Ice cream man
January 5th, 2012
A Snippet
January 4th, 2012
This has been sitting in my drafts folder, unattended, for quite some time. Why not just put it out into the world? Yeah, I agree. Happy new year, where you are.
We sat down. The table between us was just high enough to be uncomfortable. Sometimes I like to sit with my head resting in my hands, and my elbows pressed into the table, just to show that I’m either intently listening or bored, or both. You can tell the difference when you’re sitting only a few feet across from me, even in low lighting.
I wasn’t paying much attention to the fact that our server had been standing there for what must have been a good five minutes. James opened his menu and graciously refrained from revisiting an earlier diatribe about agricultural injustices. Instead, he simply ordered a garden salad – no dressing – and looked over at me impatiently while my eyes stumbled across the options before me.
“Uh, I’m really sorry,” I told the waiter. “Could you tell me what the specials are again?”
Aggregate
November 27th, 2011
The situation is serious
I apologize for the delay, we’ve just received word
Please be discrete
The judgment is forthcoming
Has the jury reached a verdict?
“Yes, yes we have, your honor.”
Good. Too good.
Three of us are seated hip-to-hip in the back seat
in bumper-to-bumper traffic
in August
in the dog days of summer
Rush hour in Los Angeles
Rush hour in New York
Rush hour in Any-God-Damned-Town
Rush hour in Africa
Bumper-to-bumper
The temperature is 101 degrees
The situation has escalated
I’ve broken a sweat
It’s beautiful, and I’m delirious
The radio crackles
The verdict is read
The situation is serious
Life is a saboteur.
October 5th, 2011
Last night, I was a guest DJ on the Out of Step podcast, hosted by Adam Mehl. I brought a bunch of songs down to the studio, and we had a great time shooting the shit while listening to great tunes. It should be available for download from iTunes next Monday, October 9th.
Safewords has been playing a bunch of shows lately, including two out of the last three weekends at the Turf Club in St. Paul. We haven’t been rehearsing, but that’s going to change on Friday. We’re hoping to finish up a couple of new songs, as we’re playing even more shows in the coming weeks, including next Thursday, October 13th at the new Amsterdam Bar & Hall in Downtown St. Paul. That show will be with Daymoths and Blood Folke.
It’s taken over two years, but I feel like I’m finally starting to turn the corner with regard to creative pursuits. I really need some partners in crime to keep me motivated. Adrianne and I had an awesome conversation over tea at Spyhouse on Nicollet last week, and last night’s taping with Adam helped me put some things into perspective. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens in the coming months.
School has been a bit of a drag. One class has great content but poor instruction, another has less-engaging content that could be made far more interesting if the instructor wasn’t intent on destroying any possible entertainment one could cull from the class, and the last is great but I’m overthinking it and the assignments have been frustrating as a result. I’m keeping motivated by stepping away and engaging in late-night bouts of NHL 12 with my team, The Handsome Boys. We’re not good, but it’s (mostly) fun.
There is no purpose to this entry other than letting whoever might be reading this know that I am alive and intent on tackling the hell out of some projects over the winter. Put yourself on high alert.
Dunce tripe.
August 29th, 2011
Tarnished tarmac, wind beneath the floorboards, and irreverent eccentrics dancing in the shadows like the campfire moonlight. Across the lake, I make out a pair of eyes; we make out in paradise.
Negligent barbers clip away, snip snip snip, and my head is barren with a shoulder-length phantom style.
“You look radiant tonight,” I said.
I flex and huff and make quite the commotion while you fixate on something off in the distance. It’s some kind of peace and tranquility, and I notice it once we walk there together. I didn’t mean to be so dense.