I guess I should clarify, I don't hate on lovers or love, couples are fine, I am one half of a couple myself, I hate on Valentines day. Hard and furiously. All it's ever done is make me sad and angry and stand as a reminder of all the things western society deems valuable. It's a giant, 'in case you forgot, this is what you should be.' It's like News Years but worse. At least on New Years, even if it sux, you're all in it together. Valentines sux, or it's designed to suck, because not everybody is. I have tried time and time again to have nice valentines days with significant others, but i'm always let down. Life happens, the gift trip or romantic idea, failed to live up to my expectations. I set incredibly high expectations for myself daily, it's excruciating and painful, and when they don't pan out, or I feel people don't value things the way I think they should, it crushes me. Who am I, or you or anyone to tell somebody how to qualify another persons love? And also, I've been single on Valentines day and you know what? It's pretty crummy sometimes. Not always, but it has been. And it shouldn't be. Being single is awesome and the reason we feel bad isn't because there is some inner flaw with who we are, but because we are being manipulated by outside forces to feel that there is.
Maybe one day I won't cry on Valentines day, this year, was not that year.
FUCK YOU AMERICA- gettin a little ginsberg on yo ass- AND FUCK YOU HALLMARK.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I Choo Choo Choose You

Get a room, assholes.

Being single is amazing because you have the freedom to make your choices and fully own them.
Because you can go to the movies alone. This is not underhanded, this is true and amazing. If you have never gone to the movies alone, GO. I actually don't like going to the movies with other people. They make me late, never want to sit where I want to sit and ruin that movie twilight that happens after the film ends and you walk back into the world. They always say, 'what did you think?' i don't know yet. 'Man, that sucked.' I didn't think so. 'I'm starving let's eat.' did i just watch that movie alone?
It is the single greatest self treat after going to your favorite restaurant on a day of playing work/school hooky and reading the New Yorker or some great getaway of a book, alone. That, is just decadent goodness.
You can, in the words of the great Hedwig, 'fuck who you please and do what you choose.'
Decorating your apartment just because is only fun when you are single.
Dancing with your girlfriends till you're sweaty and exhausted and ready to drop dead. Dancing might be my favorite activity in the world actually. Oh, you didn't know I dance? well, yes I do, I tear a fucking floor up.
Dive into a creative and artistic project with determination and focus. Getting things done when you're in a relationship is impossible. Truly, horribly impossible.
No drama. Seriously, why do we all think being hooked up is a good idea? Most of the time were miserable and insecure.
People who are in love are annoying and stupid and are clouded with delusion. You can be smug and know that you're right. Seriously, someone should explain to lovebirds that no one actually cares to listen to you yammer on about what troubles your loved one, or you, or you and your loved one or how much you love them. It's selfish, they have eyeballs and man, have a little self respect. Truly, pull yourself together. It's the opposite of cute.
Breaking up sux and when you're single, you don't have to break up, but you know that every one of your friends who isn't, will. lts a horrendous hurdle to climb and when it's time to climb it, it will be hell. And lets be honest, they're not getting married.
You get to find the strength within yourself to be with yourself. That is the true test of a man or woman. And besides, how can the right someone get to know you if you don't know yourself?
This person is out there and they probably won't be your forever person, but they will be the right person for when you find them. Do yourself a favor, quit looking.
You can cut your hair short, stay up late, experiment with weird outfits, watch movies on your couch with a tub of Ben a Jerry's all snuggled up. You can fart alone in your own bed. You can garden and volunteer at the pound. You can do these things when you're in a relationship too, but they're more fun when you're single.
Besides, you don't want to be one of those people that everyone feels sorry for because they can't be alone. Being single shows the world that you're not your mom or a tampon ad from the 60's, being single says you don't give a fuck about what the world thinks you should be or do, being single is empowering and punk rock, being single is the bomb.
Valentines is a bag of dicks. Go out and suck one. Viva You!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Long Live Gowns!



My favorite contemporary band in the whole world, i.e a band I could actually go see live, Gowns, led by the amazing Erika Anderson, Ezra Buchla and Corey Fogel has broken up. I feel very lucky to know Erika and call her not just a friend but an intellectual peer. One of the reasons Gowns was so incredible was that they were a smart band, covering dense theory based/political and social issues in their music and they weren't afraid to go there. They went and when they did, it was brilliant. I use that word knowing full well what it means. They were tres epic and really, in my opinion, masters at their craft. Their one album Red State is an anti war masterpiece that if you don't own you should. They are not always easy to listen to, but isn't that the best kind f art? Something that challenges you and makes you think? They are droney, noisy, experimental and also totally digestible. Erika, Ezra, Corey, good job making something awesome that will live on forever.
Here's a link to their last recorded song. A 17 minute monster that begs to be differed with. Bye guys! I'll miss you.
last recording
final goodbye
Jessica's touching obit
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Dopplebang This
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Honey, I'm Home!
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Daydream Nation
In 2007 I wrote a review for my Live From New York column of a Blonde Redhead show I went to but didn't actually watch. You can read the posted review below. If you click on the images you can read them better. Today I found that concert on Youtube. It's crazy because during this entire performance I'm leaning against the red brick wall behind the band on the outside of the pool, listening to the entire thing. Tix to NY were purchased today. I cannot fucking wait! March is just around the corner. <3



Also, anyone who says Kazu can't shred, I implore you to watch this. Girlfriend is badass. Forever one of my favorite bands. Anyone interested in reading an interview I did with them two years ago click here!
Sammy and I also went nice neighborhood hiking and dreamed about the future. I'm pretty positive things are changing in a big way for a lot of people very soon. I'm no psychic but as I get older things start happening faster and the wind is definitely blowing all strange.
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