iDallas!the circles are converging and closing… the time for bringing in new nodes is dissolving. Who will continue to be the socialites, and who will just settle for whatever’s left?
It’s a sad state of affairs in many ways, but some people are just so short-sighted. It’s sometimes pretty hard to look beyond today, or even tomorrow, but there is always another day. And if there isn’t… well, it doesn’t really matter anyway.
bless me,
me and my heart of steel
for I have been touched
by an armor-piercing magic
a spirit that defies all logic
and transverses all space.
a pile of rubble
is sitting on my head.
it sort of hurts, but I can move a little
to get a better position.
and that helps.
I’m currently trying to poke out one
of the rocks with my tongue, so I can get
a sweet taste of real, fresh air.
Cosmo Brown and Konkrete Jungle last night!
It was fun.
I came home and made a beat that I think I still like today… though it’s slower than I remember.
I’m getting to this point where I just have to put some stuff up on this site for you all to take a gander at… Then I’ll have to deal with comments, I guess.
aie!
I’m still having trouble keeping my focus. I’m interested in a million different things around me all the time. That’s good, but sometimes maybe I’m not really so interested as I might think… maybe I’m just looking for something to distract myself with because I’m having trouble committing to actually finishing anything…
I am starting to feel a bit of a reluctance to really commit something… I guess I’m still young, but it seems to be increasing a bit. I’m less sure of myself all the time.
Breakbeat Era was lots and lots of crazy fun. They’re one of the most exciting musical projects out today. The mixture of hard-edged drum n bass with very accessible and groovy funk basslines and vocals makes them a one of a kind.
Without a doubt, check it out.
I also went to the Coachella Music Festival this weekend… Lots of great innovative bands. Tool stole the show for me. Even though I’ve seen them 4 times now, they never cease to amaze. I hope they never get stale. How depressing that would be!
Iemon rods
and ice cubes
lick my fingers
and watch me run
all down
always up
throw down a lick
and here I come
drizzle and shine
thick with thin
melancholy carnival
time out of mind.
breakbeat era, tonight!
report, later!
I’m swatting at flies.
There’s something confident in that task. It’s a war I know I can win. With enough time. And the fly will die on its own in a few days even if I don’t.
Does that make you grin?
radical radishes are penetrating my pores.
I’m not sure what to do. Or if I should even try.
The vegetables I used to find delicious are now figments of an imagination I haven’t seen for months now. Will this end?
Will the fruits of my labor spring from the ground at the end of the harvest and carry me through until the cycle revolves again?