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I'm like the fucking titanic. I just keep on sinking lower and lower, and more people start screaming and freaking out, and eventually I'll sink and die. but I'll make history in the process. and that makes it all right.
I went to a party with JT last night. andy zach joe and I tagged along, knew no one but ourselves, and JT only knew a couple friends of the people that lived there. so that was funny. but no one really cared. and a band played that sounded like the decemberists, but a little different. the lead singer was also ugly, but a different type of ugly than colin. but it's cool, some people got other things going for them. I think Joe and I will play a show with them. it would fit fine, and I think it would be good to do a few unplugged ones like it was saturday night. joe's getting really into the early 70's pop-hippy-rock and roll. you know the shit that is almost annoying how rediculous everything is. but then you rememeber how fucking cool it is, and that's that. I'm all down for rocking out, it fucks with my head when i play something I shouldn't be able to play. But I'm also down for some acoustic, head-in-the-clouds shit like mt. eerie, mixed with a little class and catchiness. don't get me wrong brotha, I think mt. eerie and the microphones can be very catchy, just not as structured as I want to represent. yeah.
At the party were a bunch of women, and I some how only talked continuously with 4. 1 was a wife named pi pe, or something, Joe guessed it was greek and she got way too excited. She was married to chrisgoff, or something weird like that, and they were sitting next to eachother on a couch I was one right next to them, and on pi pe's lap was some weird looking chick, sort of a messier, much more unatractive version of Wynona rider. I obviously don't know how to spell wynona. anyway, this weird looking messy chick is laying on top of the other girl pi pe and their making out and messy has her legs open with a skanky skirt and I stop looking around then and I look at this dude, Chrispoff or whatever, and say so that's your wife fooling around with that girl right there. and he started laughing and the two women stop poking eachother long enough to laugh themselves, then he looks at me and says in such a-where the fuck have you been living- type of way, "Welcome to Portland." and it's true. welcome to portland. this isnt ellensburg. and it's not the suburbs of vancouver. In the next couple years I'm going to be in the heart of the city, doing who knows what with who knows who. Not coke with coke heads, but I could be doing anything with myself by then. Im going to see some weird shit too. musicians don't really live the fancy life. Sleeping on floors after shows. next morning there's a dead transvestite in my trunk and I'm trying to figure out a way to blame it on Joe. But I love Portland. Unless one of those crazy earth quakes that are suppose to kill us comes, I'm here for a while.
uh, thats it for now, Im tired.
Brent
I went to a party with JT last night. andy zach joe and I tagged along, knew no one but ourselves, and JT only knew a couple friends of the people that lived there. so that was funny. but no one really cared. and a band played that sounded like the decemberists, but a little different. the lead singer was also ugly, but a different type of ugly than colin. but it's cool, some people got other things going for them. I think Joe and I will play a show with them. it would fit fine, and I think it would be good to do a few unplugged ones like it was saturday night. joe's getting really into the early 70's pop-hippy-rock and roll. you know the shit that is almost annoying how rediculous everything is. but then you rememeber how fucking cool it is, and that's that. I'm all down for rocking out, it fucks with my head when i play something I shouldn't be able to play. But I'm also down for some acoustic, head-in-the-clouds shit like mt. eerie, mixed with a little class and catchiness. don't get me wrong brotha, I think mt. eerie and the microphones can be very catchy, just not as structured as I want to represent. yeah.
At the party were a bunch of women, and I some how only talked continuously with 4. 1 was a wife named pi pe, or something, Joe guessed it was greek and she got way too excited. She was married to chrisgoff, or something weird like that, and they were sitting next to eachother on a couch I was one right next to them, and on pi pe's lap was some weird looking chick, sort of a messier, much more unatractive version of Wynona rider. I obviously don't know how to spell wynona. anyway, this weird looking messy chick is laying on top of the other girl pi pe and their making out and messy has her legs open with a skanky skirt and I stop looking around then and I look at this dude, Chrispoff or whatever, and say so that's your wife fooling around with that girl right there. and he started laughing and the two women stop poking eachother long enough to laugh themselves, then he looks at me and says in such a-where the fuck have you been living- type of way, "Welcome to Portland." and it's true. welcome to portland. this isnt ellensburg. and it's not the suburbs of vancouver. In the next couple years I'm going to be in the heart of the city, doing who knows what with who knows who. Not coke with coke heads, but I could be doing anything with myself by then. Im going to see some weird shit too. musicians don't really live the fancy life. Sleeping on floors after shows. next morning there's a dead transvestite in my trunk and I'm trying to figure out a way to blame it on Joe. But I love Portland. Unless one of those crazy earth quakes that are suppose to kill us comes, I'm here for a while.
uh, thats it for now, Im tired.
Brent