All Aboard.
The Blue Dots:covalent bonds:what was the price you paid
It's been a crazy time. From the Auditions and gig with Tim & Eric's awesome show, a new series of on line webcasts at O11 doing artist interviews. And if you never figured out the cryptic last blog, One of my videos was featured in the comedy section on Youtube. It received over 500,000 views so far and though no longer featured it's still grabbing hundreds of hits daily. It also more than doubled my subscriber base from 195 to over 400 people watching me.
It's been a crazy enough time with just all the internet stuffs.
Saturday was 777. All the people of youtube determined this to be the magical date to meet up in New York. Which I was supposed to go to. But fate, budget and too much "realistic thinking" stopped me in my tracks and I stayed in LA.
So I did what any person could do. I sit and stewed.
Jawbreaker:boxcar:I'm coloring outside your guidelines
Actually I didn't do that at all. I took action. I found several other people on the YouTube, in the LA or OC area and invited them over. So on Saturday Phase 1 happened, and the early arrivals and I played tourist, walked about Hollywood, took pictures, ate hot dogs, went to Amoeba records.
Phase 2 involved stopping at the shady Hole in the wall Pla-Boy liquor.
The Weakerthans:aside:I'm so much better than I used to be
After grabbing ice and beer and Smirnoff coolers for the girl we headed back to my place and put Phase 2 in to full swing. Part of which was activating the video chat to broadcast that we were having at least as much fun as the East Coast Contingent if not more.
We drank, played Nintendo Wii, watched a really bad horror movie and taunted people that could make it to neither the LA or NYC meet ups. It was all in all a really great time. I'd met half the people before in real life and the other half that showed up were all easy to get along with. So it was a really good time. Even though I was competing for the attention/affection of a girl with the guy I probably most consider a friend at the party.
good Riddance:Defuse the popular struggle:I need a Reason!
But no good deed come unpunished. Around 1:30am as we hung outside in the night air, with a tense rivalry my opponent received a text message. the only things I could make out were him reading "surgery" and then mumbling "fuck fuck fuck".
I headed inside as he went to make a phone call.
ten minutes later he came inside to rejoin the party already crying, already beyond sanity. In full on hysterics.
Face to Face:ordinary:it's all inside your mind.
He was beyond the ability to speak or explain, but we all understood more or less and as he packed up and left, the girl followed (obviously). I realized he'd left his sunglasses and took a deep breath and headed out behind them. He was in full sob on her shoulder, and I placed a hand on his shoulder said "I'm gonna put your sun glasses in your bag" and I went inside.
Face to Face:complicated:you can't have what you wanted
Back inside the remaining three of us sat in an some what awkward silence and tried to figure out if anyone knew anything more than anyone else.
In time the girl came back inside.
We all sat in silence.
Eventually we decided that maybe this was a good time to call it a night, and that a good time was had.
and most everyone went home, except the one girl who'd made arrangements to stay over so she could drink.
jawbreaker:down:can't you hear the sound of machines all breaking down?
It's been an active time lately. Which is nice, there's been just too much routine lately, and a horrible routine at that. Work, Internet, Sleep, repeat. It's time for something new in the life of Sam to happen. Time for Phase 2. Time to stop fucking around with all these "jobs". Actual create something.
Udora:faith & reason:yesterday I ran because I wanted, to swallow up the whole world for a girl
I used to talk to my friend Kenny about this "thing", call it fame, wealth, celebrity... I used to tell him it's like we're at the side of this massive bullet train that's going by and we can see all the little people on board and no matter how fast we grab, or jump, or run we can't catch on to the side of it.
Last week I was so busy with things I started to think; Maybe it's me, maybe this thing we desire isn't going anywhere and I'm the bullet train. I'm rushing about with no rhyme or reason to where my crew lays track.
But then again, maybe the first metaphor is closer to the truth and I've already got my boarding pass. I just need to find the station.
Play me out boys.
Jimmie Eat World:bleed America:I'm not alone cause the TV's on.
It's been a crazy time. From the Auditions and gig with Tim & Eric's awesome show, a new series of on line webcasts at O11 doing artist interviews. And if you never figured out the cryptic last blog, One of my videos was featured in the comedy section on Youtube. It received over 500,000 views so far and though no longer featured it's still grabbing hundreds of hits daily. It also more than doubled my subscriber base from 195 to over 400 people watching me.
It's been a crazy enough time with just all the internet stuffs.
Saturday was 777. All the people of youtube determined this to be the magical date to meet up in New York. Which I was supposed to go to. But fate, budget and too much "realistic thinking" stopped me in my tracks and I stayed in LA.
So I did what any person could do. I sit and stewed.
Jawbreaker:boxcar:I'm coloring outside your guidelines
Actually I didn't do that at all. I took action. I found several other people on the YouTube, in the LA or OC area and invited them over. So on Saturday Phase 1 happened, and the early arrivals and I played tourist, walked about Hollywood, took pictures, ate hot dogs, went to Amoeba records.
Phase 2 involved stopping at the shady Hole in the wall Pla-Boy liquor.
The Weakerthans:aside:I'm so much better than I used to be
After grabbing ice and beer and Smirnoff coolers for the girl we headed back to my place and put Phase 2 in to full swing. Part of which was activating the video chat to broadcast that we were having at least as much fun as the East Coast Contingent if not more.
We drank, played Nintendo Wii, watched a really bad horror movie and taunted people that could make it to neither the LA or NYC meet ups. It was all in all a really great time. I'd met half the people before in real life and the other half that showed up were all easy to get along with. So it was a really good time. Even though I was competing for the attention/affection of a girl with the guy I probably most consider a friend at the party.
good Riddance:Defuse the popular struggle:I need a Reason!
But no good deed come unpunished. Around 1:30am as we hung outside in the night air, with a tense rivalry my opponent received a text message. the only things I could make out were him reading "surgery" and then mumbling "fuck fuck fuck".
I headed inside as he went to make a phone call.
ten minutes later he came inside to rejoin the party already crying, already beyond sanity. In full on hysterics.
Face to Face:ordinary:it's all inside your mind.
He was beyond the ability to speak or explain, but we all understood more or less and as he packed up and left, the girl followed (obviously). I realized he'd left his sunglasses and took a deep breath and headed out behind them. He was in full sob on her shoulder, and I placed a hand on his shoulder said "I'm gonna put your sun glasses in your bag" and I went inside.
Face to Face:complicated:you can't have what you wanted
Back inside the remaining three of us sat in an some what awkward silence and tried to figure out if anyone knew anything more than anyone else.
In time the girl came back inside.
We all sat in silence.
Eventually we decided that maybe this was a good time to call it a night, and that a good time was had.
and most everyone went home, except the one girl who'd made arrangements to stay over so she could drink.
jawbreaker:down:can't you hear the sound of machines all breaking down?
It's been an active time lately. Which is nice, there's been just too much routine lately, and a horrible routine at that. Work, Internet, Sleep, repeat. It's time for something new in the life of Sam to happen. Time for Phase 2. Time to stop fucking around with all these "jobs". Actual create something.
Udora:faith & reason:yesterday I ran because I wanted, to swallow up the whole world for a girl
I used to talk to my friend Kenny about this "thing", call it fame, wealth, celebrity... I used to tell him it's like we're at the side of this massive bullet train that's going by and we can see all the little people on board and no matter how fast we grab, or jump, or run we can't catch on to the side of it.
Last week I was so busy with things I started to think; Maybe it's me, maybe this thing we desire isn't going anywhere and I'm the bullet train. I'm rushing about with no rhyme or reason to where my crew lays track.
But then again, maybe the first metaphor is closer to the truth and I've already got my boarding pass. I just need to find the station.
Play me out boys.
Jimmie Eat World:bleed America:I'm not alone cause the TV's on.