9.27.2010
midlife crisis #17
What is the purpose of being here, you know like... alive, breathing, walking, talking, sleeping... here on earth??? I have some theories but what about the obvious. Is the purpose of being here to just drink tequila in the same bars over and over, or is it to eat frozen pizza at three in the morning, or watch 17 episodes of Community in a row, or taking a bath (who wants to see that anyway?), or self-destruction, or using someone to cheer yourself up, or just wasting week after week after week, or bashing a pinata full of booze at a little kids birthday party, or falling in love only to end up more miserable, or telling yourself that everything is okay when it really isn't, or throwing the ball for your dog over and over and over and over and over and over and over?
I have a bunch of friends who are married, nearly married and/or have kids. I do not particularly want these things. I know that my friends probably pity me because I'm single, and depressed, and have no faith in relationships. And they probably pity me because I don't understand how getting married and having kids is just a part of life that we all have to join in cause, cause, cause, cause... we just do. But here's the thing, almost everyone I know is stressed out, exhausted, bored and in some cases just plain miserable. I'm not saying everyone, but a lot of them just want to sleep. They just want to turn the lights off and sleep. They don't have the energy to get crazy or the time to be spontaneous. Are they happier? More content in life? Possibly. Possibly not. Maybe they question the purpose of life just as much as I do, or maybe they pity me because they think they have it all figured out. But what exactly have they figured out??? I say that they have figured out nothing! Not a damn thing, and that they are just as confused as I am, and that all you can really do is drive a...
9.24.2010
Blackbird
For the last five days... Um... 120 hours, I've been finishing off on my play Blackbird. I've been eating less, and sleeping even lesser, and living through my characters. I've been speaking in their voices, in the shower, at the kitchen table, under the covers... but finally, oh my god finally, it's fucking done! At least the first draft is done. It's a 55 pages of... what, you want me to ruin it? It really kicked my ass. I have only one goal this year, what's left of this miserable 2010, get my play put on. We will see... now I'm headed to the bar.
9.16.2010
Never Let Me Go
I just saw the film Never Let Me Go. Its just perfect. A flawless adaptation of the exquisitely written novel by Kazuo Ishiguro. The film captures every nuance of the story and characters, and in some cases even elevates what made the book so powerful. I assume it will win many awards and spark just as much debate. I highly recommend seeing the film just as much as the reading the book.
Madlib
The album is great, but I had no idea how off the hook the promo is! Check out that dancing, smoking midget?! Holy shit!
9.14.2010
The Adventures of Lil' Syco Part 2
Met up with my old pal Garett. He drove me over to his new crib in Echo Park (he was pissed that I was already three sheets to the wind), I admit I was kind of a mess. He was starving so we grabbed a burrito at the local roach coach, fired up the DeLorean and time traveled back to skid row for some seriously slammin' drinks at the tequila bar Las Perlas. Oh hell yeah.... NO! SLEEP! TILL! BROOKLYN! er... LA! All I know is... we better find some hookers tonight.
The Adventures of Lil' Syco
Today got a little out of hand at Mary and Jon's. Push ups are hard! Balance is hard! Life is hard! Yogurt is not my friend! One too many shots of Milagro and I decided to take a stroll/spin/puke around the neighborhood. NO! SLEEP! TILL! BROOKLYN! er... LA! Let's get this party started bitches!!!!!!!!!! Somewhere along the way I lost my shoes. Fuck me!
Aziz and R. Kelly
I dare you to watch all 22 episodes of Trapped in a Closet. I have... and it's fucking awesome. "God... please don't let this man open this closet. He looks at the closet, I pull out my beretta, he walks up to the closet, gets close up to the closet, now he's at the closet, now he's opening the closet."
9.11.2010
Blonde Redhead
Mmmm.... New Album drops September 14th. You can listen to the whole album here- www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=129376996
9.09.2010
Hmmm....
I'm very curious about his new album. I've been hearing that The National have been playing on tracks, which just seems like the weirdest pairing. It's like... somber and giddy go on a road trip, hit a deer and get in a horrific rollover car accident. There's blood all over the dashboard, in your hair, in your socks, but... a marshmallow does a dance in your mouth. Ummm... what? I like the sound of this cut though.
JACKASS 3D
I will be there, in the theater, drunk off my ass, the 3D goggles dangling off my chin as I laugh like a damn idiot. I'll probably end up on the floor, covered in sticky and foam. It'll be sooooooo worth it.
9.08.2010
9.05.2010
Yeasayer
I'm cuckoo obsessed with Yeasayer right now. I really just can't seem to get enough. Although just this week I've been feeling like I need to take a lengthy break to avoid complete overdose. I do that with bands, just play tracks over and over and over until I can't stand them anymore. These live performances are the shit, reallly different sounds than the albums. I've yet to see them live, keep missing chances in Seattle.
Small Black
I like this band. Brooklyn. And the lead singer looks just like my friend Dave. Sort of.
9.02.2010
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