It's Halloween,
Guess where I am. Yeah, I'm at school. I have a class in 30 minutes, so I'm biding my time. After I finish writing this, I am going outside to have a cigarette because I have just been itching for my nicotine fix.
So, I recently emailed someone from KVRX, which is the UT radio station to apply for volunteer work. I either might be a DJ, do work around the station, or write CD reviews. Either way, it's good experience and a good thing to have under my belt, considering where I want my life to go.
Also, on a lighter note, I've been doing pretty good at my new job. I realized it's not hard to call people and ask them for money, you just have to learn how to take rejection.
So, tonight, parties parties and more parties, and did I mention parties? Because it's HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I've been trying to find the album The Slider by T. Rex on CD, but I don't like buying shit online. If anyone in Austin knows where this can happen because the guy at End of an Ear told me most places here only have it in vinyl, which does not do my any fucking good. I have records, but no record player, so until I have one, I'm not buying anymore records. It's just not worth it, considering that some vinyl are expensive.
Happy Halloween! Be safe, party good. Sleep good after you party good. And make sure you don't drink so much where you won't wake up the next day. That's not fun. Adios!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Structured and Structural
Damn, when did my life become a fucking schedule? If you were to take a look at my day-planner, you would be surprised at how FULL it is, and that's because I'm only 21 years old. I shouldn't even have a day-planner, but that's what happens when you go to college and try to be independent. I have an awesome Journalism test this Thursday, and I have not started studying, but I think I'll be okay. Considering how good my grades were before I came to Austin, I'm actually starting to feel ashamed. As far as I know, I have two A's, a B, and one D. That D is pissing me off to no end. I'm sorry, but I'm not used to getting D's. School has never been hard for me, but UT is a whole other story.
Lately, I have not seen any good movies. I hate sports movies, and I actually rented Any Given Sunday from my apartment office. I forgot to return it, it's overdue, and now I owe late fees. STORY OF MY LIFE!
Right now, as I type this, I am jamming out to the song Meet Me at the Movies by The Go. I'm pissed because that record store, End of an Ear, was supposed to special order the album for me because they didn't have it in stock, and he said it should get there within 5 to 7 days. It's been 11 days! What the hell! I need new music in my ears. I need it now! Youtube and Itunes can only hold me off for a while.
On a much lighter note, I recently got a job. I work for an alumni service in which we, students, call alumni basically to see how it's hanging and host fundraisers and such. It's not much, but it's a job, and I'm glad to finally be able to say that I have a job. This is my first Austin job, and while it's not as cool as a record store, bike shop, or coffee house, it will have to do for now.
The sun is starting to beam in through the window shades, illuminating the profile of a guy doing his homework. I wish I had my camera! So, I decided that for each paycheck that I get, I am going to buy one roll of film, one CD, and eat out at a really good restaurant once. And then of course pay for cigarettes, booze, and groceries. I think it's sad that film is becoming obsolete. It's so fucking stupid how digital everything is getting. I recently took a class some odd months ago, learned how to develop and print my own film for when I have a dark room, and now they might stop making film! First polaroid, now this! DAMN DAMN DAMN!
I could curse the heavens if I wanted to, but I forgot to pray last night, so I don't think I'm God's favorite person right now, but I'll make it up to Him. Damn, if only they sold more Babes in Toyland albums. I only have The Peel Sessions and Further Adventures Of... which aren't even "albums" in the traditional state of mind, more of compilations. I'm missing my grunge music. I think that's a genre worth getting back into. At least it's one that I always identified with. Maybe I'll buy a Mudhoney album next. I don't know. We'll see. First The Go, then whatever else. I'm spent. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. Estoy mucho cansado. Adios!
Lately, I have not seen any good movies. I hate sports movies, and I actually rented Any Given Sunday from my apartment office. I forgot to return it, it's overdue, and now I owe late fees. STORY OF MY LIFE!
Right now, as I type this, I am jamming out to the song Meet Me at the Movies by The Go. I'm pissed because that record store, End of an Ear, was supposed to special order the album for me because they didn't have it in stock, and he said it should get there within 5 to 7 days. It's been 11 days! What the hell! I need new music in my ears. I need it now! Youtube and Itunes can only hold me off for a while.
On a much lighter note, I recently got a job. I work for an alumni service in which we, students, call alumni basically to see how it's hanging and host fundraisers and such. It's not much, but it's a job, and I'm glad to finally be able to say that I have a job. This is my first Austin job, and while it's not as cool as a record store, bike shop, or coffee house, it will have to do for now.
The sun is starting to beam in through the window shades, illuminating the profile of a guy doing his homework. I wish I had my camera! So, I decided that for each paycheck that I get, I am going to buy one roll of film, one CD, and eat out at a really good restaurant once. And then of course pay for cigarettes, booze, and groceries. I think it's sad that film is becoming obsolete. It's so fucking stupid how digital everything is getting. I recently took a class some odd months ago, learned how to develop and print my own film for when I have a dark room, and now they might stop making film! First polaroid, now this! DAMN DAMN DAMN!
I could curse the heavens if I wanted to, but I forgot to pray last night, so I don't think I'm God's favorite person right now, but I'll make it up to Him. Damn, if only they sold more Babes in Toyland albums. I only have The Peel Sessions and Further Adventures Of... which aren't even "albums" in the traditional state of mind, more of compilations. I'm missing my grunge music. I think that's a genre worth getting back into. At least it's one that I always identified with. Maybe I'll buy a Mudhoney album next. I don't know. We'll see. First The Go, then whatever else. I'm spent. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. Estoy mucho cansado. Adios!
Monday, October 20, 2008
It's Monday...
I had an amazing weekend. On Friday, me and my roommate smoked all day, and then went to a record store called End of an Ear because we heard it was a good one. I have to say, their selection of artists was okay, but they didn't have a lot of cd's by the artists. In the end, I ended up buying Midnight Boom by The Kills and Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle and Sebastian. I think they were both good buys, if I do say so myself. Friday, I also went to a bar called Hole in the Wall and drank there til 2 and then went to a friend's apartment, where the party did not end til a little before 6.
I woke up Saturday at 10:30 AM, having only slept for four hours to drive to Corpus Christi with my friend Erika to surprise my family because I have not been home in two months, which is too long if you're in a close-knit family like mine. I got to Corpus at around 3:30 PM, surprised my sister at our parents' house, only to find out my parents had gone to a church retreat for the weekend. GREAT! I got to hang out with a couple of friends I hadn't seen in a while, as well as hang out with my nephew and niece. I also smoked my sister out with this awesome dro I brought from Austin, and she later told me that it made her paranoid as fuck. Haha. That's great.
Drove back on Sunday, got home last night at about 10:00 PM, ate Wendy's with Erika, went back to my apartment. Me and my roommate bought more weed, went home, smoked, watched The Rules of Attraction, and I went to sleep at 2:00, woke up at 7:00 today, and here I am. Damn, I hate school! And my Spanish teacher informs us that we have to wear something "out of the ordinary" tomorrow as part of our quiz on clothing and weather. I'm just going to wear regular clothes because whatever I had that was "out of the ordinary" was either thrown away or given to my cousins. I tend to "blend in" than "stick out." It's purely coincidental. I'm just a simple person. I am the t-shirt and jeans person. Never anything else really, unless bullied and pressured by my friends to "dress up" to go out. Either way, this weekend was great; however, I'm glad to be back home in good ole' Austin. Let the good times roll!
I woke up Saturday at 10:30 AM, having only slept for four hours to drive to Corpus Christi with my friend Erika to surprise my family because I have not been home in two months, which is too long if you're in a close-knit family like mine. I got to Corpus at around 3:30 PM, surprised my sister at our parents' house, only to find out my parents had gone to a church retreat for the weekend. GREAT! I got to hang out with a couple of friends I hadn't seen in a while, as well as hang out with my nephew and niece. I also smoked my sister out with this awesome dro I brought from Austin, and she later told me that it made her paranoid as fuck. Haha. That's great.
Drove back on Sunday, got home last night at about 10:00 PM, ate Wendy's with Erika, went back to my apartment. Me and my roommate bought more weed, went home, smoked, watched The Rules of Attraction, and I went to sleep at 2:00, woke up at 7:00 today, and here I am. Damn, I hate school! And my Spanish teacher informs us that we have to wear something "out of the ordinary" tomorrow as part of our quiz on clothing and weather. I'm just going to wear regular clothes because whatever I had that was "out of the ordinary" was either thrown away or given to my cousins. I tend to "blend in" than "stick out." It's purely coincidental. I'm just a simple person. I am the t-shirt and jeans person. Never anything else really, unless bullied and pressured by my friends to "dress up" to go out. Either way, this weekend was great; however, I'm glad to be back home in good ole' Austin. Let the good times roll!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I Was Thinkin...
In as little as ten minutes, my feet ventured across campus toward the Life Sciences Library, while my body lay in the grass in front of Mezes Hall. I tried to unwind by smoking a cigarette, while my phone was figuring out who it wanted to call. On my iPod, I was listening to Joanna Newsom, hoping that her voice and gentle melodies would take me away from this horrible campus, back into my bed, so I could smoke a bowl and have excellent dreams, and yet, I am in the Life Sciences Library. I am here. I'm not there. I am here.
That's depressing. I hate having two hour breaks at school with nothing to do and being bored and tired as hell. Yes, everyone tells me that I should do my homework, but homework is just not fun when you're half asleep while doing it. And it's funny because as I write this, a few guys are changing the computer screens and replacing them with new LCD flat screens, and yet they are avoiding this computer because I am typing away on it. Guess they will have to wait, but it's only a matter of time before they come up to me and ask me to move to another computer, so they can finish their job.
So, I am a journalism major at the University of Texas. I am currently taking my first journalism course, and I HATE IT! The title of the class is Critical Issues in Journalism Today. That title alone calls for the middle finger, but let's be civil today. I sit in this class 3 hours a week, listening to a monotone voice drone about how politics is shaping journalism today and all throughout history. Okay, I get it. But this interests me in no way, seeing as how this isn't the type of journalism that I want to pursue anyway. I don't want to write about politics because I am not interested in politics. I want to write about music because that is what I am interested in. And I mean, even if things don't work out, it'd be a cold day in hell before I ever succumb to a desk job at a local newspaper, editing the classifieds.
On a much lighter note, a good CD I cannot get out of my head is Thank God For Mental Illness by The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Everyone should own this album. It is excellent. Of course, as my luck would have it, it was not the CD I wanted, but it was the only one the store had besides Take It From The Man!, which I already own. My next conquest is either Mellowgold by Beck or The Satanic Majesties Second Request by (you guessed it!) The Brian Jonestown Massacre. High-5! I need to hit up End of an Ear because I heard it is an excellent CD store. That is one of the things I love about living in Austin, all the cool locally owned stores.
Well, it is time for me to escape back into the world of work, studying, and pop quizzes. It is time to venture into the unknown desciplines of the university school system. It is time to dive into the ocean of education, rather than stay in the skies of content. BLAH! I hate school!
Peace!
That's depressing. I hate having two hour breaks at school with nothing to do and being bored and tired as hell. Yes, everyone tells me that I should do my homework, but homework is just not fun when you're half asleep while doing it. And it's funny because as I write this, a few guys are changing the computer screens and replacing them with new LCD flat screens, and yet they are avoiding this computer because I am typing away on it. Guess they will have to wait, but it's only a matter of time before they come up to me and ask me to move to another computer, so they can finish their job.
So, I am a journalism major at the University of Texas. I am currently taking my first journalism course, and I HATE IT! The title of the class is Critical Issues in Journalism Today. That title alone calls for the middle finger, but let's be civil today. I sit in this class 3 hours a week, listening to a monotone voice drone about how politics is shaping journalism today and all throughout history. Okay, I get it. But this interests me in no way, seeing as how this isn't the type of journalism that I want to pursue anyway. I don't want to write about politics because I am not interested in politics. I want to write about music because that is what I am interested in. And I mean, even if things don't work out, it'd be a cold day in hell before I ever succumb to a desk job at a local newspaper, editing the classifieds.
On a much lighter note, a good CD I cannot get out of my head is Thank God For Mental Illness by The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Everyone should own this album. It is excellent. Of course, as my luck would have it, it was not the CD I wanted, but it was the only one the store had besides Take It From The Man!, which I already own. My next conquest is either Mellowgold by Beck or The Satanic Majesties Second Request by (you guessed it!) The Brian Jonestown Massacre. High-5! I need to hit up End of an Ear because I heard it is an excellent CD store. That is one of the things I love about living in Austin, all the cool locally owned stores.
Well, it is time for me to escape back into the world of work, studying, and pop quizzes. It is time to venture into the unknown desciplines of the university school system. It is time to dive into the ocean of education, rather than stay in the skies of content. BLAH! I hate school!
Peace!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Feist, AMLP, and God
Sometimes, it's hard to determine which is right or left, up or down, resistant or resilient, undeniable and self-righteous. I find myself breaking the boundaries of determination to dissect the distinct messages of writers and their truths. I place my pen on the pad, and I take a glance at the cover art, and try to think of a name, that damn name, that fucking name that I should have known, should have determined from day one.
And bam, there it goes,
it rocks the boat from afar,
to stick the rocket up your nose,
on the way to the roadhouse bar.
I just recently "bought" the album Let It Die by Feist and so far, it is a pretty good album. It is calm enough, but has enough spunk to get through to the listener, without the listener having to struggle to like it. Also, I am writing this entry, while three of my friends watch the movie I Shot Andy Warhol, but from watching it once, I was overtaken by the politics and propoganda of the main character, that I felt it diminished what the movie really should have been about. I don't know...I just didn't think it was all that great.
Anyways...I will end this entry with saying, "AMLP!" which also happens to be tattoed on my arm. The letters stand for Art, Music, Love, and Poetry. Because, in essence, that is what I think the world should be made out of. My friend and I were discussing God the other night and both talking about how believing in Him is absolutely the BEST thing in the world. It's not about preaching, it's about being aware that He is around, and it makes me feel completely safe. And in the end, that's never a bad thing.
And bam, there it goes,
it rocks the boat from afar,
to stick the rocket up your nose,
on the way to the roadhouse bar.
I just recently "bought" the album Let It Die by Feist and so far, it is a pretty good album. It is calm enough, but has enough spunk to get through to the listener, without the listener having to struggle to like it. Also, I am writing this entry, while three of my friends watch the movie I Shot Andy Warhol, but from watching it once, I was overtaken by the politics and propoganda of the main character, that I felt it diminished what the movie really should have been about. I don't know...I just didn't think it was all that great.
Anyways...I will end this entry with saying, "AMLP!" which also happens to be tattoed on my arm. The letters stand for Art, Music, Love, and Poetry. Because, in essence, that is what I think the world should be made out of. My friend and I were discussing God the other night and both talking about how believing in Him is absolutely the BEST thing in the world. It's not about preaching, it's about being aware that He is around, and it makes me feel completely safe. And in the end, that's never a bad thing.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Art and Tilly
As I sit in this library, removing my mind in reverse,
splitting the concepts of justice, but it just gets worse.
I crash the computer's neck into a spine-tingling mess,
while divulging information from under the witch's dress.
The king sits properly on his table made of stone,
while we contemplate acts of being completely alone.
The harp is playing, the people are swaying,
but we just can't seem to understand what they're saying.
I drag the bodies toward the shore,
while wishing them luck across the moors.
I plant a seed in the desk of the muse,
who seems to be quite confused.
And....I got nothing.
That is just a little piece of impromptu writing I just did, and while it is rather cryptic, hey, I work with what I got. I am a compulsive rhymer, I hate it. I wish that I could just write some spoken-word stuff, without any rhymes that just said what I wanted to say, without having to add a damn rhyme in it.
I went to this art show at the Blanton Museum last night, and it was pretty cool. There was this one amazing artwork that really inspired me to start painting again. It was a painting of a black man standing in a very "noble" position from a famous painting way before its time, and he is holding a cane. All around him are colorful, beautiful flowers and the painting signifies the beauty and power that comes with being a black man in America because America always depicts black men as criminals, when that is a complete inaccuracy. But shit, what can you do. There are too many ignorant people everywhere.
So, the cd that I currently cannot take out of my cd player right now is O by Tilly and the Wall. I do not remember how I heard of this band, but I'm glad I did. They are very poppy rock, but I love the tap-dance beats. They definitely add to their appeal. Everyone should check out their cd. Definitely a good one.
Well, I'm out. Peace.
splitting the concepts of justice, but it just gets worse.
I crash the computer's neck into a spine-tingling mess,
while divulging information from under the witch's dress.
The king sits properly on his table made of stone,
while we contemplate acts of being completely alone.
The harp is playing, the people are swaying,
but we just can't seem to understand what they're saying.
I drag the bodies toward the shore,
while wishing them luck across the moors.
I plant a seed in the desk of the muse,
who seems to be quite confused.
And....I got nothing.
That is just a little piece of impromptu writing I just did, and while it is rather cryptic, hey, I work with what I got. I am a compulsive rhymer, I hate it. I wish that I could just write some spoken-word stuff, without any rhymes that just said what I wanted to say, without having to add a damn rhyme in it.
I went to this art show at the Blanton Museum last night, and it was pretty cool. There was this one amazing artwork that really inspired me to start painting again. It was a painting of a black man standing in a very "noble" position from a famous painting way before its time, and he is holding a cane. All around him are colorful, beautiful flowers and the painting signifies the beauty and power that comes with being a black man in America because America always depicts black men as criminals, when that is a complete inaccuracy. But shit, what can you do. There are too many ignorant people everywhere.
So, the cd that I currently cannot take out of my cd player right now is O by Tilly and the Wall. I do not remember how I heard of this band, but I'm glad I did. They are very poppy rock, but I love the tap-dance beats. They definitely add to their appeal. Everyone should check out their cd. Definitely a good one.
Well, I'm out. Peace.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
It's Good To Be The One
So, while many of the contributions I have made online have been minimal, it is a necessity that I start putting my thoughts out there for anyone and everyone who cares, or doesn't, to see them. The title that I have chosen for this blog is Music, Mars, and Me. Music, because that is what I am all about, Mars, because when I'm high, that's where I feel like I am, and Me, because I'm just so self-involved, I thought I'd start my own blog.
So, not to sound weird, or preachy, I had a discussion with a friend about the stand-point of music in today's society. She seems to believe that nothing good comes out anymore, that music is never going to be how it was when the greats existed like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, etc. I have to disagree. I digress and regress my opinions, while lighting that fat joint, and put on some of The Brian Jonestown Massacre, to say that music in itself is ever-changing and constant good music is coming out today. What I also like is that music is more accessible. It is easy to get your favorite songs online by *cough*illegal downloading*cough*. I know...Iknow...
Downloading goes against many ethics and especially the ethics of music lovers who feel that you should support your favorite bands by buying their cd's, but shit man, I'm fucking broke. I cannot buy every album I want to like some other people can. Sometimes, all I have to rely on is Limewire to get me what I want. The last cd I bought was Acid Tongue by Jenny Lewis. At first listen, I was a little apprehensive, seeing as how Rabbit Fur Coat was a masterpiece. But damn, this girl just keeps getting better and better. If you like country, blues, folk, or music in general, this is definitely a good buy.
OH SHIT!!!! I forgot to mention how AWESOME Austin City Limits was. It was my first year attending the three-day festival, and damn, I got to see so many great bands. I saw (in no particular order) MGMT, Gnarls Barkley, N.E.R.D., The Foo Fighters, Beck, The Mars Volta, Okkervil River, Against Me!, Iron & Wine, Jenny Lewis, Neko Case, Jamie Lidell, The Kills (one of my favorites), Gogol Bordello (CRAZY!), and I can't remember the rest. But damn, it was the shit! Three days of good music, good people, good weed, and good booze. Honestly, what more can you ask for?
Well, I would like to end my first entry with saying 'It's good to be the one' because sometimes, it just is. While that statement probably makes absolutely no sense, it does to me. I'm not "the one" to anyone in particular, it's just good to feel important to yourself, and great to have good people in your life who make you feel better about being yourself. Therefore, everyone should know how good it is to be "the one" to yourself.
Peace, love, and music.
So, not to sound weird, or preachy, I had a discussion with a friend about the stand-point of music in today's society. She seems to believe that nothing good comes out anymore, that music is never going to be how it was when the greats existed like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, etc. I have to disagree. I digress and regress my opinions, while lighting that fat joint, and put on some of The Brian Jonestown Massacre, to say that music in itself is ever-changing and constant good music is coming out today. What I also like is that music is more accessible. It is easy to get your favorite songs online by *cough*illegal downloading*cough*. I know...Iknow...
Downloading goes against many ethics and especially the ethics of music lovers who feel that you should support your favorite bands by buying their cd's, but shit man, I'm fucking broke. I cannot buy every album I want to like some other people can. Sometimes, all I have to rely on is Limewire to get me what I want. The last cd I bought was Acid Tongue by Jenny Lewis. At first listen, I was a little apprehensive, seeing as how Rabbit Fur Coat was a masterpiece. But damn, this girl just keeps getting better and better. If you like country, blues, folk, or music in general, this is definitely a good buy.
OH SHIT!!!! I forgot to mention how AWESOME Austin City Limits was. It was my first year attending the three-day festival, and damn, I got to see so many great bands. I saw (in no particular order) MGMT, Gnarls Barkley, N.E.R.D., The Foo Fighters, Beck, The Mars Volta, Okkervil River, Against Me!, Iron & Wine, Jenny Lewis, Neko Case, Jamie Lidell, The Kills (one of my favorites), Gogol Bordello (CRAZY!), and I can't remember the rest. But damn, it was the shit! Three days of good music, good people, good weed, and good booze. Honestly, what more can you ask for?
Well, I would like to end my first entry with saying 'It's good to be the one' because sometimes, it just is. While that statement probably makes absolutely no sense, it does to me. I'm not "the one" to anyone in particular, it's just good to feel important to yourself, and great to have good people in your life who make you feel better about being yourself. Therefore, everyone should know how good it is to be "the one" to yourself.
Peace, love, and music.
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