Saturday, May 29, 2010

time becomes like grains of sand rising to heaven as gravity reverses

i have not been updating my blog with writing lately.  this is sad, for me.  i haven't been too inspired nor have i found any time to write.  the fall/winter/spring is extremely slow and lonely for me, which is amazing for personal growth/reflection and consequently, writing/making music/creating things.  i live in a resort town, ocean city, and come mid-may our beaches go from empty to absolutely crowded.  every night is friday night.  there are drunk men and women on every corner, though every bar leaves me depressed by the end of the night.  the women are attractive and looking for a one-night stand, when pressed with anything beyond standard pick-ups they become uncomfortable and move to the next man.  the men are shallow and looking to fuck, and make it known.  the women love it.  there is no such thing as 'alternative' here.  there is plenty to do if you want to get drunk, but very little if you choose to be sober.  i usually choose the former and fall prey to the hype of the endless vacation.  i work 6 days a week on the beach patrol, and usually surf right after work, leaving me 2-3 hours to myself before sleeping.  i also have 5 other roommates, so it is tough to ever be alone.  every summer is bittersweet - i love my job, surfing, and the lifestyle that comes with being a beach bum, but i also become despondent due to a complete lack of interesting people.  my roomies keep me grounded.  

this aint me complaining.
this is my life.
real talk.


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

tao lin's art, hung, or hanged, or hung, or hangeded

this took forever, but finally, here are some pics of the 'ghetto' mount method of hanging art.  the upper left is titled "happy hamster ‘unwittingly’ leaving its hamster friend in a state of 'severe depression'" and the lower left is called "satanic hamster", "satanihamster" or just "sataniham".  they are both by Tao Lin and i am honored to have them hanging in my room alongside art by my sister and friends.

two of my lady friends decided this was 'scary' and flipped it over while i was at work, with a nice note reading "just lookin out for your soul".  <3 them.  both photos taken with my iphone and they have turned out horribly.  ah well.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

toro y moi in DC//rock n roll hotel//caribou

saw toro y moi and caribou in dc last week, they 'killed it'.  i got to meet chaz bundwick, the mastermind behind toro y moi.  he is an extremely nice guy, modest, and mild-mannered (at least around a gushing 'bro' like me).  you can stream the concert and read a short write-up here, by NPR.  You can hear me screaming during the toro y moi set.  sorta like 'WOOO.  YAA.'   The sound is disappointing on the NPR stream, feel like it sounds out of key, but it sounded pretty spot on via reverb and synthesizers during the concert.  ah well.  it was chaz's 8th time with a live band - he's shedded the macbook/synthesizer for real people, and it sounds super funky live.  totally danceable.  i was grooving.  caribou was amazing as well - they put us [the crowd] into a dance trance with a lot of their layered rhythms and atmospheric sounds.  great show.  see this tour if you can - it was good enough to blog about.

"the bull and me" aka toro y moi
"the bull and me, and me" aka toro y moi, y moi

Sunday, May 16, 2010

my sister reflects on new york

new york !
black and white romantic glory !
an evening at the metropolitan opera !
my heart is aglow with love for my city !
i transfer subways !
and walk along the well lit tunnel !
surrounded by all the beautiful city folk !
we are all on our own adventures !
but our love brings us together !
my head reverberates with the arias of Carmen !
i am smiling !
and sighing !

when my foot hits something soft ?
i look down -
its rolling in front of me -
i have kicked -
a turd -

a large,

there is man poo on the tip of my italian leather boots.
fuck new york dude.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

art by tao lin that will soon be hanging in my room.

pictures to come as soon as i get it 'ghetto' hung/mounted.  [i'm poor]