Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Saturday, February 25, 2012


are so fun
because everybody tells someone.

Friday, February 24, 2012

for what it's worth

she never said what was really on her mind, had a nice way of keeping the good pieces to herself to mull over and take apart. she saw very little in the point of explaining the way she felt to people that clearly would never feel the same way about anything from the way rain fell to how the world turns. it was like teaching others to speak a language that she herself could barely decipher. there were more important things in life to spend time on. there were other ways to get along or get on with it. she was the most fascinated and captivated by the idea of love. not the feeling or any particular person, but the idea. the way people seemingly loose themselves in another. didn't he say that was the most dangerous thing a human being can do. and yet all around her she watched as they sought it out, dove in, and who was more foolish and who was more sad she wondered; those that watched or those that fell. for what's it worth she told him, she would have tried.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


I drew the knight of swords. He told me plainly to move forward. You have all that you need.

I'm leaving the country.
I'm moving out of my house. (to where I don't know)
I'm loosing my job.

fiat lux.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

more free music

We at Milk Route Records recognize the fuzzy feeling when you get thing for free.
So here is another record from our camp via Old Scratch.


do you know?

you have no idea what all this time means
you keep it silent and buried in your sleeve
I haven't the slightest clue where it is you go
and what it is you do
All I know is it comes back to you
open fields and dirt roads
silent spaces
and mediocre views
a lot of waiting

do you know yet?
cause I don't.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

in vain

If I had a single dollar for every morning that I woke
with the thought of your hands wrapt round my neck
so tight that I might choke
Then I would I buy myself an airplane
so I could get the hell up out of dodge
and find myslef a new tortured man
who wouldn't think that this is wrong.
If I had a little lullaby for every time that you said no
then I would write an entire record
of the ways I've watched you go
and then I would play it with a syphony
for all the world to hear
of the all the ways you broke my heart
and refused to keep me near.
If I had the words to give you to tell me how you feel
I wouldn't need to spend these years
convincing us that this is real
I could write out by hand
the way that people wait in vain
but what's the point of all this work
when I know I'll wait again.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

vanity via TH

spent the afternoon with the talented Taylor Herron a bit ago and this is what happened...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

things I love





this poem

my new shirt

these shorts

and scotch

love song

best love song ever. really.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

the new and the old

I went over to campus today. Without thinking I parked in the same place and took the same walk across the bridge to the Humanities Department. I've been here a million times but it has been almost a year since I came back. How it can feel so familiar and yet so distant like a land I once visited is a new feeling for me. School seems like this weird trip I took. I hardly remember parts of it and yet the whole process took me nearly seven years. If I took one thing from school it would be a collection of things my friend and mentor Ron Carlson told me over the course of my senior year as I had the immense pleasure of studying, writing, and listening with him. He has this way of phrasing his advice that makes you feel like it should be written on your bedroom wall or inscribed into your tombstone. So I head back to campus for my annual visit with him since graduation two years ago. This is where we devise plans and amend mistakes and generally plan the next year of my life. I was happy to hear that in his opinion that I am doing well. That as long as I am writing I am doing well. Good God.
So this is what he told me:

Don't be cute.
Keep your writer separate from yourself, she is sad and vulnerable and deserves to be protected.
All of the good things happen in the dark.
Be Deluxe.
Follow the genius.
Do not write what everyone else is writing. Write what you think about.
Do not be cute.
If you are writing there is no hurry.

Thanks Ron.
Back to writing.

That old black magic

Making some of our own Full Moon Black Magic at La Cave tonight in Costa Mesa with The Spell... should be pretty special.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

gypsy soul

You aint ever gonna change
you got a gypsy soul to blame
you a ramblin man
and you were born for leavin...
-Zac Brown

where did our love go?

Ahhhh! I died, Nisan I love You!! This totally made my day for the last several days.