Mindless Drivel

random thoughts for a monday morning that isnt:

oh my, now that last post is funny.  i may just leave it as it is so that i dont forget im capable of that.

seriously though, Matson Jones blew me away.  i think the last live band to slap me in the face like that was Rage Against the Machine when i saw them in ‘92.  at the very least, check out their website and listen to a little of the music.

the fitted sheet.  this is in all likelyhood the household item that is most likely to drive the single man insane.  how are you supposed to fold this thing?  ive been shown more times than i would like to admit, but it still just ends up as this ball of fabric which ultimately ends up back in the dirty clothes hamper because im unable to form it into anything even slightly resembling a rectangle.

just a reminder, the lid for the jam jar does not fit on the peanut-butter jar.

now, i hear some damn funny things from time to time and im gonna repeat them here and try to always give credit to the right people, but if i forget, or get it wrong, please understand.

my new favorite slang term comes from amber.  teratoma.  dont go exploring the web to fully understand this term unless you have a strong stomach and are not bothered by nightmares when you sleep.  for those that are, lets just say that its defined as a cancerous ball of flesh that has begun to differentiate into various types of tissues.  the slang term is used to label certain types of people.  you figure it out.  who is going to be the first person to post it on the urbandictionary?

perfection can come in many different shapes and sizes.  sometimes it can hit you at the most random times, like when i was walking home from the bar and this random guy stops, turns, and says, "What did the ocean say to the beach?"  I replied, "i don’t know," and his response was, "Nothing.  She just waved."  at this point, the guy turned around and walked off.  it wasnt till i got to the other side of the street that i realized just how beautiful a moment that was.

"You can take the girl out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of the girl."  im not sure why, but at the time that i heard this, i fully loved it and had to post it.  now, im just baffled, but because of my earlier intentions, here it is, for your reading pleasure.

and finally, we will end this with my favorite haiku, written by robert.

Motherfuckingshit

I fucked it all up again.

Asshole of nature

-b

(slightly cleaned up version)

apologies in advance. first drunken post. will clean up at a later time, but must get these thoughts down now.

no title, because cant ruin current music in head.  gonna be stream of consciousness, please be patient.

things are gonna change on here now.  havent been mentioning names, cause didnt want to make things too personal, but thats bullshit.

HUGE thanks to my new friends amber and nichole for reintroducing me to my one true love … music.  Matson Jones, absolutely incredible and you dont know where this has put me.  this is it.  this is where i want to be.  d - town.  i was pretty sure of it before, but now that i can feel myself slipping back into the music scene, i know it.  im here, ive found Home and im not going anywhere.

so, the show.  first, Pit Er Pat, or something like that, ill clean it up later.  great band.  3 piece, from chicago.  keyboards, bass, drums.  female vocals, although they didnt really lend much to the band.  its the rhythm section that you have to listen to.  man, was the drummer good.  really good.  tight.  made the show.

then Matson Jones.  2 cellos, both female vocals.  drummer.  stand up bass, played with a bow.  plus they fucking rock.  man, havent been blown away by a band like that for years.  and years.  cant remember the last time, really.  they are local, here, for what i understand (Fort Collins, actually), and i will see them every chance i get and if they go on tour, i will be sure to let you know and then remind you again and again and again.  nichole told me that their cd wasnt very good so didnt even bother taking a look, but next time i might have to do it.  wow.  i mean, wow, absolutely incredible.

things may have finally turned a corner for me.  i was sensing that things were close, but this may be it.  things on the potential horizon.  back listening to local music.  moving downtown may have finally paid off.  not gonna absolutely count the chickens yet, but im thinking good thoughts for the first time in a long time.  lots of potential im seeing. 

again, big shout out to amber and nichole.  if you hadnt have picked me up in the park, who knows where i would have been. 

-b

aaah, this week im in control.  its all about power.  power to change things and influence people to my own preference.  but the great thing is that its purely in a manipulative style.  stand back and watch me mold people and places…hell, even the world in my own image.  of course, i may be taking rob brezsny’s words a little too far in my horoscope, but where is the fun if you dont take it too far?

"Last fall, millions of Ukrainians waged the ‘orange revolution.’  Wearing orange scarves as their symbol of solidarity, they peacefully overturned the results of the rigged presidential election.  Citizens of the ex-Soviet republic of Georgia had their own nonviolent insurrection in 2003, wielding bouquets of roses as they toppled their chief tyrant during the ‘rose revolution.’  I hereby proclaim the coming week to be the launch of the Aquarian tribe’s ’seed revolution.’  Inspired by the metaphor of the seed, you will weed out the rotting status quo and plant your seed-like ideas everywhere you go.  Carry a packet of seeds with you at all times.  What kind?  Doesn’t matter: pumpkin, wildflower, magic beans, or anything that excites your imagination."

what kind of seeds will i be carrying around?  pinto beans, of course. 

-b

addendum -

it was pointed out to me that my ’scope from last week, may have been another mocking message from the men in the suits, and i was seriously considering it as a possibility, but after the ’scope this week, there is no way that they are paying attention to me right now.  the men in suits dont casually hand out power, or allow power to be handed out in this manner.

i hate it when there is something that i want to write, but i cant remember what it was.  it was just two days ago that i was out drinking, and there were two lines that were spoken that i absolutely had to comment on, but i cant remember what the hell they were.  i even made a point of having them repeated (multiple times) and then repeating them to myself so i could get them down here.  nope. gone.  lost. 

fucking alcohol.

-b

listening to music, one of my absolute favorite things, Matt Pond PA, to be exact.  had a conversation just the other day about how music can take you back to a specific memory - you can see the what was going on, remember the emotions you were feeling, smell what was in the air. 

it was a little more than a year ago, and i was in my truck driving in santa rosa with my cousin.  we were on our way to a bike shop because his wife needed a new seat for her bike, and i was a concerned that he wasnt going to enjoy the cd i had in the stereo.  instead, he reached over and cranked the volume, which is always a sign that he appreciates the music and the setting we are in.  the sun was bright in our faces, but it wasnt too warm.  our windows were open and we had our arms hanging out.  words didnt pass between us, we were just both lost in the moment. 

it was beautiful.  but now ‘it’ has become something more.  at first ‘it’ was the day and the setting, but now, every time i hear this album (The Nature of Maps), ‘it’ has become something bigger, not just an internal emotion, but a force, a sense of something out there thats special, that has true significance.  funny because now this sense reminds me of another song from Rilo Kiley, actually, a specific line,

"Indifferent but distanced perfectly, projected endlessly, it’s so fucking beautiful."

theres just something in the way that Jenny Lewis says the word ‘fucking’ that its clear she can see ‘it’ and knows that its out there.  its very attractive really, and it gives me hope.

-b

My 6 favorite drummers

• Tim Dow - ex-Shiner
• Ian Prince - ex-Houston, current - Story of the Sea,
• William Goldsmith - ex-Sunny Day Real Estate, ex-Foo Fighters, ex- Sunny Day Real Estate, current - The Fire Theft
• Mark Trombino - ex-Drive Like Jehu, ex-Aminiature, current - producer/engineer
• Tim (Herb) Alexander - ex-Primus, ex-Laundry, current - Primus
• Stephen Perkins - ex-Jane’s Addiction, ex-Porno for Pyros, ex-Banyan, current - Jane’s Addiction

ok, i have a problem with my horoscope this week.  its all about healing, which i definitely need, but it has nothing to do with myself.  im supposed to give it, and well frankly, thats not gonna happen right now since im going through a bit of a selfish phase.

"Dusty Baker, manager of baseball’s Chicago Cubs, got frustrated with the numerous health problems of his players and how long it was taking for them to recover.  Turning to alternate approaches, he acquired some holy water and applied it to selected injuries.  "I just hope my sinning doesn’t negate the effectiveness of it," he agonized.  If he had only consulted the famous Chicago-area medical intuitive Caroline Myss, he wouldn’t have worried.  She has made it clear that one doesn’t have to be a highly evolved paragon of enlightenment in order to ease suffering and bestow blessings.  Let that be your watchword in the coming week, Aquarius.  You will have enormous powers to help and heal, even if a couple of your flaws might be hanging out."

well, thats a bunch of horse shit.  im not going to be doing all this healing for people if im not getting something in return.  now, im not asking for much, but come on, share something.  one friend has already read my ’scope and demanded that i heal her broken collarbone, but what does she have to offer me?  i see this as a win-win situation for us both.  see what you have to offer me in your horoscope.

-b

5 amusing themes i pulled from Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith

1. love drives men insane
2. love ultimately pushes women away from men
3. all women need to be saved by men
4. in a battle between two people using the Force, the better looking one always loses
5. Bush and Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist are trying to "reorganize the Republic into an Empire."  this one is serious.  in the movie, listen to the Chancellor’s speech on the Senate floor and you will see similarities between what he says and how the Republicans are trying to take control of the country.  one thing they are trying to do is eliminate the filibuster in the Senate.  this would prevent the minority party from having any way to keep the leading party in check.  for me this isnt just about the Republican Evil Empire that we are becoming, but its also about preserving the checks and balances that the Constitution clearly intended.  Check out Moveonpac.org to see what you can do to help prevent this from happening.

this weeks horoscope is pretty tough to stomach.  im being told to go against what ive been trying to focus on during the last few years.  i had finally come to the conclusion that if i were going to find whatever it is that i seem to be looking for, i need to experience new things, and ive been trying to make it a daily occurrence, no matter how small and insignificant they may seem.  i guess i can suspend this practice for a week or two.  heres this weeks instructions.

"For one week, Aquarius, consider suspending your fascination with the shock of the new.  Instead, steep yourself in the subtle teachings of the old.  Seek out elders who haven’t lost their spark and ask them humble questions about your most enduring mysteries.  Read books and listen to music and watch movies whose creators have been dead for at least 50 years.  Muse about what you were doing in mid-May of 1993.  Make a shrine on which you put an image of an ancestor, a leaf from a tree that began growing before you were born, and a symbol of a goal you gave up long ago."

on the surface that doesnt seem too tough to do; but for me it may be a little more challenging.  old music?  hmm, thats not really the focus of my collection.  i did just finish reading The Fountainhead; ill focus on that.  old movies?  that may be another problem. all in all it just seems like a whole lot of work, without any goal in mind.  so i do all this stuff, then what?  im supposed to have some great epiphany? 

-b

thats what i thought.

-b

5 reasons im gonna see …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead on Saturday

1. need to get out and see a show
2. 1 yr celebration of being in denver
3. didnt see Radio 4 last weekend
4. maybe i will actually meet someone new
5. they rock

is anybody out there?

-b

5 Reasons i didn’t see Radio 4 on sunday

1. didn’t want to go to yet another show alone
2. too much of a buzz to drive
3. busy thinking of lame excuses not to go
4. in a really pissy mood
5. having way better time talkin with a friend

if things continue on their present course, cats will be the cause of my final demise.

its fairly common knowledge that im not a lover of cats, and in the cat world its well known.  it just seems like whenever something comes up and i might catch a break, a cat shows up and blocks my path.  now some of this is metaphorical of course, but some are actual events. 

its really all a giant misunderstanding between us anyway.  the problem stems from my allergies.  the way my body learned to interact with the shorter of our fuzzy-four-legged-pets, was by developing a self-defense mechanism that limits my ability to breathe while im around them (in addition to expelling vast amounts of fluids from my eyes and nose).  this of course then spread to my brain, and i developed a psychological dislike of cats on top of the physical repulsions.

so now, as an act of revenge, cats appear in my life at innoportune times.  everytime i meet someone new and realize that they might become a part of my social circle, im already wondering in the back of my head if they have cats, because its always inevitable that i have to decline an invitation to their place because i cant hang out with their fuzzy pets.  fortunately, none of my friends have yet to reject me because of this "lame" excuse, but im sure that day will come.

now, i find that whenever i have the opportunity to meet someone new, and i know ahead of time that they have cats, i dont make much of an effort to meet them, and in some cases even try to avoid it.  not very healthy really.  at least, its not healthy mental-wise, but physically its the best health decision.  this has brought me to the point where ive finally realized that things have got to change.

so, cats of the world, im offering an olive branch.  now, im not interested in entering into any kind of long term trade agreement, but i would like to call a truce.  heres the deal, if i stop declaring to the world that im a "hater" of your kind, would you please just take a step back?  all i want is an opportunity to explore as many options in my life as possible, without having to deal with going to the hospital to receive albuterol via a nebulizer, just because i crossed paths with one of you and had to pretend that everything was going to be ok. 

so, what do you say?  truce?

-b