"See, people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they can't understand
Your Grandsons, they won't understand
On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand..."
"See, people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they can't understand
Your Grandsons, they won't understand
On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand..."
It's not the phone records I fear. I have nothing to hide.
It's the policing the world that will inevitably lead to our demise.
It's witnessing mediocracy for comfortability that drives me towards insanity.
It's the fact that the "home of the brave" will blindly put many in unmarked graves . For what?
A $10 shirt that has a childhood superhero of yesterday?
It's the death of integrity. The birth of naive, mediocre humanity.
It's the end of Democracy.
It's the death of the American Dream and the birth of machines.
That is what I fear.
What do you call an extreme frustration for missing being on stage performing crazy ass music... and just plain acting a fool? Fuuuuccckkk!! Ready to start doing shows again!
Hi, I'm A.B. Corduroy.
I choose to live like a rockstar for the duration of my friend Smoggie Catt's life after which I will devote my life to a more intense written form of my philosophies and deeper self exploration.
Change is inevitable. Evolution is guaranteed.
What's the real difference in enlightenment and insanity?
i do not like the capital "i".
it feels very intrusive.
I think their will be a full blown Art Renaissance that will change the world as we know it spanning from Northern California to Alaska in the next 50-200 years; rivaled only that which took place in Europe post Middle Ages.
I discovered this amazing store called "Scrap" today. It's essential the living definition of the quote: "One man's trash is another man's treasure.".
Quoting the site the place is:
There were crayons, pens, unused notebook paper, paint, fabrics, for sale by the handfuls. It was every eco-friendly, artist's dream come true. Absolutely brilliant. Thank you, Portland for letting such a place exist.
Firstly, to those of you asking about the newest video for A.B. TV; I am sincerely sorry for the tardiness of the posting.Cody and I are working on a slightly new angle which involves more edits and dedication that Cody's part. I trust after we get this one up; newer features won't be as difficult.
Otherly; two weeks from today until my Kickstarter campaign ends. I've received $235 in donations thus far. I need $965 to cover printing of the book, bookmarks, shipping, and all kinds of other stuff all listed on the page.
I don't know how to convey what I just experienced but it was beautiful.
To Be Continued.
What am I doing this weekend you ask?
I have a lot of reading I've wanted to do this past week, but I've worked long days and get off work and my apartment is super warm and I end up ambitious-less.
No excuses: need to read more news articles, and some history and science stuff that has been begging for my reading.
Local Honey! Why? Because my sinuses are super out of whack and that just seems like the right thing to do. And how cool does it sound to buy honey that was made in your own neighborhood? For real though... Awesome! (Bee Local)
It's been a while since I've been to the Northwest side of town and the view from the top of the hill is absolutely amazing.
Dudes and Dudettes! I think I'm finally ready. I've made some major progress in the last two years in catching up on the music I was sheltered from growing up. Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, and many many more but I'm not awake enough to recall them all at this moment. But.... The Beatles discography has seemed very intimidating. But as of about 20 minutes ago it's begun. Starting with the first album and going in chronological order. Let the magic begin.
I apologize but A.B. TV will not be up until after 5pm today, but it'll be worth the wait. This will be Cody and I's best project yet. Starring my new friend, Martha.
It's my Friday!
Time to do some much needed letter writing, book reading, and news research.
My sinuses are all out of whack.
Arcade Fire gives me all kinds of feels.
The sun stays out for so long these days. Up at 5:30am and down at 9pm.
I still don't like facial hair.
When I'm too warm; I have no ambition. Which a major reason for leaving Florida.
Currently the outside temperature is perfect to me, but this apartment has no AC and the the circulation of outside air is mediocre at best.
I don't like this one bit. I need a fan of some sort.
There are far too many books and news articles to read, but this warm apartment has disabled all such longings. I just want to fall asleep and wake up in need of a blanket.
Wrapped up filming this week's episode of A.B. TV this evening at Mt. Tabor with my new friend Martha.
New episode will be up tomorrow at 5pm. This will be the best episode to date. Promise you that. Thank you Cody for your hard work as always.
If you haven't subscribed to my youtube channel yet, now is the time to do so.
The first track from Fear Fun, and the hopefully the final video from this album.
Very solemn tone after the his first few videos; but lyrically it makes sense with the video. And taking into consideration he's been touring relentlessly since Fear Fun's release this would make a perfect final single for this album.
I hope he gets some time to rest and hopefully write new tunes. Stay awesome Father John Misty.
I made a new friend named Martha on my way home from Laurelhurst Park last week. She's really cool and will be appearing this week A.B. TV.
She might just become part of the regular cast. But let me not get too ahead of myself. Tune in this Thursday at 5pm!
Who invented this condiment anyway? I hope they won a Nobel prize.