I would like to see Quentin Tarantino do this

Somewhere in the middle of a movie, in a segment building towards the climax:

Do a montage of everything that's happening at the moment... so and so planting a bomb, so and so overdosing, so and so fucking, so and so buying a new car. But make this be the credits for the movie. Cut out the talking, just some nice music and the credits. Miley Cyrus as Courteny Bembelstein, Jonathan Taylor Thomas as The Freak, Billy Bob Thorton as Rex Scuttleberry, Scarlett Johanssen as Nymphopottomus. Etc etc etc.

I just think it would be a good idea.

Check Card

I've only used mine four times so far in the month of July. That's kinda cool. My paper trail is thin!

Recording Day 1

Today Spiritual Mansions started recording our second full-length. I think I have a name for it. It is somewhere on this blog.

I/We recorded:

2 guitars (played by Eben and I) and vocals for "You Know How I Am". Eben's part is gorgeous.

Guitar and vocals for "Becky".

4 guitar tracks and vocals for "Empty Harvest".

Guitar and wind chimes for "Look on the Bright Side" and it's reprise.

Guitar for "Sidewalks"

I was too excited last night and didn't get a lot of sleep so I was completely exhausted at the session. Next session scheduled for next Friday... We will be doing some live takes of a few songs. Yikes.

Baby, It's Been So Long

I would like to remember today as the day I pretty much stayed in bed until 4pm and still felt like I had a productive day.

I spent the day recording a song in bed. I finished a song that I started writing about 2 years ago. I finished the final 2/3 of the lyrics and nailed down the arrangement. The song is fairly simple, but it means a lot to me because it combines romance and religion and perhaps drugs. That's a fine mix of things.

Around 4 I finally showered and walked over to Uptown Tattoo to give a friend her t-shirt back. Half a block away I somehow recognized Danny talking to Chelsea on the sidewalk. It was the first time I saw him since he came back from Italy. We went back to my place to get my wallet so we could go to a happy hour. On our way to the bar we decided to go to a liquor store instead. On our way to the liquor store we decided to just drink the gin that I had at home. Upon our arrival, we discovered that the tonic water was flat, so we went to the gas station. I also bought some of my new favorite incense: Indian Temple.

We each had 2 gin at tonics while talking about women, music, and drugs. Then we each had 3 tacos while talking about how good tacos taste. Then he left to go look at an apartment.

I left at about 8pm to go to band practice. It was very productive.

We practiced:

"Look On The Bright Side" - The song I finished today... folk+electronic+a Fleetwood Mac-esque hook?

"Ricky & Me" - Got a new feeling for this song. Think 50s high school girl pop band.

"Untitled" - The song about role reversal. We practiced it. Sounded tight at least, but I need to nail down it's identity.

"Becky" - Whatever easy peasy.

Now I'm home goodnight.

Longer Legs

I raised the seat on my bike by about 1 1/4" because I felt like I wasn't getting to use my entire legs to pedal. It feels a lot better now, but I'm working new muscles and I can't go nearly as fast. Hopefully some new toe clips will help that problem, but it's weird not to be able to go super fast.

A Good Baseball Plot

Say there was this hot baseball prospect...

And some team drafted/signed him, but after the fact, it was made known that there were some very shady dealings regarding the prospect/team. This prospect was heralded as the next face of the franchise, but all the other teams hated him. As a result of feeling helpless and cheated, they decided to screw with the prospect by intentionally walking him every time he came up to bat, thus not allowing him to develop into a complete player. I wonder if this could ever happen.

nerdnerdnerd

Don't Throw Yourself

In front of the R-Train

Carl

Birthday present

I'd give up anything for you. I'll do whatever it takes for your love. That's all I want. I've tried to suppress my feelings for you, and in doing so I've cut off every part of myself that loves you. Nothing good is left. I can't write unless I'm writing about you. I can't sing unless I'm singing for you. I can't love anyone who isn't you. I don't know what it is about you that makes me feel this way. You did something to me that makes me need you. And I love it.

Fernet Branca

Drake "Best I Ever Had"

Booobees

Kahlil Gibran

Get enlightened!