any living being. I've learned that a large amount of our relationship with dogs is audio based. No matter how much i motion for them to come to me or play with me, without the cute "Hey bailey, come heeeerreeee!", it's pointless. Rebecca and Jimmy will often times call the dogs to me, just to try and make me feel more like a functioning human being.
Regardless, I am content with my decision to remove the tonsils, and I have read and watched a large amount of really top notch shit. I just wish that everyone in the world was going through what I was, so that applesauce wasn't always compared to filet mignon.
It's still pretty hard to talk though. With my throat swelled, talking is equivalent to walking through mud. Sex dreams happen but are often intertwined within the intermissions in my concerts in movie theaters or halftime during our futball games.
God, I can't wait until i'm fully recovered. Even though my entire entertainment is comprised of checking off movies on my to-see list, and reading books that i've had for years but never read, the thought of being utterly stupid and drunk on new years eve with friends downing jack daniels seems like a description written on heaven's "you want it, but you're not even close" travel guide. I ignore phone calls simply because it's a chore to speak to any living being. I've learned that a large amount of our relationship with dogs is audio based. No matter how much i motion for them to come to me or play with me, without the cute "Hey bailey, come heeeerreeee!", it's pointless. Rebecca and Jimmy will often times call the dogs to me, just to try and make me feel more like a functioning human being.
Regardless, I am content with my decision to remove the tonsils, and I have read and watched a large amount of really top notch shit. I just wish that everyone in the world was going through what I was, so that applesauce wasn't always compared to filet mignon.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
El Presidente De El Mundo
My life according to Raekwon- Only Built For Cuban Linx Pt. II
Packing for spain. Awaiting a phone call to record a song at the studio. Regretting not following the signs of my glasses twin. Nursing exhaustion, not a hang over. Gathering ornaments for my hang out with christmas tree face today. Wanting Pizza.
mmm... pizza.
Being diabolical. Hating that I must be diabolical. Thinking about my surgery. Frowning at my new years plans. Got a tan from eating too many carrots. What's that sound? I think that it's christmas.
Today I will be encouraging
Packing for spain. Awaiting a phone call to record a song at the studio. Regretting not following the signs of my glasses twin. Nursing exhaustion, not a hang over. Gathering ornaments for my hang out with christmas tree face today. Wanting Pizza.
mmm... pizza.
Being diabolical. Hating that I must be diabolical. Thinking about my surgery. Frowning at my new years plans. Got a tan from eating too many carrots. What's that sound? I think that it's christmas.
Today I will be encouraging
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I quit smoking.
And it's for good. And that IS good.
There have been lots of people in my life that have pushed me one way or another in the process of smoking (Hi, Andi). Unfortunately, the majority of the people who I hang around promote it. Even under a year ago, the two most important people in my life, Andi and Ricky, hated it. This didn't stop me.
Nowadays it's hard to find a good best friend or girlfriend who DOESN'T smoke cigarettes.
Just my luck as I quit smoking on saturday.
"WHAAaaaaAaaaaaAAAAAaat?! Why saturday?!"
Well, I graduated, duh. Don't you check facebook or hang out with me and stuff? I want cigarettes to forever be a stupid kid thing. It's either that or they become an old man dying thing. If you smoked cigarettes when you were younger, but quit, you did it because you needed to be real with your life. And if you consider cigarettes a "wild side" to your past then congratulations, you have one i guess (a wild side).
If you DON'T quit then you just get bad skin and have birth defects.
So I quit. The only problem is-- Mom and Dad think that I quit a long time ago. I don't get the satisfaction of informing them of my decision. But I shouldn't be complaining. After all, I don't deserve it one bit. First of all-- I had the habit to begin with. Second-- I hid it from them.
So there you have it. Good lungs (well, not as damaged as they could be), less anxiety, and better saturday and sunday mornings.
You won't see me in the smoker's circle outside. Come inside and keep warm with me. I'll talk your ear off. I know how to be social. After all, i AM an...
ex-social smoker,
-andy
*note: i DO recognize the greatness of a cigarette. I had some great memories and met the finest of people. But the positivity is not the subject of nicotine for me anymore. It is the subject for you, or your friend. YOU can write about that.*
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
she's got arms. but she's got legs.
She's got some legs.
Helps me out,
kicks me down
She's got arms.
Carries me,
lifts me,
she's got LEGS.
wraps around me,
makes me silly
She drives me,
smokes me,
sells me,
but it's not
about ME
where does SHE go
when i'm not in her home?
Where do those legs go.
Helps me out,
kicks me down
She's got arms.
Carries me,
lifts me,
she's got LEGS.
wraps around me,
makes me silly
She drives me,
smokes me,
sells me,
but it's not
about ME
where does SHE go
when i'm not in her home?
Where do those legs go.
Friday, December 11, 2009
image consulting
When you get high, do you do what i do?
I think about myself and what i love and what i hate. I feel like those who don't smoke pot refrain from smoking because they might expand too much on what they hate. It's scary every now and then, and a large portion of drugs touch on this element of the ambiguous self identification.
So, i'll walk you through this:
I know what I am, but I also know what I want out of it. I always focus on three things-- my music self, who i am romantically attached to, and how i will continue to stay as happy as I am right now for the rest of my life (this part mainly deals with jobs and boring stuff)
In terms of music-- I have a hard time with who i am musically. The goal is to be the person that i sell. The goal is to write songs and be the image that is there in it's genuine entirety. Bob Dylan is Bob Dylan. He can pull of being who he is because he's an asshole. If people don't take shit that he says, he doesn't care. He is Bob Dylan. I want to be the modern John Denver or Cat Stevens. Anything that I can do to achieve this, I attempt. Graduating will give me sooooo much more time to work on music.
Romantically speaking-- I'm pretty happy. I just need a girl on my level. Someone who's going through what i'm going through. That way we can help each other out. I like a girl who actually gives a fuck about my music, and goes to my shows, ya know? a muse. Okay okay I guess this ties back in to music again. But that's the first rule-- any girl I date needs to know that I'm dating my music. I'm cheating on it with her.
Continuing happiness-- someone very significant told me tonight that I've always wanted to write positive songs. I didn't really realize that I told people that until she said it. She said that i've always wanted to write an Andrew W.K. song. Ok fuck. I'm talking about music again.
Well so what? I like it.
but i also like YOU and me. And your dogs. and your hair. and your glasses. and etc.
and etc.
-andrew michael, a little trunk off branches
I think about myself and what i love and what i hate. I feel like those who don't smoke pot refrain from smoking because they might expand too much on what they hate. It's scary every now and then, and a large portion of drugs touch on this element of the ambiguous self identification.
So, i'll walk you through this:
I know what I am, but I also know what I want out of it. I always focus on three things-- my music self, who i am romantically attached to, and how i will continue to stay as happy as I am right now for the rest of my life (this part mainly deals with jobs and boring stuff)
In terms of music-- I have a hard time with who i am musically. The goal is to be the person that i sell. The goal is to write songs and be the image that is there in it's genuine entirety. Bob Dylan is Bob Dylan. He can pull of being who he is because he's an asshole. If people don't take shit that he says, he doesn't care. He is Bob Dylan. I want to be the modern John Denver or Cat Stevens. Anything that I can do to achieve this, I attempt. Graduating will give me sooooo much more time to work on music.
Romantically speaking-- I'm pretty happy. I just need a girl on my level. Someone who's going through what i'm going through. That way we can help each other out. I like a girl who actually gives a fuck about my music, and goes to my shows, ya know? a muse. Okay okay I guess this ties back in to music again. But that's the first rule-- any girl I date needs to know that I'm dating my music. I'm cheating on it with her.
Continuing happiness-- someone very significant told me tonight that I've always wanted to write positive songs. I didn't really realize that I told people that until she said it. She said that i've always wanted to write an Andrew W.K. song. Ok fuck. I'm talking about music again.
Well so what? I like it.
but i also like YOU and me. And your dogs. and your hair. and your glasses. and etc.
and etc.
-andrew michael, a little trunk off branches
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Home. Health. Turkey.
A conversation with my father. Him discussing a movie with me...
"Have you heard about the movie that came out that's a comedy about the Muslim country?"
"No, is it good?"
"I haven't seen it yet but I heard it's just hilarious."
"Well how is it a comedy? Is it exploring the comedy in the Muslim countries or is it just making fun of it?"
"I think it's just making fun of it."
"...That doesn't sound funny."
"No andy.. you gotta give these things a chance."
Thanksgiving (or any holiday for that matter) is dedicated to politically bashing me. Even to the point of viewing cultural respect as negative and stereotyping as positive. I was asked last night why I don't like Rush Limbaugh. This seems ridiculous as that-- even people who DO like Rush Limbaugh know why people don't like him. Constantly repeating universal political knowledge is so tedious when I go home.
I lost my wisdom teeth today. I'm surprisingly recovering well. 4 movie marathon, hydrocodone, and a care package from ma' girl. I'm literate already! The mind works, the homework flows, and I took off classes until Tuesday. I really really needed this time to sigh and relax. Who would have known it would have been caped in tedious political mouth dumping and pulling of teeth?
To those who are shaking-- the removal of wisdom teeth is NOT a bad experience. Follow the rules, take your pills, don't put too much strain on your mouth, and watch movies or play video games to occupy your time, and you'll be fine.
Movies of the day:
1. Gran Torino
2. Ghostbusters 2
3. Let the Right One in
4. Man of the Year
We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me. Wisdom Teeth removal is pretty fun.
"Have you heard about the movie that came out that's a comedy about the Muslim country?"
"No, is it good?"
"I haven't seen it yet but I heard it's just hilarious."
"Well how is it a comedy? Is it exploring the comedy in the Muslim countries or is it just making fun of it?"
"I think it's just making fun of it."
"...That doesn't sound funny."
"No andy.. you gotta give these things a chance."
Thanksgiving (or any holiday for that matter) is dedicated to politically bashing me. Even to the point of viewing cultural respect as negative and stereotyping as positive. I was asked last night why I don't like Rush Limbaugh. This seems ridiculous as that-- even people who DO like Rush Limbaugh know why people don't like him. Constantly repeating universal political knowledge is so tedious when I go home.
I lost my wisdom teeth today. I'm surprisingly recovering well. 4 movie marathon, hydrocodone, and a care package from ma' girl. I'm literate already! The mind works, the homework flows, and I took off classes until Tuesday. I really really needed this time to sigh and relax. Who would have known it would have been caped in tedious political mouth dumping and pulling of teeth?
To those who are shaking-- the removal of wisdom teeth is NOT a bad experience. Follow the rules, take your pills, don't put too much strain on your mouth, and watch movies or play video games to occupy your time, and you'll be fine.
Movies of the day:
1. Gran Torino
2. Ghostbusters 2
3. Let the Right One in
4. Man of the Year
We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me. Wisdom Teeth removal is pretty fun.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
One swing ahead of the sword
Last night we went to sleep early and both had nightmares. I'm not really sure how this occurs when this is not a common event for two people to do. It DEFINITELY does not promote the idea of going to sleep early.
I feel as though anything that I write in here would be cheesy as fuck right now and so as a result, I hold my tongue (or fingers) when I really wish that I could completely translate the overwhelming burst of joy that is surging through me. Once you begin to be in a relationship with someone, you start noticing things that you say to be the EXACT things that you rolled your eyes to before.
Except for now, I not only don't roll my eyes, but I yearn for more of those moments and sayings.
Although I promised myself NOT to talk about liz and I, I would just like to point out something specific that sets us apart from every other girl that I've been with: When I first realized that I really, really liked liz, I wanted to hang out as many times as we could. So...let's throw a number out there. How about 3,000?
3,000 hang outs? can we do it. She and I think so.
So what constitutes a hang out? Well it has to be she and I physically together somewhere. The amount of time doesn't really matter, but we have to have them each separated by time periods where we are not together. For example-- If I go over to her house for a couple hours, then go to band practice, then go BACK to her house to do something then that is 2 hang outs.
One can note how they can accumulate quite rapidly.
Currently, miss Elizabeth Fox and I are at our 66th hang out. We decided that, as long as we can keep this up, we don't really need anniversaries, just every 100th hang out we do something great. Okay, I'm sorry. No more blogging about my heart.
Big kiss,
-big beard
I feel as though anything that I write in here would be cheesy as fuck right now and so as a result, I hold my tongue (or fingers) when I really wish that I could completely translate the overwhelming burst of joy that is surging through me. Once you begin to be in a relationship with someone, you start noticing things that you say to be the EXACT things that you rolled your eyes to before.
Except for now, I not only don't roll my eyes, but I yearn for more of those moments and sayings.
Although I promised myself NOT to talk about liz and I, I would just like to point out something specific that sets us apart from every other girl that I've been with: When I first realized that I really, really liked liz, I wanted to hang out as many times as we could. So...let's throw a number out there. How about 3,000?
3,000 hang outs? can we do it. She and I think so.
So what constitutes a hang out? Well it has to be she and I physically together somewhere. The amount of time doesn't really matter, but we have to have them each separated by time periods where we are not together. For example-- If I go over to her house for a couple hours, then go to band practice, then go BACK to her house to do something then that is 2 hang outs.
One can note how they can accumulate quite rapidly.
Currently, miss Elizabeth Fox and I are at our 66th hang out. We decided that, as long as we can keep this up, we don't really need anniversaries, just every 100th hang out we do something great. Okay, I'm sorry. No more blogging about my heart.
Big kiss,
-big beard
Saturday, October 24, 2009
You never wanted it to be this way
You ain't got no money
But it's okay
Hey hey mama, i'm gonna feed ya
Hey mama i'm gonna feed ya
That man wants to fight and he's 6' 10
He's got sin in his eyes
Smells of gin
A bad man never keeps a woman
Blue, blues, countin' on them blues
Back them blues
Come on come on blue
Comin' back from California
Mama I'm gonna heal ya
You ain't got no money
But it's okay
Hey hey mama, i'm gonna feed ya
Hey mama i'm gonna feed ya
That man wants to fight and he's 6' 10
He's got sin in his eyes
Smells of gin
A bad man never keeps a woman
Blue, blues, countin' on them blues
Back them blues
Come on come on blue
Comin' back from California
Mama I'm gonna heal ya
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Magic
http://radiomilwaukee.podbean.com/2009/10/12/bon-iver-live-at-the-riverside/
On the porch. Perfect day. Bon Iver.
Mmmmm. No more creature fear. Just magic.
On the porch. Perfect day. Bon Iver.
Mmmmm. No more creature fear. Just magic.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2009/10/08/neill.uk.love.never.dies.cnn?iref=videosearch
"Love Never Dies" is the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera. I know, I know... sounds like bullshit. BUT Andrew Lloyd Weber wrote and composed it. I really (REALLY) don't know what to think. Tugging at hearts and memories could be good... but also devastating.
I don't know what to think.
"Love Never Dies" is the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera. I know, I know... sounds like bullshit. BUT Andrew Lloyd Weber wrote and composed it. I really (REALLY) don't know what to think. Tugging at hearts and memories could be good... but also devastating.
I don't know what to think.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
What are we doing here?
Once again Norway has taken the honor of being named best country in the world to live in, heading off Australia and Iceland to win for the second consecutive year. The Norway post announced the accolade, which is based on the United Nations Development Index. The top three places remained unchanged from 2008 and the top ten featured only one change as France reappeared at number 8 at the expense of Luxembourg.
The rankings consider life expectancy, education standards and GNP (gross national product) per person.
My personal votes are for Iceland. Which leads me to the question-- What are we doing here in America? The place we are currently living in (considering those reading this live where I do) is ranked 13th. I have no ties to this nation other than family. I feel as though if I were to move with 3 or 4 friends to another land, the only tie I would feel would be my subconscious understanding that I will be an American the rest of my life.
And maybe I will be. But, one thing is for sure-- Iceland is pretty fucking tempting.
The rankings consider life expectancy, education standards and GNP (gross national product) per person.
My personal votes are for Iceland. Which leads me to the question-- What are we doing here in America? The place we are currently living in (considering those reading this live where I do) is ranked 13th. I have no ties to this nation other than family. I feel as though if I were to move with 3 or 4 friends to another land, the only tie I would feel would be my subconscious understanding that I will be an American the rest of my life.
And maybe I will be. But, one thing is for sure-- Iceland is pretty fucking tempting.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
found it.
Why have I found it in coffee?
When you find it, you know it. I've found it in coffee. I've found it in lots of things, but recently it's been in coffee. The fish will agree, my conversations have been better around him with a little C bean in my spine. Naturally with this new addiction comes negative outcomes-- mine have been headaches. Give me the brown drug. Give me the warm, or iced, drug of America-- Coffee.
The curse:
"The one who likes the other person the least has the most power in the relationship."
The problem:
The person in power has the least amount of fun.
...I'd rather have fun than power. But then again-- I'm not practical all the time. Simply just a selfish shellfish.
-andy
When you find it, you know it. I've found it in coffee. I've found it in lots of things, but recently it's been in coffee. The fish will agree, my conversations have been better around him with a little C bean in my spine. Naturally with this new addiction comes negative outcomes-- mine have been headaches. Give me the brown drug. Give me the warm, or iced, drug of America-- Coffee.
The curse:
"The one who likes the other person the least has the most power in the relationship."
The problem:
The person in power has the least amount of fun.
...I'd rather have fun than power. But then again-- I'm not practical all the time. Simply just a selfish shellfish.
-andy
Saturday, October 3, 2009
at home:
I am a black hole.
No, no, not of like loneliness or anything. I only mean that I'm a black hole of ambition. I always have these grand plans of hanging out with my family, recording a song, practicing guitar, reading a book, etc. but i will only end up sitting around doing nothing. It's not that i don't like doing nothing. I suppose it's just that i'm so comfortable here and am content with... "mentally coasting".
There are always dogs, great food, and my favorite chair.
my favorite chair:
I am a black hole.
No, no, not of like loneliness or anything. I only mean that I'm a black hole of ambition. I always have these grand plans of hanging out with my family, recording a song, practicing guitar, reading a book, etc. but i will only end up sitting around doing nothing. It's not that i don't like doing nothing. I suppose it's just that i'm so comfortable here and am content with... "mentally coasting".
There are always dogs, great food, and my favorite chair.
my favorite chair:
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
On my mind
Feelin' high
I'll get back to you in time
Further down
Underground
You always ask me what's on my mind
Well give it up
Your favorite stuff
You'll kill your hair with all that dye
Bee bee stings
Magic things
You've got a red eye
Ohh oh ohhhh
I'm in love with a woman
But she's a Delilah woman
She'll cut my hair and give me up
I've got reasons to love you
But you're a Delilah woman
And all the strength inside these bones
Couldn't bring you home
Feelin' high
I'll get back to you in time
Further down
Underground
You always ask me what's on my mind
Well give it up
Your favorite stuff
You'll kill your hair with all that dye
Bee bee stings
Magic things
You've got a red eye
Ohh oh ohhhh
I'm in love with a woman
But she's a Delilah woman
She'll cut my hair and give me up
I've got reasons to love you
But you're a Delilah woman
And all the strength inside these bones
Couldn't bring you home
Monday, September 21, 2009
\m/
It's happening.
I'm listening to heavy metal again. It's just time for something new. I think that I blame this partly on Grease for wanting it as well. I also blame it a little bit on Winnie for letting me show her the newest Tool album. With the help of master Johann Leach, I've been able to get back into this stuff.
So check it out, this is what I like:
Agoraphobic Nosebleed
They're my fav. There are so many old school albums that I need to pay attention to again though. Who knows. maybe i'll get a viking tattoo or something one of these days (lolly lol).
-andy
I'm listening to heavy metal again. It's just time for something new. I think that I blame this partly on Grease for wanting it as well. I also blame it a little bit on Winnie for letting me show her the newest Tool album. With the help of master Johann Leach, I've been able to get back into this stuff.
So check it out, this is what I like:
Agoraphobic Nosebleed
They're my fav. There are so many old school albums that I need to pay attention to again though. Who knows. maybe i'll get a viking tattoo or something one of these days (lolly lol).
-andy
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Let's stay in doors and puzz. We could go to hobby lobby and buy some. I've got some mixes that I need to give to some friends,
OK. how about this: YOU work on your homework while I sit down and thumb through my collection. I'll even make you one. I could draw cool things on it and make it personal. Maybe inside jokes about our post apocalyptic lives going to shit but still being oddly more fun than now. OR! We could thumb through the yellow pages and go to the Christian section and drink whenever we see a fish. ...I should delete that part, I feel kind of bad typing it.
Gotta go travel up north to Orange Land where I record my sounds and drink the C bean.
-andy
OK. how about this: YOU work on your homework while I sit down and thumb through my collection. I'll even make you one. I could draw cool things on it and make it personal. Maybe inside jokes about our post apocalyptic lives going to shit but still being oddly more fun than now. OR! We could thumb through the yellow pages and go to the Christian section and drink whenever we see a fish. ...I should delete that part, I feel kind of bad typing it.
Gotta go travel up north to Orange Land where I record my sounds and drink the C bean.
-andy
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
koombaya, coombaya? Coombai (ya?)
my lord.
O-K what do you think about energies? No, no, I don't mean battery energy, i mean hippie energy. I guess that I should preface what I'm getting at:
I was sitting there watching dexter (best tv show ever) and everything was calm. Even the lighting resembled that of a well mood maintained, peaceful painting. I believe that I was drinking some type of really dark tea and taking a sip when Chris Walker starts banging on the apartment door. Completely losing my mind, I jump and wonder what the fuck is going on.
I open the door, and he enters SUPER hyper and giddy followed by the lovely Emily Childress. Turning off the television, we all hang out for forever, but I feel something. It's that energy we were talking about earlier.
I felt as though I didn't know what to do. Helpless. I don't know why? I think that it's because I was so used to being alone and calm and then this abrasive and electric energy pops into my life. MY energy didn't clash well and I felt really out of it. I always kind of thought that the energy thing was a little bit bullshit, but this really affected me for about an hour after they entered. I had to completely shift the zone that I was in.
I don't know. But I'm taking that stuff seriously now.
Oh yeah, watch this guy do things on screens:
O-K what do you think about energies? No, no, I don't mean battery energy, i mean hippie energy. I guess that I should preface what I'm getting at:
I was sitting there watching dexter (best tv show ever) and everything was calm. Even the lighting resembled that of a well mood maintained, peaceful painting. I believe that I was drinking some type of really dark tea and taking a sip when Chris Walker starts banging on the apartment door. Completely losing my mind, I jump and wonder what the fuck is going on.
I open the door, and he enters SUPER hyper and giddy followed by the lovely Emily Childress. Turning off the television, we all hang out for forever, but I feel something. It's that energy we were talking about earlier.
I felt as though I didn't know what to do. Helpless. I don't know why? I think that it's because I was so used to being alone and calm and then this abrasive and electric energy pops into my life. MY energy didn't clash well and I felt really out of it. I always kind of thought that the energy thing was a little bit bullshit, but this really affected me for about an hour after they entered. I had to completely shift the zone that I was in.
I don't know. But I'm taking that stuff seriously now.
Oh yeah, watch this guy do things on screens:
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
"Well I don't really want to get into it, but these three girls live underground...No, no, he can die, but he lives forever because he can come back whenever he wants."
-Andrew McGill
Phone conversations we walk in on are so odd.
I think that I hear angels in my ears.
It sounds like throwing marbles against a mirror
-andy
-Andrew McGill
Phone conversations we walk in on are so odd.
I think that I hear angels in my ears.
It sounds like throwing marbles against a mirror
-andy
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
It's not that I lost an arm or a leg,
It's not like that at all I guess. It's more along the lines of my arm or leg just ended up running away from my body. Although you can function and do the normal tasks that you do on a day-to-day basis, you can't do them as effective or as well as you did before. The only trick to this scenario is that in my case, i'm fully aware that my arm or leg will come back to me and attach itself to my body.
Even with all of that though, I still have to live with the fact that I don't know WHEN my missing limb will return back to my well functioning body. In the meantime, just like people who have lost limbs, I will learn how to cope without it within time, and when it returns to me, I'll have an improved body.
Sorry for the analogy. But this has happened several times in the past in cases that I've run across. Specifically the departure of Tomas Olano. In this situation The Eastern Sea suffered for a while as they tried to attach temporary parts to their already functioning body of music. although Tomas wasn't the MAIN guy in the band, he contributed a large portion to the music, feel, and overall central scope on where they should go. It is very apparent that his role was irreplaceable, not as a bassist, but as a member of the creative union. After returning, the eastern sea had maintained a working and (excuse the bias) perhaps best live set up it's had ever. Once Tomas reunited, the band appeared to be an improved body of music. Tomas= limb, Eastern Sea=body.
Now why the hell am I talking about this?
Well if you're reading this because you know me, then you should feel ashamed for asking me that. If you're a rando who found my blog, then I'll be happy to fill you in:
I have a best friend. And by best friend, I mean there are few people in your life that you feel spiritually connected to. It makes me sad to think that there are still people that exist in my day-to-day interactions that may not know of whom i'm speaking. The person that I'm referring to, of course, is Ricky Jaen.
The old soul trapped in a child's body. Both the old man and the child never agree with each other, and so they end up discovering things to teach the two sides of his personality. As a result, he becomes frustrated, obsessed, and (quite literally) insane when trying to express his imagination through any physical, vocal, or mental outlet. Because of this battle of the two ages within his body, he forever tries to find a way to seek the complete inner tranquility that he has already far surpassed long ago. I don't think that any other being in this world has inspired me more than Ricky. Together we've created universes that would never exist, and (at times) possibly should never have existed. He is my best friend, and his journey is beyond what I can help him with now.
No. he's not dead.
He's moved to Spain. He'll stay there until it is time for him to leave. If you haven't ever met him, then I would make it a point at some time in your life to introduce yourself. Your life will be blessed, and he will be eternally grateful for coming into contact with another human being. He is my arm and my leg, he is my best friend and my greatest inspiration. I will see you soon, good friend, enjoy your travels and continue your magic.
-andy
It's not like that at all I guess. It's more along the lines of my arm or leg just ended up running away from my body. Although you can function and do the normal tasks that you do on a day-to-day basis, you can't do them as effective or as well as you did before. The only trick to this scenario is that in my case, i'm fully aware that my arm or leg will come back to me and attach itself to my body.
Even with all of that though, I still have to live with the fact that I don't know WHEN my missing limb will return back to my well functioning body. In the meantime, just like people who have lost limbs, I will learn how to cope without it within time, and when it returns to me, I'll have an improved body.
Sorry for the analogy. But this has happened several times in the past in cases that I've run across. Specifically the departure of Tomas Olano. In this situation The Eastern Sea suffered for a while as they tried to attach temporary parts to their already functioning body of music. although Tomas wasn't the MAIN guy in the band, he contributed a large portion to the music, feel, and overall central scope on where they should go. It is very apparent that his role was irreplaceable, not as a bassist, but as a member of the creative union. After returning, the eastern sea had maintained a working and (excuse the bias) perhaps best live set up it's had ever. Once Tomas reunited, the band appeared to be an improved body of music. Tomas= limb, Eastern Sea=body.
Now why the hell am I talking about this?
Well if you're reading this because you know me, then you should feel ashamed for asking me that. If you're a rando who found my blog, then I'll be happy to fill you in:
I have a best friend. And by best friend, I mean there are few people in your life that you feel spiritually connected to. It makes me sad to think that there are still people that exist in my day-to-day interactions that may not know of whom i'm speaking. The person that I'm referring to, of course, is Ricky Jaen.
The old soul trapped in a child's body. Both the old man and the child never agree with each other, and so they end up discovering things to teach the two sides of his personality. As a result, he becomes frustrated, obsessed, and (quite literally) insane when trying to express his imagination through any physical, vocal, or mental outlet. Because of this battle of the two ages within his body, he forever tries to find a way to seek the complete inner tranquility that he has already far surpassed long ago. I don't think that any other being in this world has inspired me more than Ricky. Together we've created universes that would never exist, and (at times) possibly should never have existed. He is my best friend, and his journey is beyond what I can help him with now.
No. he's not dead.
He's moved to Spain. He'll stay there until it is time for him to leave. If you haven't ever met him, then I would make it a point at some time in your life to introduce yourself. Your life will be blessed, and he will be eternally grateful for coming into contact with another human being. He is my arm and my leg, he is my best friend and my greatest inspiration. I will see you soon, good friend, enjoy your travels and continue your magic.
-andy
Sunday, August 23, 2009
All I want is a fishin' pole
I want some chicks that will lay
I want a dog to howl around
I want a small lake
but all I need is a stick and a string
cuz all I really want is a fishin' pole
No, really.
Catch your own fish,
Eat your own catch
Find some chicks that'll lay
that'll lay all day
A dog to howl around
I want a small lake
But all I need is a stick and a string
Cuz all I want is a fishin' pole
I want some chicks that will lay
I want a dog to howl around
I want a small lake
but all I need is a stick and a string
cuz all I really want is a fishin' pole
No, really.
Catch your own fish,
Eat your own catch
Find some chicks that'll lay
that'll lay all day
A dog to howl around
I want a small lake
But all I need is a stick and a string
Cuz all I want is a fishin' pole
Friday, August 21, 2009
I made a trade
Spencer found a place in my heart.
Although his stereo hurt my feelings and his brakes weren't something to write home about, he's been a loyal vehicle to me.
I've slept inside this black SUV on multiple occasions, and gone to far away lands without even asking his permission.
Now why am I saying goodbye to spencer?
Well. it's not goodbye. it's- "see you soon."
Is that alright? I think it is.. I'm trading him for my brother's Avalon for about a year.
Jimmy needs something to carry his canoe, and his car isn't capable enough.
Spencer will oblige.
So what am I getting out of this?
Well. I'm getting a low to the ground luxury car. It's leather and has a smooth ride.
Is it worth trading for spencer?
all the memories, the feeling you get when you change gears, the broken gidgets and gadgets...
no.
But i will do it anyway for about a year.
Although I SHOULD be writing a blog about Ricky, Caitlin, or Grease being missed, I feel that it is appropriate to begin my depression over the loss of a guy that has been with me whenEVER i needed him, without question.
Good ol boy, Spencer.
You will be dearly, dreadfully missed.
2006:
Although his stereo hurt my feelings and his brakes weren't something to write home about, he's been a loyal vehicle to me.
I've slept inside this black SUV on multiple occasions, and gone to far away lands without even asking his permission.
Now why am I saying goodbye to spencer?
Well. it's not goodbye. it's- "see you soon."
Is that alright? I think it is.. I'm trading him for my brother's Avalon for about a year.
Jimmy needs something to carry his canoe, and his car isn't capable enough.
Spencer will oblige.
So what am I getting out of this?
Well. I'm getting a low to the ground luxury car. It's leather and has a smooth ride.
Is it worth trading for spencer?
all the memories, the feeling you get when you change gears, the broken gidgets and gadgets...
no.
But i will do it anyway for about a year.
Although I SHOULD be writing a blog about Ricky, Caitlin, or Grease being missed, I feel that it is appropriate to begin my depression over the loss of a guy that has been with me whenEVER i needed him, without question.
Good ol boy, Spencer.
You will be dearly, dreadfully missed.
2006:
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Music is just a bunch of lines put together in a cool way.
Well, by lines I mean soundwaves. Just wavy lines. And you just place these wavy lines in a certain fashion and it is appealing to the person who witnesses it.
So check it:
We not only make these lines happen, but we now have the technology to RECORD and VISUALLY see them and PLACE them in whatever order we want by the use of computer programs and other machines.
So lines are moments in recorded time.
We move around these moment lines in whatever way we want. When the lines are parallel and compliment each other, we have music.
that, my friends, is the real theory behind music. just wavy lines of recorded moments placed together in a pleasing way.
...i need to go to sleep, maybe i won't be homeless tomorrow?
-andy
Well, by lines I mean soundwaves. Just wavy lines. And you just place these wavy lines in a certain fashion and it is appealing to the person who witnesses it.
So check it:
We not only make these lines happen, but we now have the technology to RECORD and VISUALLY see them and PLACE them in whatever order we want by the use of computer programs and other machines.
So lines are moments in recorded time.
We move around these moment lines in whatever way we want. When the lines are parallel and compliment each other, we have music.
that, my friends, is the real theory behind music. just wavy lines of recorded moments placed together in a pleasing way.
...i need to go to sleep, maybe i won't be homeless tomorrow?
-andy
Monday, August 10, 2009
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