Why I hate twitter. Also a cool artist.
SO I haven’t been updating here very much at all because I have become, in the past few months, a chronic twitter user. There are some things I really like about it, and I have actually met some really cool people from it. However, I am often struck by how much awesome stuff I post (naturally, because I am awesome) that no one seems to appreciate. Buaha. I mean that but in a less jerky way. I just like how I can post things I find interesting here and people can come across it years later. On twitter, if you don’t catch their interest in those 140 characters in the appropriate time-span, it’s forgotten forever. (Except probably to be found for blackmail purposes in the future.)
Here is something I twittered about that no one cared about!
This artist, John Baizley, is the fucking LEAD SINGER OF BARONESS. Besides being probably the “heavy” band I most enjoy and respect, he’s a fucking talented visual artist as well. I HATE PEOPLE LIKE THIS. Well, not really, but what’s up with them? Maybe with meth injections every morning I would be as prolific. Must work on that.
Beautiful people never have to be alone
When I was a kid I was obsessed with the sixties. I was convinced I was born in the wrong era. Perhaps made it easier to deal with the isolation of being anti-social, gave me a reason to just not fit in with my peers. Now, I have no excuse. Now I realize whatever time I was born in, I would face the same struggles, because they make me who I am, fortunately/unfortunately.
Anyway, this song always killed me.
Beautiful people
You live in the same world as I do
But somehow I never noticed
You before today
I’m ashamed to sayBeautiful people
We share the same back door
And it isn’t right
We never met before
But then
We may never meet againIf I weren’t afraid you’d laugh at me
I would run and take all your hands
And I’d gather everyone together for a day
And when we gathered
I’ll pass buttons out that say
Beautiful people
Then you’d never have to be alone
Cause there’ll always be someone
With the same button on as you
Include him in everything you do.Beautiful people
You ride the same subway
As I do every morning
That’s got to tell you something
We’ve got so much in common
I go the same direction that you do
So if you take care of me
Maybe I’ll take care of youBeautiful people
You look like friends of mine
And it’s about time
That someone said it here and now
I make a vow that some time, somehow
I’ll have a meeting
Invite everyone you know
I’ll pass out buttons to
The ones who come to show
Beautiful people
Never have to be alone
Cause there’ll always be someone
With the same button on as you
Include him in everything you doHe may be sitting right next to you
He may be beautiful people too
And if you take care of him
Maybe I’ll take care of you
Holy crap!
So, you know that song, “One Tin Soldier”? [Listen here.] Pretty, folky, teaches you about loving your neighbour and not being greedy and shit. I have personally always been a big fan. Pictured someone like Joan Baez singing it. But NO! It’s COVEN. Apparently the first occult rock band that freaked people the fuck out in the late 60s!
Jinx began and ended each Coven concert with the sign of the horns, being the first to introduce this hand sign into rock pop culture. They were signed to Mercury Records, where they put out their first album, Witchcraft Destroys Minds and Reaps Souls in 1969.
Pictures [one is NSFW!]
Just a moment…
Me, “How do you spell odyssey?”
Jeff, “Uh, look at the picture you are editing.”
New acquisitions. The Police, surprisingly good. So funny I am biased against the 80s. Also the vinyl sounds a lot better than some new expensive vinyl we have purchased. Strange.
Work outfit chronicles, day one. I always feel guilty when I post pictures of myself. What is up with that?
Guilty, baby I’m guilty
And I’ll be guilty the rest of my life
You know, you know how it is with me baby
You know, I just can’t stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine
For me to pretend that I’m somebody else
Not about anything in particular, just as, you know, a general rule of thumb.
Because blip doesn’t have it.
Making my own blip, bitches.
Except, you have the inconvenience of having to download it, woohoo!
I want to cross that line
Breathing in the night
There’s nothing else I’m needing now
The wind is at my side
And so are you
Together we will rise
Above all these words and promises we couldn’t keep
Together we will fly
Above it all now
But sometimes we will fall
From the light
But it shines on us tonight
Together we will rise
Together we will riseSurely it’s a sign now
That everything’s in tune to some kind of higher plan
Yeah surely it’s a sign
That you were right
There’s this secret line
That we’ve been denied
And we’re crossing it tonight
And together we will rise
And together we will rise
Sometimes we will fall
From the light
But it shines on us tonight
And together will rise
Past this light
And we’ll cross it here tonight
And together we will rise
Listening to The Frames is so last summer-tastic it is kind of freaking me out. Last summer was really complicated and difficult for me, moreso than any other time in my life for sure.
Release
I’m surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history’s detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn’t a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an “O”
The pyramidic containment of an “A”
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I’ve known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
Will you call me when you get there?
I think this might be my favourite album cover ever. Despite the fact that one day Joanna Newsom will steal away my boyfriend with her harpery/chirping to live in a magical forest and tame bears and make needlework. Bitch!!!
PS: How come if I wear a hat like this, I am some sort of jerk?
I just noticed she has the tired eye bags of a forty year old when she’s in her 20s like I do, sweet.
Bedhead.
Jeff with bedhead celebrating cinqo de mayo/scaring old ladies in the neighbourhood/being cute.
