CHIPS AND CHIPS AND CHIPS FOR CANDY

FOR MY WHOLE LIFE (YES EVEN WHEN WOMBING IT) I'VE WONDERED WHY RIPPLE DILL CHIPS DIDN'T EXIST. I'VE LOOKED HIGH AND LOW FOR THEM... ALWAYS TO NO AVAIL. THIS IS SOMETHING I'VE BEEN VERY SERIOUS ABOUT FOR A VERY LONG TIME.

THE OTHER DAY WHILE SITTING AT THE BOYS HOUSE, SOMETHING EXTREME HAPPENED.

KURTIS PASSED ME A BAG OF CHIPS.. ASKING CASUALLY, "haven't you always had a thing about ripple dill chips?" I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE I WAS HOLDING THESE LITTLE FUCKERS IN MY HANDS!!!

HOLY MOLY AMIRIGHT? THANK YOU OLD DUTCH FOR MAKING THESE, MARC FOR BUYING THEM, AND KURTIS FOR PASSING THEM TO ME. BEST CHIPS OF MY LIFE.


i really can't stress enough how amazing this is. i'm serious when i say i have always been obsessed with RIP-L DILLS and the fact that they apparently didn't exist...... such strange days these have been!

xxxx
today is too big and i'm too sick to handle any of it

i feel so small and unable to lift

its early

im lonely

my feet hurt so much

DAMAGE CONTROL

OK

i just thought i should say this:

i know that i just wrote about drunken nights spent starting bands and then brutal mornings and the subsequent panic attacks that ensue re:thebandyoustartedlastnightwhenyouwerecrossedeyed...

AND

i realize i have probably tried starting a band with just about everybody i know and everybody i don't know whilst drunken.

i'm sorry peeeeps had to find out about my panic attacks -thisway- and i in no way wanted to offend anybody....

i don't have panic attacks cause i don't want to follow through on my drunken ideas, honestly I'd love to be in band with everybody and anybody it's just that as it stands, my free time is spent sleeping and crying, and along with work, writing, dead voices, etc i'm not really left with much time to do anything... besides blogging and drinking.. hmm.. ok this is starting to sound bad... I HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS just crap follow through... just ask Marie or Aaron.. i've got legit bands with them and we still never jam. seriously, i can't even keep a promise to myself! i talk about playing solo shows all.the.time. but that's all i do. talk. talk and think and think and talk


hrmmm we just need more hours in the day, less bills and probably a lot less booze. or waaaayyy more.

in the mean time check this out!
http://www.myspace.com/victorieswastaken

the band aaron and i have is called chief jesus.. we have a myspace but it's filled with tumbleweeds...

xx .....sorry if i've ever tried starting a band with you. im a hack.

ALSO ALSO so that i don't need to do this again.. T.B.O.D. is not something i regret being a part of  - i am happy about the creation of this wild and crazy gang/band...

GANGS OF EAST VAN CITY

you know how when you get kind of drunk it's really easy to start making bands with everybody? and at the time you genuinely mean it. like. you really fucking meaaaan it dude.. 'lets totally fucking jam.. tomorrow!'.. but then when your crusty eyes open in the morning you start kind of having a panic attack and hoping that whoever you were talking to doesn't remember...

well this is kind of like that but better cause you don't get the morning doom part.. in the morning you start just getting stoked on how rad your friends are and how you cant wait to bro down again.... but it's definitely in the same family.. the "i'm drunk so let's start a club" kind of thing... anyways.. did that make sense? not sure. just read this:

friday night

was

something

let me tell you.

diana, nicole, bri, marie and me just. getting. rad.

you know that cartoon that used to be, called JEM.. well forget that slut. cause our fake cartoon gang/band is way better. we are called:

THE BABES OF DESTRUCTION

and within 4 minutes of inventing this dealy we had written like 7 songs.. drank 600 beers and broken one million hearts.

the babes are:
the black beauties
tops
rhymes
and
scuzzy joe

(i just notice how the nicknames get a lot less sexy as you go down the list... hmm)

anyways maybe we'll have a fake show sometime... were probably going to just record ourselves walking and humming and making guitar solo sounds with our mouths... we came up with a lot of good ideas like a freeze frame of us high kicking..

im trying to remember all the songs we came up with
1) Babes of Destruction (intro/theme song)
2) All we know is Destruction
3) Black Beauty
4) Gypsy Fade
5) .....?
6 ) . ...
..
7

it was a long night, k?

xx
SJ

C'EST FINI!



here ya go. whatever you're doing right now, just stop. it's over. game over.

GIVE ME A BREAK



seriously, who does this? who thinks of this?

when i come up with what i think is a clever idea it's something like calling a mexican restaurant mexcellent (granted, i was 15 at the time of that gem)... and you know what else? yaaaa i might draw sometimes, but i draw candy. or i'll insist on drawing you 'whithout looking at the page!'.. ya WOOAH fucking OTHER LEVEL SHIT... pushing the limits of the ARTISTIC MIND....... BUT ACTUALLY SUPER NOT .. i'm just a walking kindergarten art class (no offence to them)... where the F was I when kids got to transition from tracing hands and making them turkeys to choreographing dances on goddamn treadmills... jesus.

that's it

i'm gunna craigslist for a new brain.

MY HEAD ASPLODE



found this little guy last night and holy wow...

i have this rather incredible friend scott milligan and all of these OK GO videos reminds me of him.. it's like OK GO is just a band full of scotts.. it's like watching 'scotts inspired by scotts'... he's always coming up with great ideas that hurt your feelings because it makes you hate yourself for not being able to come up with great ideas too.

that's kind of how im feeling about this band right now.. you know when things are so good they are too good? am i supposed to be inspired or depressed?

xx
sounds of silence
feeling a little lost today

but i met the mayer

so that's good

right?

wishing to fall asleep and wake up in toronto next to bestie

sick sad heart. in need of?

:*(

up and down up and down up and down

in need of some stability.

or maybe a kitten. i've heard they can fix anything. even your leaky sink.

what about leaky hearts?
my brother sent this to me last night - he took it in february! how nice is that? i like when life works itself like that. also, how cool is this picture? thanks kurt, you are the best brother ever (for so so many reasons)

xx

SKIN FUNERAL THE II

please some hand tattoos now or soon or something. also maybe some neck tattoos (is that too much to ask?)

also i drove a motorcycle last night and it ruled. my friend sage is teaching me, she also super rules (sage is one of the kings - which is the gang that i blogged about but called us the nights cause i'm a dummy.. but that gang, the one that drinks wine and has lots of lols... anyways...)

so also please one motorbike, size small. thanks..

xxxx (permanent on my body)

OK GO WILL BLOW YOUR MIND



WATCHED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOST MY FUCKING MIND ! THESE GUYS MAKE THE BEST VIDEOS EVER EVER EVER AND I'M GOING TO POST A FEW MORE BUT SRSLY JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THIS PIECE OF FUCKING WORK. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE GOOD


you might see these little badges around town 
and if you do take a minute to think about someone you love
think about all the people you love
about all the people who love you
 about life 
and be grateful

RIP danny 'the good' winnick
we all miss you every single minute of every day



I AM A VULTURE



i'm listening to motorhead right now, i'm not at this song yet (still 6 songs to go- currently on orgasmatron) but i haven't listened to motorhead for a long time (too long!) and was instantly reminded how much i love this song.  i used to sit people down in my living room and force them to sit through the whole song and tell them to 'get into the glory of the lyrics - SUPER epic!'... i'm not sure if people thought i was kidding or not, cause i love this song THAT much.. but i am serious. and you should be too. so i've posted the version with the sing alongs so that you too can get into the glory of the lyrics.. and the overall heaviness of this song. pure bliss, lemme tell you (HAHAHA i just made a pun on accident!)

OH and also - to whoever posted this song on youtube in the first place.. please spend some time working on your spelling (im one to talk but srlsy) if you were going to drop one vowel you should have fucking gone full pull... MTRHD 4 LF ...k?

xx

RLX

like a million posts ago (actually a million) i put up a picture of this neat wall art i found walking home. it got painted over like two days after i took a picture of it, which kind of bummed me out... WELL WELL WELL the other day i was doing some more walking and GUESS WHAT TASTY LITTLE BITE I CAME ACROSS???? oh no BD just my fovourite little RLX tag (two times, one spot!) i spose that's how it works.. you figure out your deal and you go out and paint it on everything... like walls and dumpsters and babies. OR in this case a vehicle. i look forward to finding more of these around town.

THE KINGS THE KINGS, WE'RE THE KINGS

HAHAHA i'm a big dummy

so you know that epic post i did re: the nights ; awesome new gang

WELL

apparently i was still drunk when i wrote that cause the name of gang is actually THE KINGS

kings, knights... you can see where i was coming from right?  i wasn't THAT off.. but that does kind of kill the epic mood of ganghood.. when one of the members doesn't even remember the right fucking name. gahd. i'm a goof.

ahwell

PAINFUL CRUSHES

this is the promo card for my friends art show that happened in july. her name is munirih and she's a genius. her show was so beautiful and honest and also at some point dissolved into us dancing to blood hound gang. whatanight. anyways, ever since my night terrrrrorsss i wanted to post this, cause that alien business is exactly how i felt.


BEAR BANGERS

one bear banger please. actually what i really want right now is a taco. chronton!


MARMARMARMARMARMARMARMAR

so a little while ago i wrote about my friend mahro, who's an absolute dream... and now i'm writing about her again. when she's in vancouver we get to work together and it's really nice. this summer we discovered that when we first started working together we were both pretty LOW and used to both secretly cry in the washroom at work, ALL THE TIME. we also discovered that we're both still pretty loopy... it's good to find out that most people get wonky.. and that we're not 'in this' alone (duh, i know, but it's easy to forget sometimes k?). shortly before she left to go back to toronto she drew this picture of me. i came into work one day and there it was, taped up at our desk... it's quite accurate i think, although my face to glasses ratio isn't that extreme (although i do have the smallest goddamn head ON EARTH).. if you've hung out with me for more than 5 minutes you'll know that i say OHWELL a lot.

mar also left me that little note on her last day. mar, don't you know that i'm trying to be less wonky and moody? you can't just leave me beautiful little notes like that, then i'll never want to be stable!



<3 to you mar

xxxxx

393939393939393939393939393939

i don't know, i thought this was nice.

WHEN I WAS 15



one time, when i was 15, a boy i like was singing this song as we walked down the street in langley, at nighttime, on our way to a show, at some church, where half way through the show, one of the dudes from the church started telling us all about the glory of jesus. anyways, naturally i became obsessed with this song (oh the power of crushes combined with the craziness of girls). i remember buying a radiohead poster at cheap thrills shortly after that night. i don't think i even knew ANY other radiohead songs.. but it didn't matter.. i'd just stare up at my radiohead poster and think about this boy and sing creep over and over and over to myself. which is creepy, so it's good i was singing such an appropriate song. anyways - never let a 15 year old fall in love with you.

xx

SHE DON'T USE JELLY



this is one of my all time favorite songs. good work the flaming lips. i wish i could sing about vaseline an have it sound this great.

x

THE NIGHTS

last night was filled with good ideas and bad ideas
good idea - hanging out with some really great ladies
bad idea - drinking 400 bottles of wine

either way something really awesome happened. and it went a little something like this: the few of us that were left standing near the end of the night (or what we thought was near the end of the night) decided that we needed to get MORE wine. we were going to go get MORE wine and then go on a bike ride. originally we were going to ride motorcycles (some of these awesome ladies were going to start teaching me THEWAY to roll) but decided at about the 85th bottle of wine that this was a bad idea. SO ANYWAYS... we did some wobbly cruising to ceder cottage and bought all of their wine. all the wine they have ever had and will ever have. they are closed now. cause they have nothing to sell. so there. ANYANYWAYS.. the five of us actually just partied outside ceder cottage for like an hour. maybe cause it started to rain? or maybe because we're so awesome that it doesn't matter where we're partying - it's the best. Emily and Lindsay climbed a tree for christs sake! at one point some ceder cottage patron asked if we were a gang and we decided that, yes infact, we were. SOOO every wednesday we're going to get the fuck together and just have the best times. for whatever reason we decided to call ourselves THE NIGHTS.. or THE KNIGHTS.. i'm not sure what the other lady dudes had imagined but i decided that it should be spelt NIGHTS.. so now we have a gang called the nights and it's awesome and we ride bikes (and hopefully soon motorbikes) and we watch bad TV and we have good dinners and we party where ever the shit we want. emily, sage, lindsay and lisa, i love you.

here are some pictures from the nights inaugural session - sorry the tree ones are so dark but it was the nighttime and iphones aren't actually the best cameras (WHO KNEW?) 

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and a bottle of wine

SIT ON IT



fonzie showed me this song last tuesday night when we had date night, was at her place last night and it was playing - which reminded me how beautiful it was and how i wanted to spread it around like something gross that you would spread but this is like the good version of that, cause this song is AMAZING and blissfully heartbreaking.  missss F is soon to be on her way to iceland (ya, that's just how she rolls, just busy being the COOLEST) so this is also a 'have a safe and awesome trip, will miss you lots' post.. also this is a funny picture that she has in her apt.. check out his pin (and his perfect perfect teeth, weird) !

GOOD LUCK TO YOUR DRUMMER


the intro to this song is the best. seriously, the way the drums come in? are you KIDDING ME? see there are a lot of gnarly things in life but i feel like at least we get these little good moments, when drum beats kick through darkness and remind us THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK.

also - how good is the chorus in this song? it's perfect. holy moly.

anyways.. got all jazzed up on this intro and decided dead voices should have an intro like this. but when your brains are like my brains (not so technical) this means ------> not. going. to. fucking. happen. good thing our drummers nickname is MATH ROCK... it took us two hours (read: it took DAN two hours cause kurt and i were pretty useless) to figure it out but we (he) did it! i still don't know how it works, dan figured out what we needed to play... and then when he comes in.. man oh man.. it's pretty heavy shit. so again.. this is a good reminder that it's these small things, (as weird as it is to be super amped on weird drum intros) that make things OK. next time i'm feeling low i'm just going to put the dig for fire intro on to repeat, close my eyes and remind myself that things are going to be O K.

<3 X 1000000000

JUST A KILLER FOR YOUR LOVE


when i was a 11 year old i was into a lot of real cool things, like breakdancing and ace of base. i used to spend hours on the internet (which was a pretty big deal back then) looking up all kinds of sweet moves and then spend hours in my kitchen busting them like some kind of super badass black inner-city 11 year old boy (HOWEVER by virtue of the fact i was a dorky white suburban 11 year old girl, and liked ace of base, me+breakdancing=foolish). i would happily dance around like a little idiot at all the school dances, top rocking and freezing myself into a goddamn frenzy. SO, now that that's out of the way and you know how misguided i was as a youth i can tell you about this:

in 1998 i got big shiny tunes 2 and one of my favorite songs was Blur's 'Song 2' (but i was also super up on smash mouth, sugar ray and bran van 3000.. so again.. i was largely misguided and if i liked anything actually cool it was on accident)... anyways, i decided that i should listen to blur's record, cause if it was anything like Song 2 (or big shiny tunes) i'd LOVE it.. but turns out i didn't love it, at all. if you were able to ask the 11 year old me what i thought about this record i would have straight up told you that it was terrible. terrible songs. terrible record. terrible everything. it's like my brain couldn't understand it so automatically it was put into the trash bin. i remember thinking for years, "how is it a band can write a song as good as song 2 and then just fucking BLOW it with the rest of the record" i was genuinely disappointed (but please keep in mind that i used to record myself singing acapella s-club 7 songs...)

but something magical happened to my brain. something happened so that now i get it. i fucking get it. i get it so so so so hard that it astonishes me that at one point i didn't get it, in the fucking least. I LOVE BLUR and i love this record. this record is sickeningly good, it's a piece of fucking work. WTF was i thinking back in the day (well obviously, considering the breakdancing, not much) and what exactly happened to make my pea brain understand? i spend a lot of time thinking about this. yes, the true mysteries of life.

anyways.. this is one of my all time favorite songs in life.. and i am so happy that i GET it. sometimes i miss being a carefree squirt, breakdancing and MSNing late into the night.. but i don't miss having oatmeal for brains and being painfully out of touch. damon albarn you are a prolific genius and i'm sorry that there was a time in my life when i didn't GET that.

xoxo (all for you damon, all for you)

TAKIN' IT GREAZY

greasy weekend. cause when you're finally home alone, away from the distractions (lovely as they may well be) and all that you're left with is yourself and the truth, things can get pretty gnarly.
i just woke up from the worst nightmare i've ever had in my life. the worst night terror i've ever experienced. i'm afraid to go back to sleep. i'm afraid of everything. for the first five minutes after waking up i just laid still and cried looking at my red curtains and they looked all weird like they were all wonky and so were the lights on my ceiling and i started to feel like i was actually on the edge of losing my mind completely. i felt unsafe i felt unsafe being alone. i felt unsafe going back to sleep. i wanted so bad to call someone but realized it was 5 in the morning and that that wasn't really an option but i felt so fucking alone and terrified and my stomach started hurting so bad that i thought i was going to have alien happen to me or that i was going to puke or going to shit. paralyzed, crying lying in bed covered in shit and puke and aliens with all my terrors dancing on those fucking red curtains.  it was like all my thoughts, all the thoughts that were possible to think were happening at once in my brain and it was the worst feeling in the world. my brain and body and soul were all being crushed by the immense WEIGHT of everything, of all those thoughts, crashing all at once in my head like a pile of metal band instruments being attacked by a hundred hysterical 15 year olds who don't even like fucking band or having to play the fucking sax. i honestly didn't know what to do... i felt helpless and scared and still kind of do.. i thought maybe if i wrote about it it would help calm me down.. i really wish i could have called someone or be with someone right now... i knew that no one needed to get a 5 am phone call from me, trying to explain that the curtains look funny and bendy and that there are band instruments piled up so densely in my head that there's danger of them barfing out of my mouth and ears and pushing through my eyeballs like hurty tuba shaped tears. it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok can't hold it together all the time. i was supposed to be dreaming about ponies for christs sake.

UM YES PLEASE

i could use one of these right now i think. i'm going to dream about this little fucker. how can something so magical exist on this earth? LOOKATIT! this is like if ice cream was made into a breathing thing. i'm confused looking at this thing. it confuses me. looking at this picture is like saying a word 50 times and then it loses it's meaning and your brain goes all wrong and you have to just take a minute and breathe and then things are ok... but for like 20 seconds nothing makes sense.

PARK SIT STOMACH ACHE

spent some time in a park today. ate some candy. drank some juice. drew some pictures. looked at a tree and thought about drawing it but trees are so hard to draw so i didn't bother. saw some dogs. spider climbed on me. so did a wasp. got cold. got weird. felt sick. rode my bike. had a nap.
i wish i had tried to draw that tree. it was a good one. instead i drew 5 cent candies. which was actually harder than i thought it would be. i also drew a boot and a hand. i'm a real high achiever (not).
and again, sorry for blurry picture.

1973 PLAYBOYS AND SATIN SHEETS


i love this. i want things to be this simple. get some satin fucking sheets and get to it. i know i shouldn't post these terrible blurry pictures but i figure we all have nice healthy brains capable of imagining, so we can put them to use and pretend like my pictures rule and that i'm the second coming of ansel adams. eh?!
and besides i plan on one day retaking all these blurry pictures and re-posting them. cause think how good it would be to read that ad. i'll tell you, it would be really good. it would be fucking great. i'm mad that i can't read it right now. i'm cursing myself.. cause my imagination is broken.
since when is getting out of bed a chore?

SOUR TIMES

forgot how much i am in love with this song. came on at work. makes me think of the weird movie kelsey and i made years ago. fighting in the streets of residential neighborhoods at midnight.

SHE BANGS

aleks: a favourite quote of mine; Whom shall i call on? Who will share with me the wretched happiness of staying alive?

I WILL BANGS, I WILL!

XX

MY FRIEND FONZIE

thank you to miss fournier for a lovely tuesday date night. here are some highlights.
those heads are the worst. they make my hands feel funny. i don't know. i don't usually get grossed by things but they're other level shit. looking at them was fine but when i tried to touch the hair i went all weird. i kept trying to be like 'fuck it, i'm just gunna go for it' but i physically could not run my fingers through the hair (or even touch a strand). looking at this picture now and writing about them has actually made my palms tingle...

x

GHETTO INTERNET LOVE

i can be pretty out of touch with what's what's in the world of online networking (yes, i was one of those dummies that hated on facebook FOREVER, until one day i realized that i was being an ass-hat... and propmtly got over myself and was happily consumed by FB and all it's socially intoxicating ways)...

eventually i really gave it up and started this blog

and now it's come to this

i have started a DEAD VOICES twitter (OMFG.. but seriously why am i so weird about this?)

anyways it will be good cause moving forward with technology is a good thing, right? it will be like touching the inside of each others mouths and swapping skin suits and we'll all live as one with no secrets and a pseudo-sense of connectedness, physically lonely yes, but totally in-the-fucking-know...

STEP INTO OUR SKIN YOU PRETTY LITTLE BABIES
http://twitter.com/deadvoices

xxxxx (in a creepy i know you but i don't really know you kind of way)

MORK COHONE

another super awesome thing that happened last night was that our incredibly talented friend Mark Cohene asked to 'break in' his new digs by taking a few quick promo shots of us before the show.

well he's posted les deux that made the cut and they're great (just like Mark!) so go and crush on his website and check out the pictures:

http://www.cohene.com/

Thanks Mark!!!!

(also i guess calling his new camera, his new 'digs' is pretty brutal misuse of a term.. cause isn't digs like a home? he's testing his new home out on us? see that just doesn't make sense... whatever i guess)

xx_x_xx (i don't know, maybe kind of looks like something? ugh.. i need to get better at that)

IN TED WE TRUST

last night was magical (i know i sound like a sissy for saying that - but it actually was, so deal with it)

the venue worked out perfectly - fucking hoo-ra for the media club - and big ups to all the people who made it out and made it great (including the staff of the media club and wonderful Jessica Sands for running that shit!)

Ted Leo + The Pharmacists made it through the border (!) and then proceeded to be the coolest/nicest/coolest (again) people you could ever hope to meet.  Not only were they incredibly generous and appreciative they were also cool with us all becoming weak-kneed school-girl sissy band fan geeks (yes we were ALL acting like 14 year old girls in-love).. I can imagine they were operating at a fairly high stress-level but they still graciously let us invade their space.. (although they didn't really have a choice but you know..)

Plus Perfect handled all the deets and made sure there was backline for the show (among other things) and also made sure to melt hearts with their wonderfully charming and endearing set (seriously who can slip french lines into their songs so casually and have it be so dreamy? oh no BD)...

all of us in Dead Voices were incredibly stoked to be a part of this night and i'm still kind of shitting - DID THAT ACTUALLY HAPPEN? WHAT AN F-ING DREAM!

my icy heart has been warmed up! (just loling my heart isn't really icy... but last night was definitely a heart warming display of rad people coming together and making something truly great happen)
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Muddy Waters - I Feel Like Going Home


wanted to post this for a few days. MIND ALTERING. everything about this song s-l-a-y-s me
once when i was very depressed, at the age of about eight, my mother sat on my bed and said the reason i felt so bad was that i had and artistic temperament which meant i was the kind of person who suffered extremes of emotions -- sometimes i would feel very down but at other times i would feel ecstatically happy. this made being depressed seem an exotic advantage in life and instantly cheered me up.

SINCE WE'RE ON THE SUBJECT OF DICKS

TEDDY LEO AND THE MAGIC OF PEOPLE COMING TOGETHER (AKA IN TED WE TRUST)

we had our dicks pulled (not in a sexy way, i assure you)

but we've recovered

thanks to the wonderful boys in Plus Perfect, our wonderful friends (Jessica Sands and Allana Farnell - to name a few), to the mighty Media Club for pulling this shit off and of coarse to Ted Leo and the Pharmacists for being up for still playing and just being all around super cool dudes.

our show with Ted Leo, as of Friday was fucking dead. in. the. water. SUPREME BUMMER, right? but then some people got their shit together and figured it the fuck out and now it's SUPREMELY AWESOME and actually happening.. opposed to it just being me, in my living room, drunk at 8, singing ted leo songs, to nobody by my plants (although that doesn't sound too bad, eh?)

SO tomorrow night at the Media Club / doors @ 8 - show @ 9 / cover 10
Dead Voices / Plus Perfect and then ol Teddy Leo + the Pharmacists

CHECK this shit:
http://www.tedleo.com/2010/09/06/new-vancouver-show-is-on/
http://www.myspace.com/plusperfect
http://www.myspace.com/tedleo
xox (yes i put in an 'o' i'm THAT stoked)
i KNOW it's been ages since i did a blog...

TWO DAYS

seriously that's a long time.

i have so many things i want to write about it's hard to know where to begin.. hrmmmm

THE SUMMER'S GONE

at home working on this song for tomorrow's memorial for the most lovely gentle soul that i've ever had pleasure and honor of knowing. RIP Dan Winnick, forever and always in my heart.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling
T'is you, T'is you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
t'is I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqbH-bOTa38&feature=fvsr 

PEN PALS

yesterday i got MAIL ------- i know, hold the phone, wait just a minute hrrrrrrr... it's true and it was AWESOME.

i waited until today to opener up and could not have been more pleased with the contents.

found inside 1 package -
sent to: Allie "Legs" Sheldan
from one: Mahro Anfield

- 1 hand written letter, approx. 6" x 12", written in black ink (guessing ballpoint), folded into 3
- 1 card, approx. 3" x 4" w/advert and directions to The Evolution Store (120 Spring St, New York, NY)
- 1 alligator head, approx. 4" x 3" x 3", jaw open, eyes black, name: Tony Arinzana, born feb 15, 1955 - taxidermied dec 22 1979


so obviously, by now, you know that Mahro is a class 'A' dreamboat, who excels at being super cool but you should know that she happens to also posses innate style, beauty AND charm and is quite good at drawing accurate, becoming caricatures. to know her is to know an angel <3
check out her blog and you'll get what i mean:
http://mahrolovesyou.blogspot.com/

thank you miss anfield, i have no idea how i will ever top getting an alligator head in the mail

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AND THEN THIS HAPPENED

so i got to have this really beautiful moment with that weird spot that was ON my work and the eyeball shirt that was IN my work and then, just like motherfucking daffodils in spring, BAM, this fucking thing saunters in. like the barf of some middle-america mom who genuinely thinks wearing sweatpants out of the house is ok and who's children don't know what vegetables are. 

this is a shirt. this is something that somebody OKAYED cause they thought, "YA, SOME LITTLE FUCKERS ARE REALLY GOING TO DIG THIIISSSSSSSS!"... and if the art and the legs and the hair and the fact that it has to do with DANCING isn't enough, all the black is like this 3-fucking-D velvet shit that is the stuff of fucking nightmares, SRSLY NO FUCKING JOKE. The birds aren't even happy about being a part of this P-O-S.  I Think TRF has some long, hard thinking to do about their involvement in fashion and if perhaps they are doing more harm then good.

 

EYE FOR AN EYE

these two things happened within five minutes of each other. HEAVY, right?

IT DOESN'T HURT TO ASK

i really wanted to post this. i probably should have waited until i had a better picture of it. but i got impatient. that cat is saying: just a lick?. it's a lolz festival, k?

LET'S GET PERSONAL

just some things that came out of my brain and onto some paper
barf barf barf barf

it makes me feel weird to make this PUBLIC but hey, everybody hurts sometimes

it's not nothing
IT'S not nothing
it's NOT nothing
it's not NOTHING
it's NOT NOTHING
IT'S NOT NOTHING