Hooo! just recorded two songs, so I’ve got that adrenaline that comes from that. it’s different from what comes from playing with other people. it’s a certain kind of energy that only seems to come from the process of recording songs alone in my bedroom. my hands are also frozen blocks of ice in this cold goddamn empty house. and coffee’s doing it’s work on me.

just got back from two days of video games in cottage grove.

i’m currently rocking the 60s samurai movie genre [i]so[/i] hard.

and the new dan jones album.

and i’m trying to learn japanese, still.

and I want to hang out with maddy, but i think she ditched me because her friend just got married. i’m pampered by my friends having cell phones: now that she won’t answer hers, I’m thrown into a pit of despair when her’s is off, like “NANI?!? what if she never answers and i’m alone for the night?!?!” god bless the new era of consumer technology.

and i just recorded two songs, but i think i already mentioned that. i’m easing back into a songwriting phase. the last crtn kind album hit me hard: i was writing like crazy because i had an album in mind, so it was like “just gotta write fifteen more minutes of music and i’ll be LP length.” that taxed me. but now the songs are coming again, and the “new album” spectre is haunting me. keep your fingers crossed for the sophomore effort (because it’s the internet, and vocal inflection is an impossibility, i’ll have to tell you that the use of the term “sophomore effort” was pure, hateful sarcasm, because that term is gae.)

in the desert . . . horse with no name. . . people lving under the ground . . .

   so i’m here in the desert, but not the desert i’d like to be here in. the desert i’d like to be in involves cursing the bitter sun midst bleak landscapes and watching brilliant, uninterrupted night skies.

the desert i’m in involves southern calforinia highways and a large gated community. this is where my grandparents live, so i’m not complaining: how often do i get to see them? how often am I treated to vast quantities of argentine food and the rambling stories and wry jokes of my grand old grandad? not often enough, dammit.

maddy! i’m shouting out to you! you say, give me email whenyour gone. I deliver. i sit and lonely sick wating for response.

I’m reminded of a max two song: “where you at, bitchbitchbitch, where you at?”

(note that i’ve gone out of my way to keep a reference to maddy from being in the same paragraph as a reference to

the word “bitch”).

but i have the autobiography of a very serious man name malcom x (el-hajj malik el-shabazz) to keep me company. it goes strangely with huckleberry finn, which school has assigned me and which i have also brought. the thing to tie up this triad is a book length interview with the controversial hugo chavez. and i’m working away at my study of japanese. watashi wa nihongo no gakusei desu.

and i find solace in the fact that blast wagon continues to write and record quality shit.

and oh! oh! ogami has an ep recorded! and it sounds decent! never in the history of Pyramid Head Records has a PHR rock band, and actual, serious, democratic band recording something that sounds decent, and rocks hard enough. get ready, cuz here comes the nig one. wow. i’m keeping that typo there. i meant to write “big one.” wow.

seriously, though. six song ep. we’re thinking on calling it the senators ep.

and remember this: not unlike rrrick rawss, i got a lotta dope, too.

time to fall asleep clutching a book with the lights on.

[url=www.spiralarmrecords.com]these guys[/url] sent us an email. very exciting to see some fellow eugenites pulling the home recorded rock music unheard of record label thing. very exciting.

if i aint mentioned it, i finished recording that cernt kind album. it now sits dormant as a doormat.

and the best book i’ve ever read is sweet thursday, by johnny steinbeck, which i finished last night. had me weeping the big tears, the big happy teeers.

and walt whitman continues to blow the hell out of my mind, although i could do without his universalism. “i sing the body electric”

and here are some names i’ve been thinking of:

checker marco
oxy minerva
brave nolan
michelle foreverer
russ cuspy
claribone
martin gardener