Jonny Rotten on Judge Judy
This is a song by Gabriel Bruce. It is the first song I ever heard by him. From the internet I have gathered very little about Gabriel Bruce. He lives in London, he has a deep voice, he can dance. Of course because of his voice he will get compared to Nick Cave. Also, his style is pretty Nick Cave. In fact, listening to Gabriel Bruce often makes me want to listen to Nick Cave. By that last sentence I do not mean to imply that Gabriel Bruce is merely some inferior rehashing of Nick Cave. What I mean to imply is that I very, very much enjoy listening to Gabriel Bruce’s album “Love in Arms”, but sometimes it isn’t enough, but it is all he has, so when the album is over I turn on a Nick Cave album. That way I can prolong the experience. This is the sort of singer/songwriter stuff I can get really into. There are, like, none acoustic guitars. Also, whenever pop music is sung by a baritone I pay attention. Also, concise storytelling, and great dance moves. I don’t know. This isn’t the sort of thing I usually get super into, but I think it’s super worth checking out and wish you would just check it out already.
My friends made a music video, and it is a good music video, and by “good” I don’t mean “good for a band from my small town”. What I mean is that even if I didn’t barbecue with these guys, or make jokes about boners with these guys, or play horse shoes with these guys, or dance party with these guys I think I would still be impressed by/really like this video/song. My friends are incessantly impressive. Hopefully you like this video too.
I walked under a fire escape splashed with gasoline.
I walked past a sweatshop buried in a warehouse
where dozens of women were sewing garments.
I got a job as a waiter in a downtown restaurant.
I walked past a sweatshop buried in a warehouse.
My father lent me the car on Saturday nights.
I waited tables in a downtown restaurant
and ate in the kitchen with the other waiters.
My father lent me the car on Saturday nights.
I took my girlfriend to the beach for parties.
I ate in the kitchen with the other waiters.
Everyone laughed at my enormous appetite.
I took my girlfriend to the beach for parties.
She wanted to get married, get pregnant.
Everyone laughed at my enormous appetite.
I wanted her so much I thought I’d die of it.
She wanted to get pregnant, get married.
I wrote a poem about a closing steel door.
I wanted her so much I thought I’d die of it.
I got a job in a warehouse next to a factory.
I wrote a poem about a steel door closing.
I walked under a fire escape splashed with gasoline.
I took orders in a warehouse next to a factory
where dozens of women were feeding machines.
- Edward Hirsch, “At Sixteen”
This is a picture of my best friend Molly. The photo was taken the summer of 2008, my favorite summer. Yesterday was 4/20/2013. Molly and I met for the first time 8 years ago yesterday. She was at Hemp Fest with Matt and Hunter, and I was friends with Matt and Hunter and they saw me, walked up to me, and asked me to do a backflip. I did a backflip and they introduced me to Molly. A year later we moved to New Zealand together. Now we are adults. We are both working on our second bachelor’s degree. In August she is getting married to a guy who is cool. Earlier today we planted tomato and bell pepper seeds in little peat moss cylinders. Whenever I need a haircut I send Molly a text message and she comes over and cuts my hair. Sometimes I have to go to her house. I think she does a fine job. None of this is really going anywhere, but I remembered this photo yesterday and it is easily the best photograph I ever took and I love my best friend Molly.
Check out my alright band. We’ve got some tapes if you’re in Boise, Olympia/Seattle, Spokane or Moscow. Also it’ll be downloadable next week.
Fugazi is the best fucking band.
“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS
On this day in 1982, Sci-fi writer Philip K. Dick died in Santa Ana, California.
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It’s my birthday! 24 hour party for life!
