Head Thoughts: I Think

I don't have a lot of words to say these days, but my head is constantly in thought. I'm ready for it to cool off and not go above 75 degrees.

I need to get out of Portland before it gets too cold though. I'm not so great at driving in the snow just yet. 

I want to explore more; lots more. John Day Fossil Beds; that's where I need to go. Maybe I need to own a car. Hmmm... maybe one day. 

Yeah the rain needs to return. I've got a lot of writing to do. Mostly I just sit and think these days. Watch a few documentaries, dramas, and TED Talks, and think. Oh and lots of music. 

On that note; going to make more noodles n' cheese and listen to some music I think. 

The Choices We Make / Last Night

I know it's true; If I could just quit observing and act on my yearnings then I could be easily satisfied but it's all to fascinating to my mind.

Watching humanoids on a dance floor mimic is as primal as watching gather around a waterhole.  There are predators and prey. Lions, spiders, and birds of prey. I watched a girl move like nothing I'd ever seen; hypnotizing man after man then leaving them longing for more. I think she's a black widow. 

I watched sleazy guys pick up sleazy gals.

I watched lovers awkwardly make out in the back booths unaware of any bystanders. 

I was suppose to wake and go to Seattle, but when I woke up I couldn't move. 

I woke up to a kitchen and bathroom light still on and back door open.  

There was a beautiful cool breeze and Smoggie Catt had found her way in. 

I was lying sideways in the bed; belt unbuckled and pants unzipped.  

I probably planned to take those off. You sleep better without jeans; that's a fact. 

Unless you're out in the cold of course. But I made it home. 

Not before leaving the club... more like basement at 2:30 and running into Voodoo Doughnuts. Somehow after all that beer and whiskey I ate not one, but 2 Voodoos. 

But I don't remember laying down.  

I met some wonderful folk last night, but the observations were even better. 

I don't know where I'm going with this but I think I'm waking up really early to go to Mt. Hood tomorrow. Actually I'm really sure. This has to happen because I missed Seattle today. I need to go away for a little while.

I have a lot of head thoughts, and trying to write them all out. 

Mostly I just blog a lot, but the grey is returning and all these head thoughts are going into an even greater book. 

I can feel it, but right now these feelings just gotta simmer a little more.

More than anything I'm ready to play some rock n' roll; that's the only reason I left the forest anyhow. 

 

This sums up last night. It felt so good. It felt so right. Thanks for the invite Jackie. 

This sums up last night. It felt so good. It felt so right. Thanks for the invite Jackie. 

Long Live The Chariot

Well it's happening... that time when one of those bands that mean the world to you comes to an end. I know it happens just kind of surreal.

may  not listen to as much heavy music as I did when I was 18 years old but The Chariot is one of the three I still enjoy through and through.

They have only gotten better album by album and I'm bummed to see them go but they are leaving behind a great discography. I'm trying to throw all my feelings together really quick so bare with me. 

 Let me start out by saying The Chariot was my first real show. I saw them perform with Underoath, As Cities Burn, and mewithoutYou in December 2005 in Jacksonville, Florida at a venue that was called Plush.  

After seeing The Chariot and meeting Josh Scogin the first time; December 2005. 

After seeing The Chariot and meeting Josh Scogin the first time; December 2005. 

I remember meeting Josh Scogin after the show and my eyes were like a deer in headlights. This picture is right after seeing them the first time. This is actually the second picture because I was embarrassed of the first one because my eyes were even more star struck that I asked Josh for a do over.

 

 

Josh Scogin remains the only musician that made me go super fanboy. It took meeting him 3 times to realize he's just a normal dude. So normal and so down to earth; a good ole Georgia boy.

I discovered The Chariot after learning of Norma Jean and hearing that the singer had started a new band. I was in awe of the power in Josh Scogin's voice and wanted to be able to give a captivating live show like I had witnessed The Chariot put on.  

I have had the opportunity to share the stage with them numerous times and for that I am VERY grateful. My last band's final show was with The Chariot, too. I still reference to The Chariot when it comes to being in tune and entertaining live.

Being on stage and sharing a mic in the itty bitty 1982 Bar in Gainesville, Florida with The Chariot will be one of the greatest moments of my youth and of my life. 

I just hope they hit up Portland in their final tour; if not I'll be flying back to the East Coast for sure. 

Thank you The Chariot for inspiring me beyond words. 

It's the end of an era for the scene.

Long Live The Chariot!!! 

 

Today

Today I made my living room my bedroom and my bedroom my living room.

I still need a couch and coffee table and furniture of substance so basically my "living room" is just the room without little to no furniture. 

Also today I found a cool little night stand thing.  

Also I listened to Destroyer's album Kaputt 3 times, Arcade Fire's Suburbs twice and now I'm listening to the Drive Soundtrack.

I also wrote some words and did some drawing. 

Take Me There

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If there's a place beyond the city lights; where the car's hum can't be heard

No airplanes above, only the songs being sung by birds

I want to go there.

That's where I need to be. To see what life was like before humanity.

I don't hate man; sometimes there's just too much noise. 

I love rock n' roll but you don't know music until you've stood face to face with a giant waterfall. 

I just want to escape for a little while to know it can be done.

Just for a little while then I'll return. 

They say " you just want to die". Nothing is further from the truth.

It's this search for freedom that makes me feel alive.  

I need to feel scared; to know something greater still wanders out there. 

Beyond the concrete forest and the man made caves. 

I know I'm not the only one who wonders.

I just need to escape the machines.

To run with the wild if only for a while. 

If there's truly a place beyond the city lights; where the car's hum can't be heard that's where I want to go. 

Quit trying to stop me; this fox isn't dumb. 

My Song Of The Day

Arcade Fire - Suburban War

Let's go for a drive
And see the town tonight
There's nothing to do but I don't mind when I'm with you

This time's so strange
They built it to change
And while we're sleeping all the streets, they rearrange.

And my old friends, we were so different then
Before your war against the suburbs began
Before it began

And now the music divides
Us into tribes
You grew your hair so I grew mine
You said the past won't rest
Until we jump the fence
And leave it behind

And my old friends, I can remember when
You cut your hair
I never saw you again
Now the cities we live in
Could be distant stars
And I search for you
In every passing car

The night's so warm
Yeah, the night's so warm
I've been living in the shadows of your song
Living in the shadows of your song

In the suburbs I,
I learned to drive
And you told me we would never survive
So grab your mother's keys we leave tonight

But you started a war
That you can't win
They keep erasing all the streets we grew up in

Now the music divides
Us into tribes
You choose your side and I'll choose my side

All my old friends, they don't know me now
Oh-oh
All my old friends, are staring through me now
Oh-oh
All my old friends, they don't know me now
All my old friends, they don't know me now

All my old friends wait

 

Black and White (An Art Piece Of Sorts)

Nothing works out like I think it will

But it does work out

It all feels real

They say a fox in the forest waiting for a meal; is a fox in the forest who ain’t afraid to kill

Yes it’s true you ain’t my first blood

And you probably won’t be my last 

But I ain’t ate meat in weeks and my appetite is growing fast

 

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Stuff and Things

Friday:

Woke up and went to the coast to find my wallet. Over a month later still exactly where I stupidly through it; ID, $20, and all the essentials still safely enclosed. Had a few drinks with friends I don't hang out without very often so that was awesome.

 

Saturday:  

Signed up to volunteer at Music Fest Northwest. Volunteer for one show and get free access to all the others. You can't beat that. A lot of good bands playing: Deerhunter, The Head and The Heart, Animal Collective, Washed Out, Horse Feathers, Surfer Blood, and a lot of other bands I've HEARD OF but haven't actually HEARD. What better way to hear them though, eh? 

Then I walked around the Alberta Street Fair. There was a ton of awesome art. There was more art at in one place that I wanted than I have seen in one place in a long time. 

Even did some more hiking around Forest Park with Tim and Michelle.  

Sunday:  

I made the coffee for America and have been resting every since. With the exception of washing a few dishes and cooking dinner I haven't left the comfort of my bed. That will continue throughout the night. 

I've begun watching the "Through The Wormhole" series. There's a lot of knowledge in those. Sometimes my head just blanks on what all these scientists are telling me but it's a really well informed, awesome series thus far. I'm only on episode two of season 1; there are 4 seasons. 

Now more of nothingness and watching the moving pictures.