Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Don't make fun of me.



Gavin's dad played this for us on Christmas. Made me think of Gavin and sweet things and such.

Mr. Bryson (the elder) also likes the Stiff Little Fingers and has seen the Ramones live. COOLEST DAD EVERRRR!

Monday, December 20, 2010

gavin says, "...yes, 'Bulletproof' is brilliant, but..."

THIS:



THAT:

GAV'S #1 OF THE YEAR

".. hinting that this might be a song which possesses magical powers of persuasion." He went on to give five points on why the song is good: marvellous verses, marvellous chorus, the music serves the song brilliantly, less shrill to the singing, and the vocoder breakdown.

Friday, December 17, 2010

days of youth

SADE



This song and MTV2 used to rule my world in 2001. That - and terrorists.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

HAPPINESS

y'all, this is what happiness looks like:

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Yes, it's true. I have the body of John Wilkes Booth.

"The bullet had pierced three vertebrae and partially severed his spinal cord, paralyzing him.[19][136] In his last dying moments, he reportedly whispered "tell my mother I died for my country".[132][136] Asking that his hands be raised to his face so he could see them, Booth uttered his last words, "Useless, useless," and died as dawn was breaking."

training day in the mountains

Don't make fun of Detroit

Them peoples be living in Mad Max times.


Garv and I decided we want to leave the city.

We chose Barcelona. Thought about it all night long, talked about it even more.

Then for some reason, he decided Detroit. Then, for some other reason, I thought it would be a great idea. Won't happen, but it would be amazing if it did.

Detroit:

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

locals only



We ventured out into the night not really knowing where the we were or where we were going. Stopped into some place for a beer or pee break, and discovered it was the one and only - BARCADE!!!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

more kenny



this guy isn't allowed in Canada.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

stopping standing still




Axis Maps

there was so much that seemed to happen inbetween words. remembering a lot of things that never made perfect sense. always wanting to communicate how things have changed and grown, how things have remained the same. the fine lines of that type of communication. the way words never really work, or just get weird looks when they're brave enough to try. and he keeps saying "and i'm not happy and i'm not sad". it seems simple enough. things aren't always on or off, someone could feel inbetween the extremes of happiness and sadness, it happens all the time. but right before it, there's the super melodramatic part about how the night has opened his eyes, and he will never sleep again. ha. oh man. that shit was so funny. always the extremist, always getting hit by a car or getting flailed or brutalized or selling everything he owned, or going somewhere just to die, or knowing he was going to die if he so much as tried to explain what was going on in his head.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I like this version best.



Bought these with my last dime:

Gay Punk Rock LOVE


PUNK ROCK LOVE



obviously, I know how to spend my money well!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

too much lipstick



I watched a downloaded version of this and figured that this scene wasn't subtitled because it was pirated. Kate confirmed that it wasn't subtitled in the movie either.

gracias, español!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

waking up, trying again to remember to listen.

"meet me by the water, underneath the big beehive. bring your record player and your white stripes 45s. and we can dance together as the river rushes by, to wash away the cities that somebody eles designed.

you and i

underneath the circuitry of the sky."

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Salar de Uyini







I'm going here in October. Something to look forward to.
Thank god for stock photos!

Monday, August 23, 2010

All bunched up.

Take Away Show #97 - Patrick Watson

Part of me wishes with all my heart that summer would last and last, but part of me also likes this cool weather.

The day has been slow and the weekend was so wet. I could've stayed in bed all day.

Monday, August 16, 2010

I GOT A LOT



I like these two. They make me smile, listen to me, encourage endless hours of park life and drink. What else could you ask for?





This band reminds me of those two up there. We've seen them in L.A. and Austin, they've been around - just like us. And just like us, most of the time it is just lots of dancing and screeching.

I love everything today.

la la love you



You are unprecedented, unparalleled, and unrepeatable.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Damn, I'm so in love with all of this.

"I see in the windows. I see what happens. I see the calm held-together moments and also the treachery and I run and run. You tell me it matters, what they all say. I have listened and long ago I stopped. Just tell me it matters and I will listen to you and I will want to be convinced. You tell me that what is said is making a difference that those words are worthwhile words and mean something. I see what happens. I live with people who are German. They collect steins. They are good people. Their son is dead. I see what happens."

- After I Was Thrown In the River and Before I Drowned

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010

morning always comes too soon

"Every part of my body felt electric. My chest ached and my head throbbed with the great terrible limitless possibility of the morning, and when it came, the sky was washed white, everything was new, and I hadn't slept at all."

- What Is the Want

Monday, July 19, 2010

Smiles for miles



I am officially super old now.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

WOW WOW WOW



I want to make things like this for you.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Little Kids



Angela Boatwright

Monday, July 5, 2010

McSweeney's Quarterly

My Romantic Life:
A Walking Tour of San Francisco.

BY J.P. Lacrampe
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All right, if we can just get the people in the back to bunch up a bit so I don't have to shout. That's better. Welcome, everyone. First up on our tour is scenic Dolores Park. Check out the panoramic views of San Francisco! How picturesque! Off to the right we have two landmarks: the Bay Bridge and the Transamerica building. And to the left you can see the filigreed dome of City Hall. Now, if I can direct your attention to this patch of dead grass next to where that homeless man is sleeping. Yes, there, by the trash can.

It was at this exact spot, in the summer of 2006, that Jessica Patterson and I engaged in a spirited debate lasting three hours about whether she really wanted me to meet her parents or was just pretending to. An argument—and relationship—that ended with a clump of grass shoved into my mouth.

Feel free to stand near the spot and smell the grass. Imagine the acidic taste. As you do, let me list a few fun facts: Dolores Park was first established by the city in 1905; only a year later, it served as a makeshift shelter for victims of the 1906 earthquake; currently there are six tennis courts; and my friend request to Jessica on Facebook is still pending.

- - -

On to our next attraction! Here we are at 16th and Mission, beside the famous Roxie Theater. The Roxie is San Francisco's oldest continuously operating movie house. Its first spool of film rumbled through a projector in 1909. This historic projector is still on display in the lobby.

So let's head two doors down to this dilapidated bar where in March of 2002, Kaitlin Talver—my dating companion of six weeks—asked me during a drinking game if I could have sex with any one of her friends, who would it be? And when I answered a little too quickly, a little too breathlessly, a little too repetitively, "Caroline Wilson!" she flushed our relationship down love's all too clogged drain. Legend has it that if you listen closely enough you can still hear that flushing sound.

OK. Please check out the Bloody Mary brunch special they serve here. It's a winner. Also, now is a good time to use the restroom.

Point of historical interest: Caroline Wilson will also not speak to me.

- - -

Soaring up from the top of Nob Hill is the magnificent Grace Cathedral, which was completed in 1964 after thirty-six years of construction. What a spectacle of engineering! Today it stands as the nation's third-largest Episcopal cathedral, as well as the location of Molly McDougal's wedding last summer to an ugly moron I used to manage at DSW. This June wedding occurred despite the fact that Molly told me on several occasions that she didn't believe in marriage as "an institution." Also despite the groom's early baldness and his being three inches shorter than me.

The happy couple have since suggested via their attorney that I "move on." Before we heed their advice, let's notice those beautiful ornate church doors. What a fantastic wedding that must have been!

More fun facts: The entrance doors are an exact replica of Florence's "Gates of Paradise"; and, technically, Molly and I never dated.

Let's continue on!

- - -

Ladies and gentlemen, our walking tour ends right here in the Italian neighborhood of North Beach. We're currently standing at 1866 Mason St. Just down the street from us is City Lights Bookstore, the famed publisher of Allen Ginsberg's influential manuscript, Howl. But here, on the third floor of this nondescript mid-rise apartment building is where my girlfriend of three months, Emily Burcyde, lives with her best friend, whose name I forget.

Last week, following an awkward attempt at homemade tapas, Emily expressed doubts about the trajectory of our relationship, using such phrases as "personal growth" "emotional maturity" and "none." She's asked me here today to talk. The nature of this talk will undoubtedly involve her regrets that our relationship has run its brief course. She might suggest she needs time for herself. She might also say that she's sorry, though if we look at it, it's probably nobody's fault. It is at this precise moment that I will then emit my famous Doleful Yawp. A yawp that I will now demonstrate. Feel free to take pictures. Afterward, please join me inside for some patatas bravas.

This song seems fitting:

Saturday, July 3, 2010

I'm so slippery.

the second song.. check out the second song.. (starts at 3:03)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Good Looking Out



This was the scene in Toronto for the past couple of days. Completely frightening, completely terrifying and I felt on the verge of tears for most of it. The only reason I didn't was because Gavin was with me for most of it. I'm thankful no one I know got hurt or arrested. Proud of the shit that got fucked up and hope for some accountability and answers.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

you're the start of the summer before it's too hot.

you think about the times in your life that you remember the most. the days where you wake up, and somehow everything falls into place so nicely around you on this particular type of days.

think about every moment you've felt like you were made of electricity and fire and buildings and perfect photographs and violets and every record you've ever loved. think about everytime you've felt so good you just didn't care, and see how that holds up to the light. or realize that it is the light. or should be. or whatever.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

summer babe (winter version)

season fitting time fun:

PROPERLY UNHERALED MUSICIANS

Pavement reunion Toronto Olympic Island 2010:



Besides Steve being dreamy man superb, all I could think about was Bob just having so much fun out there (Bob is second man to the left, the one who is smiling a smile equal to Mark). This is a Spin article I saved and retyped because I couldn't find it on the internet. Oh gee.

"To be sure, many PUMs are their band's special gimmick, whether intentionally or not. Noveselic is one of the tallest bassists of all time. What a gimmick! And who else but Anthony plays bass shaped like a Jack Daniel's bottle? Make mine a double! This brings me to the part where I say something I may regret in the morning, which is: Bob Nastanovich was the most important member of Pavement. Now, I'm not suggesting that Nastanovich-the sometimes pecussionist whose biggest contribution to live performances was yelling into the mic as loudly as possible-was as talented as Steve Malkumus, Spiral Stairs, Mark Ibol, or Steve West. Not even close. He was barely a step up from Bez, the freaky Happy Mondays Dancer.

But he's a shining example of why seemingly inconsequential members of famous groups deserve more kudos than they generally get. Nastanovich may have ridden Malkumus' coattails to achieve glory throughout the 1990s. At least he gave every ounce of his beng to that coattail riding. He could just sat back, snoozed through the gigs, and scammed all the horn-rimmed hotties headed Malkumus' way after every show. Instead, Nastanovich helped set Pavement's quirky tone. And by that I mean he banged on shit whenever shit needed to be banged on.

Like many PUMs, Nastanovich's biggest contribution was nonmusicial: He always seemed smiling. You can't replace infectious enthusiam. Can you?"

- John Sellers "I'm With the Band too!" Spin DEC 2006

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

It was all whirlwind, heat and flash.



Following in the footsteps of Christy, here is the first Raymond Pettibon image I ever saw. I later bought this in patch form and sewed it on the MEC bag I had from grades 8-10. The words on this thing made me feel more badass than 13 year old me could ever dream of being. I still have it to this day, protected in a box under my bed.

According to Wikipedia, the illustration is based on a paparazzi photo of Maureen Hindley and her first husband David Smith, witnesses in the case of the "Moors Murders" serial killers Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, driving to the trial in 1966.

I just want you to know we can still be friends:

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

But we're fresh out of shout.

Myself and a couple of others went to New York for Victoria Day weekend. Steph was nice enough to house us and show us around the city. Totally unnecessary of her, but we were all very grateful. This is 35mm Shopper's Drug Mart brand cam I took down to document what took place in a 5 day span:


Italian ice cream, PBR and a Central Park view.



Shawn was nice enough and had us over for a rooftop hang!


Mandatory skate park hangs. Steph bought us some PBR and we drank around 11 year olds, made friends and watched Gavin fall a bunch of times.



Seaport, rainy days.


Hustle and the bustle.


The kid in the yellow was hanging off of his brother the whole time, hugging his neck and just giving him complete admiration. He eventually got bored of this and started climbing on his mother and giving her little kisses. Best kid ever!


New York City yuppie dogs. The baby bulldog was named GavDogg.


Steph pointing out some "haunted graffiti"!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Bill Buckner ruined my childhood.



Mookie Wilson was a great player.
He had a charity for young girls called Mookie's Roses.

Mookie was also the man who made Bill Buckner part of sad baseball history. You can see it HERE. Bill would go down in history as the man who let "the World Series trophy itself roll through his legs". A rainout gave Boston another day to recover for Game 7, and despite holding and eventually squandering a three-run lead in that game, it was Buckner's error that's held responsible for losing the Series.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Hyper Enough



Superchunk - Say My Name

In grade 11, I asked Matt P. from my computer class to go see Superchunk. I called him from the mall, even though prior to that I hadn't said a single word to him. He declined and told me he was at his cottage that weekend. Days later, I would find out that was not the case. A few months ago, he confessed to me that he was actually so scared to go with me and to this day he regrets it. I think what he should regret is that he didn't get to see Superchunk.

Tour Dates:

Saturday 19 June 2010
Westword Music Showcase 2010 - Denver, CO, US

Sunday 20 June 2010
Taste Of Randolph Street Festival: Superchunk 2010 - Chicago, IL, US

Saturday 24 July 2010
Maha Music Festival 2010 - Omaha, NE, US

Friday 17 September 2010
9:30 Club - Washington, DC, US

Saturday 18 September 2010
The Bowery Ballroom - New York, NY, US

Sunday 19 September 2010
Music Hall of Williamsburg - Brooklyn, NY, US

Tuesday 21 September 2010
Underbar - Boston, MA, US

Wednesday 22 September 2010
The Trocadero - Philadelphia, PA, US

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Instantes

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

- Jorge Luis Borges

Friday, May 14, 2010

Tavi



Tavi Gevinson on Terry Richardson.

This makes me believe in the future of tomorrow (she's only 14).