This Year's Model.

2014

Keep The Cheque Close.

We'll Be Right Back.

while lurking on youtube, I found this gem of a show, the Eric Andre show,  and I have to say, it makes feel less awkward of feeling awkward. just a little less.



sometimes its cool to celebrate the sprites of being bizarre.

The Scene That Heeds My Celebration.

The scene that was my ground zero for all that is holy and inspiring music. I wish I was around to appreciate it as much as I do the memory. this video sums it up pretty well..

Owen Wilson's Calming Tone.

The Label of Disenchantment.

I marauded in front of this brooding crescendo
to this disheveled voice;
I tilt my head down
upon the spotlit parking space,
trying to feel a spark
in a despondent snowstorm;
or the glory of an exposed false prophet.
the label of disenchantment
looms over like a single rain cloud,
but the hope in it still dries me up,
as long as I can stay awake.

This Month's Model.

June 2014

1. Parquet Courts - Instant Disassembly
2. Dylan Evan - House Shows Suck
3. The Orwells - Who Needs You
4. Mac DeMarco - Treat Her Better
5. Buttertones - Reminiscing
6. Planning for Burial - 29 August 2012
7. Martha - 1997, Passing in the Hallway
8. Patterns - Our Ego
9. Roomrunner - Vaporize
10. The Fall - English Scheme
11. The Art Ensemble of Chicago - Theme De Yoyo
12. Protomartyr - Maidenhead
13. Cheatahs - Loon Calls
14. Crystal Antlers - Jules' Story

And Now We Wait...

The Rules of Noir.

Everybody's Got Secrets.

Bagpipes and Bagdreams.

An Ole to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Before It Gained Its Label.

God Can Do Whatever He Feels Like, As The Prayers Are Just His Fan Mail.

Rocketman.

This Month's Model.

April 2014

1. Mac DeMarco - My Kind of Woman
2. Frankie Cosmos - Bottom Lip
3. Skaters - One of Us
4. Liars - Pro Anti Anti
5. Nice Try - No Good
6. Dreamed - Izumi
7. Eagulls - Hollow Visions
8. Buttertones - Tequila Mockingbird
9. Literature - Push Up Bra
10. White Lung - St. Dad
11. Coloured Balls - Won't You Make Up Your Mind?
12. Swearin' - Here to Hear
13. Boa Constructors - I Wrote My Baby

For 'Murica.

Is Life a Farce or Just a Malicious Comedy?

I read the story of girl committed to an insane asylum at the young age of 25. She was outgoing and friendly, and showed no signs of mental illness. However the doctors were convinced she was crazy, so they gave shock treatment. Soon after a few shock sessions, she became soon idle, unsociable, and not the same person she used to be. Eventually, she was lobotomized, which only made here mental state worse, as she became mute, unresponsive, and pretty much what you'd expect from someone who'd been lobotomized. For the 45 years of her life, she'd would stare at walls and wonder aimlessly; Only the shell of here former-self.

The reason why this story in particular is so fascinating to me, was because she completely sane when she was checked in. No different from anyone of the norm. The only reason she was checked in was she wanted to move away from her parents entanglements and lead an individual life to her own. But her parents refused and decided to send her to the loony bin.

This is the story of Gennie Pilarski.

Put a Lid on Shirley Temple, for He Makes A Sleek Drink.

A master at his craft. But for those of you who don't know, that's Arnold Palmer. If you still don't get the joke, that's totally cool, but you should probably read more.

And Even in the Wake of Self-Realization of What The Leopard-Faced Children Said To Me.

“As long as on the earth endures his life To deal with him have full and free permission; Man's hour on earth is weakness, error, strife.” ― Goethe

The One Who Murdered Slain for Their Blood.

I was reading up on Elizabeth Bathory, and I know read her article a few years back, but I came back to it and wanted to remember it for later. She was a royal back in the 16th century in current day Hungary, where she was obsessed of looking young forever. To this end, she had murdered and slain over 300 young girls and poured their blood into a bathtub where she would soak in it, in the hope this would keep her young. Because of her high nobility, she herself was not sent to death or chained in prison, but was to be house arrested in her castle for the rest of her life. She's the real life processor to mystics like Dracula and vampires. So I thought, that's pretty cool.

For the Love of Ice Skating.

Spooking The Crap Out of the World.

It's Really All in the Hips, Jackass.

Happy Gilmore. In 8-bit. Perfect.

The Sound That Defines Us, That Aligns Us, and Collides Into Us.

It's a bit old, as the festival has came and gone, but this short film is pretty cool and I'd like how it subliminally lists the band both in sight and sound. Like Stephan Malkmus says, "You can never quarantine the past."

A Return to the Modern Age.

He comes and returns! My golly, New York will return to the modern age, once again. Save us from the drudge the music scene is spewing. Kill these zombies of your blast of your coolness.

This Month's Model.

February 2014

1. Drowners - Ways to Phrase a Rejection
2. Hospitality - Rockets & Jets
3. The Smiths - The Night Has Opened My Eyes
4. Hatcham Social - Lion With A Lazer Gun
5. Communions - Cobblestone
6. Swim Deep - Honey
7. Toy - Conductor
8. Teenage Cool Kids - Foreign Lands
9. The Chemical Brothers - The State We're In
10. Public Access T.V. - Monaco
11. No Joy - You Girls Smoke Cigarettes?
12. Babes - Modern Lover
13. Cheatahs - Northern Exposure
14. Drop Nineteens - Kissing the Sea

A Thought About Time in the 4th Dimension.

I saw was a post on reddit jokingly saying how time was like a circle, but it got me thinking about the axis of time (the 4th dimension), as I have always believed to be more of a single axis straight line.
(To be quick, 1st dimension is a single line only going one way or another; 2nd dimension is more a flat plain of field going left/right & forward/back: 3rd dimension is the state we live in where besides left/right, forward/back, we can move up/down; 4th dimension is considered as time as it goes either to the past or the future, or pretty much a 4th way of a direction in our universe.)
However, upon the consideration of alternate universes, in which the variations of possible outcomes increase with the forward of time, it makes me think that time is actually more like a triangle then a line.
For example, in a family tree, the amount of people grow though generation looking kind of a triangle, with each person on that tree able to change its fate between getting many SOs & have a buttload of kids or sadly die alone. However, at the 1st generation that person has limited opinion to change much as the possibilities will only grow after each generation.
I dunno, maybe there is probably a deeper meaning to everything to things we do not understand. Or maybe this fact already exist. But for now it was just a thought that just came to me and I'm open to discussion.

You Only Notice The Buildings When They Tear It Down.

Death is greatly underestimated in its omnipresence and its blow to the ones you know. A classmate of mine, never really close, but would smile and share a chuckle or two. Seemingly the happy-go-lucky guy but would tell you when somethings isn't right or the morals in it isn't there. Was family-close guy, knew what he wanted and always accepted the just of things. He was a good if not a great person. And it's weird you only notice these things when actually leave suddenly.
There wasn't really a thought if he'd be the one to leave so soon. I'd really thought it would a bunch of other people who would be the first to meet the man in the black cloak, myself included. The choice of the roulette wheel favours no one.
'All farewells should be sudden but only if we suddenly prevail.'

In the Hopes That Dreams Do Come True & Buffalo Wings.

For as long as I can remember, I always keep a book with me in case I need to make a note of something. As a reference, please watch that scene in Memento (by Christopher Nolan) where the chick takes all the pens in the house, talks smack to the guy who can't remember anything and watching him trying to make note of it before he forgets, in which he does.

One of these pages I try to keep close with me, is my bucket list, cause in life, you got to have goals or some sort of plan to keep your life meaningful and not to suck. On the list are some realistic goals while others are pretty far out of reach:

1. Move away from the town I grew up in. (aka Planning my prison break)
2. Meet Bill Murray before he loses his Murray-ness to time.
3. Get Knighted by the Queen (or King) and everyone around me HAS to refer to me as 'Sir' (but mainly to be a British Nobleman)
4. Ride the Vomit Comet (experience zero G)
5. Pudding Wrestling with some chick
6. Treat Mother to eat some buffalo wings at Hooters
7. Go to the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka and give them the finger
8. The Ramen Museum in Yokohama, outside of Tokyo somewhere...

But keep in mind, Don't stop believin.

This Is Why Everyone Tells You Not to Drink the Kool-Aid.

I was reading up upon something, I forgot what, but it lead to a wikipedia spiral that ended up this article. Jim Jones seemed like that outcast that became in love with himself, his church that defined cults, and a promised world that would deliver those to Russia. It's interesting how someone can promise you all the good things in life only to spoil it with a sip of grape flavoured poison.

Caught in a Prime Directive State.

At times, the 4th dimension creates an internal conflict in all of us. I mean the delusion of time and of age. I look around and seeing what everyone else is doing. I scroll though the pictures and watch the videos, and I can't help but to walk along the same roads they were, but its never the same feeling or maintains that same notion. The 20s will go by very fast, or so I hear as my facial hair refuses to stop growing or something. I'd kinda wished I would be 13 forever.
When I kinda think about it, I first always wanted to be an astronaut. To move around in zero G, to ride the rocket out of the earth and explore the cosmic unknown. To boldly go where no man has gone before! But first we have to accomplish creating a craft that can reach and with stand warp speeds. Otherwise, were Prime Directive state.....  I talk too much.
But can't stop trying to make something. Regardless of how much will look goofy. Goofy is what I know. And possibly the best of Mickey Mouse characters, though how he can talk and not Pluto hits my head. Like a honeycomb Saturn afternoon.  

Understanding What the Smiths Were Talking About.

What can I say when there many synonyms to describe sorrow and misfortune. As facebook was created to watch the success of those peers. To make themselves feel special and unique. To feel as if life was not being wasted and to leave those who don't behind to taste the dirt around them.  For my bitterness is self-affected with only the winds from the moon and the night around will come to console or attack what I have left on the surface. As I don't think I'm strong enough to overcome the height of stands in front of me, there's nothing else I can do for it will burn within me until it can swallow me into the smolder of perished.

The Creation of Impressing the Modern Man, Years Ago.

If you were to see this movie now, you wouldn't have noticed its landmark ingenuity or its impact of film and technology. If you were there those years ago, you'd think how badass Stanley Kubrick was is. He predicted the iPad, video calling, and the idea of a moon colony. C'MON!

This Month's Model.

January 2014

1. The Prophets - Yes, I Know
2. Parquet Courts - You've Got Me Wondering Now
3. Video Nasties - HNB
4. Specialist Morgen G - Taped for Money
5. Outer Limits Recording - Black Dog
6. Everything But the Girl - Bittersweet
7. Patterns - Face Marks
8. Django Reinhardt - When Day is Gone
9. Barons - I Hope I Please You
10. Giuda - Wild Tiger Woman

The Sun Return to Hit Again.

Slowdive has reunited. YES.

The World Seems Quiet When I'm Standing High Above It.

Though the wraiths of mist in the wind,

For I stare into the eyes of sonder;

As the buildings below become obtuse,

I don't recognize this place any more.

The Vices I Avoid & How They'll Laugh At Funeral.

What's the point in living if you can't feel alive?
But why can't I ever feel those feelings that secludes my spirit repeatedly and ever so?

Lights Out Awakened and Melted a Soft Shell in Me.