Your move, Antonius Block...

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 03:39:32 GMT

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
my arms outstretched in loving agony.

tonight

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 06:55:30 GMT

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

poem.

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 06:35:42 GMT

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
And no one you know gives a fuck.

continue?

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 03:59:18 GMT

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

White americans

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 06:23:57 GMT

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

BLOGAROO #1 - The Jesus Tornado

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:55:34 GMT

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."

BONNAROO 07 TEASER 1

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 08:45:36 GMT

"Dude, it's a tornado.
...Should we turn around?"

FULL BLOG COMOING SOON!

new developments...

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 04:27:51 GMT

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

I'm not sure what it is...

Thu, 31 May 2007 05:57:45 GMT

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.
maybe then, we'll have time to make love.

Bright Eyes @ Town Hall, NYC

Sun, 27 May 2007 08:09:13 GMT

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.

love, Christoph

Fri, 25 May 2007 06:01:52 GMT

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.

4 days to waste until salvation.

fuck.

Wed, 23 May 2007 06:43:12 GMT

that is all.

Things I am so TOTALLY over.

Tue, 22 May 2007 06:18:42 GMT

The List
This town
Brooks Pharmacy
Most girls
Living with my mom
Most holidays that aren't Christmas, Thanksgiving, or Arbor Day
Religion
Hardcore dancing
Haikus (NOT)
Worrying about stupid people doing stupid things
That $420... heh. i wish.
Barre Chords
Tapestries
Analog recordings
Sonnets
Permanent markers
Caring
The Beach Boys
Caramel
Cleanliness of living space
College
Switchblades
Marshall Amplifiers
Johnny Clegg & Savuka
Global Warming.

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

Well, I Guess I Don't...

Sun, 20 May 2007 05:09:08 GMT

Don't do drugs, now, kids.
Want to end up just like me?
Twelve toes? No fingers?

Ben

Sat, 19 May 2007 03:18:45 GMT

I am the others
Jacob is inside my head
I killed Dharma Corp.

Fight Club

Fri, 18 May 2007 06:18:30 GMT

I am Jill's nipple
I am Jack's smirking revenge
That's Brad Pitt's cock, right?

"Seriously, That Would Suck"

Thu, 17 May 2007 08:37:33 GMT

Worst surprise party
All the beer was warm and flat
No one even came

if you are michelle, read this!

Thu, 17 May 2007 08:36:40 GMT

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!

so i read this. then i was like... no, you're great. then i was like no, wait. im retarded.

you're retarded.

what i mean is:

fuck you. you're great.

peace and love, and i mean that all in the best way possible.

and congratulations on not apologizing for this post, AND for posting it. That's balls right there. 300 style. HOO-AH!

<3 ~C

such goings-on going on! you kids take it easy... stay safe... and don't get too frustrated.

And, now a treat for EVERYONE!
(my next blog!)

Fri, 11 May 2007 05:44:03 GMT

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."

SHAMELESS PROMO!

Wed, 09 May 2007 17:17:27 GMT

there will be a few more of these for other projects, companies, and media... but this cake just looks so goddamn cool!!

Days, the last few

Wed, 09 May 2007 17:06:09 GMT

So this weekend I went to bamboozle, which is a lot of stories. I will list their subjects, and you may ask for elaboration if you so choose.
diners that aren't open til 10 in the morning
being trucked around in the back of a cargo van like some fuckin iraqi pow
homemade/caffeinated candies
shame free since 1982
cakes4rockstars
The living dead brigade
taste it TV
making bad jokes and friends all at the same time
The Bendix
The Ticktock
getting lost in jersey on EVERY TRIP
girling out in belleville
Blowj
giant cake shaped like a Mother War statuette
Bearfort/Thursday
Weird Al
My Chemical Romance
Linkin Park
Taking Back Sunday

And then there's the nights in brooklyn with two wonderful, inspiring, and might i add drop-dead-gorgeous women i met named Rose and Sunshine. They are pretty hip, and way more with it than almost anyone I know. Like... they know what's up, and they're getting it done. high fives and kisses out to them. Especially cos I'd never met them before this weekend, and I'd never even spoken with Sunshine on the internet or otherwise, and I was a little... nervous? not really... just... unsure. and they were wayyy welcoming and funny and friendly. woohoo!

I went to see My Chem again last night, in worcester, ma. The MCR show was way better than bamboozle. bam-boob-zle? heh. but i didnt get to see muse, which sucks. but i went with the glazers and a linley, so that rocks... and we almost made friends on the way there, but as soon as we made friends we fuckin left them eating our dust. heh. idiots. the following is an e-mail conversation betwixt my mother and myself:

On 5/8/07, Trees Whitbeck <twhitbeck@earthlink.net> wrote:
i hope mcr was fun tonight.

Christoph Whitbeck
to Trees

yea they pretty much fucking rock.
every time... the show tonight was wayyy better than bamboozle. in almost every way,.
<3 ~C

Trees Whitbeck
to me

glad it was so good. (better reserve the f word for non-moms though) i love you, my rocking son.
mom

she's pretty cool.

HOLY CRAP

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 15:24:34 GMT

Where's professor Xavier when you NEED him!?!?!?

apparently there's kids who don't feel pain now.

sounds like mutants to meeee!

<3 ~C

nothing's gonna change my world.

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 05:15:30 GMT

2BROTB

Trout's favorite formula was to describe a perfectly hideous society, not unlike his own, and then, toward the end, to suggest ways in which it could be improved. In 2BR0TB he hypothecated an America in which almost all of the work was done by machines, and the only people who could get work had three or more Ph.D's. There was a serious overpopulation problem, too.
All serious diseases had been conquered. So death was voluntary, and the government, to encourage volunteers for death, set up a purple-roofed Ethical Suicide Parlor at every major intersection, right next door to an orange-roofed Howard Johnson's. There were pretty hostesses in the parlor, and Barca-Loungers, and Muzak, and a choice of fourteen painless ways to die. The suicide parlors were busy places, because so many people felt silly and pointless, and because it was supposed to be an unselfish, patriotic thing to do, to die. The suicides also got free last meals next door.
And so on. Trout had a wonderful imagination.
One of the characters asked a death stewardess if he would go to Heaven, and she told him that of course he would. He asked if he would see God, and she said, "Certainly, honey."
And he said, "I sure hope so. I want to ask Him something I never was able to find out down here."
"What's that?" she said, strapping him in.
"What the hell are people for?"

The only TRULY bad thing about jury duty is that even the people who don't hate it contribute to the hatred of it by addressing ONLY the fact that you really shouldn't hate jury duty whenever speaking to the (potential) jurors.

Other than that, it's just kinda boring... but I wrote some poetry and folded a paper crane and read some letters from Rainer Maria Rilke... so all-in-all not a bad experience.

Though I suggest you bring an mp3 player in addition to writing and reading material.

Being back in lj-world is weird. it's like a behind the scenes of some of my friend's lives... but more like a behind the music, cos all this shit went down already.

plus Kurt Vonnegut died. No one told me. :-/

I will blog-publish my new poems/lyrics soon. The Devil Plays Poker will not be completed for a very long time.

<3 ~C

Other than all of that, I guess if you want to make sense of things, I'd suggest the Soliloquies of Mr. Rollie Theodore Sakers. Cos he pretty much summed up everything anyone could say about the world, in the clearest way it can be said.

oh, it's alternately spelled "Raleigh" if Rollie yields no results.

a writing

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:23:17 GMT

No title - inspired by Cassadaga, among others.

Automatic writing is a sin, it's been said
You must mean ev'ry word that's coming out of your head
And through a pen to paper or your mouth to our ears
Or a microphone,
computer screen
turned into electricity

We'll tune in to the message to see what's going on
A paper or a poem, a novella or song
It's pouring out of everywhere to get to my mind
So I carry an umbrella if I'm going outside

Introspection, outrospection? Everything's clean
If you read the Bible, do you know what it means
The son of Man was sent to us to teach us how to pray
And start a new world order on his dying day

Is that passion gone?

A psychedelic sundial, it sits on the floor
Reminding me that time is something I should ignore
But the seconds passing through me don't all happen at once
Though the memory's as though it did

The past will stay the past as long as we are alive
And probably after that, as well, to our minds
An afterlife's an afterbirth I just can't grip
The memory's the only thing that truly exists

A summer day in pouring rain with friends in a park
A playground with a jungle gym and love in our heart
Soda pop at concerts in a bubbly swirl
A beautiful new smile on a beautiful girl

Is that passion gone?

Is that passion gone?
No, it carries on
In a memory
Shared by you and me.

hmmm

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:13:50 GMT

some thought provoking lyrics.
in a song that will get you nowhere.
in a world where music you've never heard of wins.

which is funny. because probably not a lot of people have heard of it.

Urban Hipster
the new gangster
frontin’ by the club
New wave mannequins
packin’ haircuts
instead of packin’ guns
Magazines
from overseas
won’t teach you how to feel
They trade in their hearts
for indie rock charts
to tell them what is real

When did they assume putting on a costume
Gave them a right to ostracize?
Out of the woodwork, art aficionados...

Answer one question:

Where is the line?
Between your fashion and your mind
Where is the line?
‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!
Where is the line?
To be yourself is not a crime
Where is the Line?
‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!

She sells street cred
with no smile
at the local record store
She’s acting the role
and dressing the part
pretending to be bored
The truth about conformity
is it bites without a sting
Trends come and go
but when you're alone
it doesn’t mean a thing

Here today, but forgotten tomorrow.

"When did they assume putting on a costume gave them a right to ostracize?"