I've grown to hate this weblog. I've been in denial for about a year and a half regarding how much I loathe it. I am no longer in denial. I hate this weblog.

My, my... where do the days go? I waited so long for the warm weather to return, and now that it's here, it doesn't feel right. Part of me still thinks it's winter. I walk out of the Port Authority every day expecting icy blasts of wind to be rushing down 8th ave. I reach for my scarf before realizing that bitch named winter is in hibernation. My pal spring opted out this year and gave up all weather duties to summer, sans a few wonderful days last week. Summer's no bitch, but he can often be a son of a bitch when he wants to. Especially on days in which I'm not allowed to enjoy his company in a leisurely way. I digress. The point I'm making is that I rarely know what time it is. What day of the week it is... and that my brain can simultaneously believe that February seemed like yesterday and ages ago. The weeks seem to fly by after the fact, but when I'm stuck in them they feel endless. I rarely sleep. I often drink. I do lots of work during the day but probably couldn't recite what I'd done with my day come night time. Someday, I hope to catch up on sleep. Someday I'd like to take it easy and not drink as much. Someday I'd like this routine to feel normal and comfortable.. rather than temporary and miserable.

I actually had a blast this weekend. I thought I was taking cool pictures with my cell phone at the Mitsuko / Ergs! / Arcade Academy, etc. show on Saturday night.. but they turned out to be drunkenly stupid. You can see them here:
www.flickr.com/photos/christophermatthew/

Cheers.

i think its about time i started using flickr so i did.

you can access my flikr page here

Doctor Frank and Ben Weasel did it, so I figured I might as well waste a few minutes at work and put together the same type of quirky random playlist from my iPod. The jist of the game is that you alphabetize your playlist and then pick the first song for every letter. The artist that comes up most often is the "winner". I added an entry for symbols/numbers just to spice it up, but it didn't affect the outcome:

'97 - Alkaline Trio
A-List Actress - Hey Mercedes
b - Lync
C'Mere - Interpol
D4 = Putting The F Back in Art - Dillinger 4
E to W - Appleseed Cast
Fabricoh - Archers of Loaf
Gadget Arms - These Arms are Snakes
Hair ad DNA - Hot Snakes
I'll Be In The Air - The Microphones
Jackie - New Pornographers
K214 - No Knife
La La Love You - The Pixies
M 16 - Descendents
Naive - The Jealous Sound
O'No - Q and Not U
Pacific Theme - Broken Social Scene
Quality Revenge At Last - Hey Mercedes
R U Still In 2 It - Mogwai
Saccharine - Sunday's Best
T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)- Against Me!
U-Mass - The Pixies
Vague Space - Stephen Malkmus
Wait It Out - The Riverdales
X-Polynation - Q and Not U
Y Plus White Girl - Q and Not U
Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

You'll notice that Q and Not U just barely edge out The Pixies and Hey Mercedes for the victory. Looking at their winning entries coupled with their band name makes it seem like they were almost built for this sort of game... --

Como Esta bitches?

My body physically returned from my memorial day vacation in San Diego Tuesday evening, but there's no question that my mind is still swirling with visions of palm trees, desert cliffs, california fast food joints, and if you'll allow me to be brunt: just barely not naked girls on the beach.

New York has neither palm trees nor cliffs. The fast food joints aren't really even that cheap and are no doubt rat infested... and the girls here are very much not wearing bikinis. I guess I can excuse that, it's not really acceptable to strut your stuff down 5th in a bikini... although there was that one time I saw bikini models doing that promotion in Soho...

See? I told you. The mind is a-swirling and I expect that it'll take me a few days to get it back to the norm: 100% miserable, working 9 hour days, and getting 6 hours of sleep every night.

Cell phone images are here. Digital camera photos will soon follow. **

I will spend the majority of this weekend down in my parents basement with Jimmy and Jeff recording the band's demos. We'll be recording four songs, which I hope to follow up with writing 3 or 4 more rather quickly which will enable us to learn a few covers and hopefully play a few shows thereafter.

We still don't have a name... I'll reluctantly list the two that I can ever remember being considered: The Palisades (geographically appropriate and not too shabby sounding.. although it may imply a more smoother type of sound than we actually have) and The Death of Fun (which accurately describes where the three of us are pretty sure we're at in our lives but might imply that we slaugher baby calves while performing, which is untrue). I figure that no matter what we go with I'll dislike it, feel awkward saying it out loud, etc. But you've gotta buck up sometime.. and I imagine we'll have bucked up within the next few days. --