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blueberry muffins on a nice night off
goodbyes and hugs and kisses to my love
a drive home in the rain and tears and texts
and summertime is on it's way, I hear
It's just a continent away, I hear.
guitars in corners, silence fills the room
it's not the silent sleep for which i long
it's more a desolationto consume
my thoughts with fear, love with despair and death
and california, california... hell.
in all it's beauty that shore looks like death
or maybe afterlife, I cannot tell
I wish that shore would turn her back to me
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| tonight |
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| 01:46am 11/12/2007 |
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hello, internet
Hello, Christoph.
how are you doing this fine, slightly bored evening?
Splendid. All parts running smoothly. Communications at 32% of maximum capacity.
Oh. cool. Any news from my friends?
One new message on MySpace.com. Six new messages on Gmail. One hundred and forty-six new posts on Livejournal.com.
Wow that's a goddamn lot. What's everyone writing about?
College, Music, Life, Love, Bullshit, The Magna Carta, and New Jersey.
Oh. everyone's still alive then?
Everyone whose life concerns you, yes.
Oh. you know a lot, huh?
I am knowledge.
That's not true. You're just communication. without the knowledge of people, you would be nothing.
Internet?
...internet!??
fuck. i think i broke it. I'm so sorry, guys, i didnt mean to offend the internet. i guess it's better left alone. im so sorry, everyone... call me, i guess?
<3 ~Christoph |
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| 02:21am 06/07/2007 |
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I spend all my workdays daydreaming of sleep
Then spend all my nights playing Mario Three
I wake every morning upset at the time
but then I just waste it away
I'm hating on players and hustlers and hoes
Then flirting and fucking and doping my nose
I'm turning my back on myself in my mind
I might as well throw me away
I'm writing to post this to internet blogs
Although I don't know any kids on my block
I wave to them walking when I drive to work
They don't give two shits about me
And so we progress in this suburban state
Don't notice the change happ'ning evéry day
Our minds decompose and our bodies grow old
I guess that's why I'm so happy
I'm stealing my meter from Omaha songs
I don't know the words, but I still sing along
And everyone says, "Man your lyrics are great"
And I say, "Thanks ever so much."
Allusions are theft of ideas and art
Just put 'em together, and take 'em apart
Then your words and Shakespeare's are one and the same
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| 11:56pm 27/06/2007 |
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i dont really wanna write more about bonnaroo right now. so i might just sort of sum it all up in one last blogaroo.
but honestly i dont wanna do even that.
so here's the deal.
if 5 of you really want to read my blogaroo, ill post it.
too bad i have no life and cant blog about anything current huh?
but the police are still living in the past, too, though, so that makes it cool, i guess.
comment your demands.
<3 ~C |
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| 02:20am 21/06/2007 |
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White Americans, what?
Got nothin' better to do?
Why don't you kick yourSELF out,
You're an immigrant, too!
Who's using who
What do we do
Well you can't be a pimp
And a prostitute, too!
~Jack White, "Icky Thump"
It's really a very good rap. And I'm glad he's experimenting with the medium of spoken words. The next few White Stripes albums will change music forever.
<3 ~C |
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| BLOGAROO #1 - The Jesus Tornado |
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| 04:43am 20/06/2007 |
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mood:  sick music: The Flaming Lips - Vein of Stars
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A Short Amusing Anecdote
"The Jesus Tornado"
- On the way to Bonnaroo (late wednesday night - Bonnaroo opens on thursday morning) -
Interstate 81 South... I think in Virginia, maybe W. Virginia. The road is 3 lanes... but it's pretty decently busy for being about 1 am on a Thursday morning... Mostly trucks, but a bunch of cars, too.
So I'm driving, Will's in the passenger seat, and Claudia's asleep in the back. Will's lightly napping and I'm just chilling, listening to some Radiohead or some The One AM Radio... and all's well, for the most part.
Outside, It's a bit rainy. Though not so bad where we are, there is quite a bit of lightning in the distance all around. None behind us, but to both sides and up ahead, there are bright flashes of light maybe every 5 seconds. The sky is completely overcast, and fog is starting to build at ground level as we travel towards the storm.
So we're on this straight stretch of road, and in the distance, I see this column... this really narrow cone shape pointing straight down in the clouds ahead. And I'm sort of intrigued, cos it looks like such a strange light formation, with all the lightning all around.
And then I realize, It's a fucking tornado.
Directly ahead of us, forming a small clearing in the clouds is the funnel. And there's trucks all around us driving towards this thing, and no one's braking... no one's turning around... and so I'm freaking out. I go to Will, "Will is that a tornado?"
And Will sort of wakes up a little bit and looks ahead of us, and goes "HOLY SHIT, It's a tornado! ...should we turn around?"
"I don't know, man... I don't think I can... no one else is. dude, wake up Claudia, this is incredible!"
"Claudia. CLAUDIA!"
"What? what is it?"
"It's a Tornado!"
"Holy shit. We should... should we turn around?"
And so we're all kind of wired, looking at this column of cloud DIRECTLY ahead of us. The lightning's still going strong all around, and the rain's picking up a little bit... and you can CLEARLY make out this giant spire ahead of us. And I'm wondering why I'm not seeing tractor trailers and pickup trucks like crashing down all around me... or like cows flying through the air... But I'm kind of glad, cos that means we're probably not headed right for it... right?
So then we come up over the top of this really shallow hill we've been climbing, and yes, the road does curve on up ahead to the left, before the Tornado, but then we see... It's not a tornado at all.
It's a giant crucifix about 50 feet tall over the next hill... and it's lit from the bottom so that the shadow of the middle "mast" part is this really long cone straight up, with blackness in the middle, and clouds lit up slightly on either side.
It's Jesus. Not a tornado. WTF West Virginia... Not cool.
<3 ~C
BLOGAROO TEASER #2:
From my seat at this point, I can touch at least 3 people who are smoking marijuana...
Lewis Black: "I promise you. This moment, that we are sharing right now, is as good as it's ever gonna get." |
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| 12:22am 04/06/2007 |
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I am very tired, it's 12:22 am on 6/4 and i've been up since 7:30am on 6/3, after 3 questionable hours of sweaty sleep.
This has been one of the better weeks of my life.
I started 2 rock bands... They don't have final names yet, but do have [[hypothetical ones]].
Today was the first true "band practice" of [[The Jack Collins Band]]. The members of the band present at the practice were Myself - Viola, Tom Severino - Drums, Andrew Perusi - Bass, Al Lisi - Acoustic guitar, and Dan Mallek - vocals.
It was un-be-fucking-liev-a-ble.
in approximately an hour and a half, we played to a GOOD sound... not decent, not ok, not 'put together'... GOOD. 4 songs. and it was so much fun.
So I'm not gonna really be blogging too much for a whiule.
I have other matters to attend to.
muchlove. I'm going to bed now.
<3 ~C |
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| 01:57am 31/05/2007 |
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but it's us.
We're a generation raised by school shootings
We're the children of the age of terror
Our teenage rebellion was against the hippies
Our role-models carry guns and sell crack
Our high schools were goverened by G. Bush & Co.
We had no civil rights once we turned eighteen
There's booze in our lockers, there's hatred in our hearts
And it looks like we might never fit in
We're all so sick of working jobs that we truly hate.
And money's so low in our system of values
We want to do what we love, to hell with the rest.
And smoke cigarettes cos we don't care.
We're all going to die of cancer.
Cos only Africans die of AIDS
And everything else, there's a cure for
And we smoke cigarettes cos we don't care.
We've had our fill of lies from the mouths of those in power
we've had our fill of lies from television
we've had our fill of lies from all those who ought to matter
we've had our fill of lies from the liars.
We're a generation raised by cellular phones
We're the children of txt msgs, who invented youtube.
We were raised by .com, and technology
And abandoned by both.
We're all on myspace, we're all on facebook
We're all made up names, we're all information
We haven't climbed a tree since middle school
We haven't played on playgrounds in a year.
Our parties are above-ground pools, or dank and beery basements.
Our photos are all digital, our albums witty titles.
Our food is fast, our liquor strong, our minds are getting number
We think shooting coca-cola is a lyric by the beatles
or aerosmith.
We'll be trapped inside the suburbs, as our country's prices rise.
We'll be buying smaller cars with every oil hike.
we're the last touring bands without horses.
We're the last middle-class to fly in planes.
But maybe then, we'll have time to find jesus.
maybe then, we'll have time to make love.
maybe then, we'll find we're doing something that we really like.
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| Bright Eyes @ Town Hall, NYC |
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| 04:00am 27/05/2007 |
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Dear "No One Would Riot For Less" and "Lime Tree",
Thank you so much. I never knew what it felt like, to be in the song. But in the music tonight... It was like drowning in a sea of warmth. And I think it must have been you. The performance tonight was stellar, all around, but I'm not generally one to cry at concerts in which no one is graduating... So thank you,
Love always, Christoph
Dear "Conor Oberst",
You are a really good songwriter, and a highly entertaining performer. Maybe it's a little sad you don't take the performance aspect very seriously... and to you it's just "false advertising"... but even with that, your musical performance is something incredible. And it's ok you didn't know the starting pitch to "Cleanse Song" that one's a little weird. Also, take it easy on the liquor onstage.
Love always, Christoph
Dear "Front gate ticketing",
Thank you guys SO SO SO much for those seats. I didn't even know it was sitting down, but sitting 5 seats from center at the edge of the stage, front fucking row, to my first ever bright eyes concert? That's so amazing. It was really fucking good. Thanks a million!
<3 ~C
Dear "Oakley Hall"
You put on an incredible show, I got both of your CDs and I will DEFINITELY be seeing you again. Kudos on a job well done, I hope you enjoyed it nearly as much as I did!
Much love, Christoph
Dear everyone reading this,
How jealous are you? I hope not TOO jealous. Unless you're Will Rutledge. Will, you are an idiot for not going. I don't even know what it is you think was more important... and not to like, make you feel bad... and I'm sorry if I do. Just get your priorities straight, brosef.
j/k will! love you! and there will be more bright eyes shows, im sure of it. Ill tell you all about it when we chat soon. and im WAY stoked for rocking out.
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| 01:58am 25/05/2007 |
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have you ever been so out of sorts that you begin to question everything?
im not even real, and these things are not happening.
and how is anything wrong if nothing even matters?
"is my wife a money-grubbing whore?
...these are questions."
I need this so badly i begin to question whether i need it.
which is a bad question to be asking, given the current state.
i havent slept since february.
and tonight's no different.
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| Things I am so TOTALLY over. |
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| 02:06am 22/05/2007 |
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( the list )
There better be a band fucking soon.
5/22/07
"Banana peels and coffee grounds."
What? You threw it out!?
And in the kitchen garbage!?!?
...that's the worst garbage.
and also...
"High School" [[[5/21/07]]]
Too much Mountain Dew
Running naked at midnight
All your favorite bands
and also...
"Why would they play Spiderman 3 at midnight?" [[[5/20/07]]]
For Jim
Worst birthday ever
Too much waste on spiderman
Four and a half hours |
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| Well, I Guess I Don't... |
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| 01:08am 20/05/2007 |
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Don't do drugs, now, kids.
Want to end up just like me?
Twelve toes? No fingers? |
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| 11:18pm 18/05/2007 |
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I am the others
Jacob is inside my head
I killed Dharma Corp. |
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| Fight Club |
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| 02:17am 18/05/2007 |
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I am Jill's nipple
I am Jack's smirking revenge
That's Brad Pitt's cock, right? |
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| if you are michelle, read this! |
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| 04:32am 17/05/2007 |
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mood: sick music: none
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some things that ought not be posted as comments, but are in direct reply to your blogs.
- if you are michelle, this may be in response to YOUR blog!
( M. Caruso )
( M. Peters )
And, now a treat for EVERYONE!
(my next blog!) |
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| 01:43am 11/05/2007 |
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Good music used to inspire me to make good music.
now it just depresses me that im not making good music.
and will never make as good music.
i dont like it here.
"and as for smoke without fire... i've already laid in the flame." |
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| SHAMELESS PROMO! |
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| 01:06pm 09/05/2007 |
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there will be a few more of these for other projects, companies, and media... but this cake just looks so goddamn cool!! |
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