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I started doing Hard Drugs. Don't worry, it's a musical project, not a bummer. I played the first HD show in Oakland on John Benson's bus. It was 15 seconds long and afterwards I had a huge Gorbachev style purple mark on my forehead. I have a few ideas of how it got there, but nothing for sure. Lando-dawgs went to take a piss and he missed my whole set. The Oakland show was rad. 10 other projects played. Deep Jew played in the bus and sucked because the crowd was so rowdy they couldn't keep their guitars plugged in for more than a few seconds, but they'd played their best show ever the day before in San Francisco. The bill for the Hard Drugs/Deep Jew show was actually pretty impressive:
Kyle Mabson
Hard Drugs
Robin Williams on Fire (w/ Erin Allen on vocals)
Tourette (Paris)
Brian Baxter (Paris)
Unicorn Hard-on
Vitamin Piss
Cellblock (Lando Huffin + the Charleston boys + Vanessa from Coughs = Gnarlsby)
Deep Jew
Tralphaz
Courtesy Flush (Last minute puke jazz unit: Wilson Duchesses on trumpet + Collin Cellblock on clarinet + me on a snare drum)
The trip to Oakland was really above and beyond. We partied sooo aggressively, drank so much, ate so little and talked about so much crazy shit that for two days after I returned I was just walking around dazed, hollow blank stare in my eyes, turning down free beer. I wish people would quit asking about the purple mark on my head. I would move into Huffin House in one minute if I was invited to. ONE minute. That place is amazing, although Lando Dawgs and Susie Plodz said that they're for sure moving to LA.
LA is weird. I'm just waiting for tour, but I have no money and my boss hasn't been calling me with work. I need to save a thousand dollars ideally, because I want to get to the East Coast this summer after tour & my family reunion are over. I don't like going to shows, I smoke entirely ridiculously too much marijuana & I have not had romance in my life in so long that, to quote Mr. Privy, my dick doesn't exist. Just passing time, waiting for the open road, going to SF/East Bay for the third time in two months next weekend for Mr. Boxkar's birthday party. I am also going to go to Magic Mountain with Val Martino and Kaisle Mabson this week. That'll be fun, I've never been and I need to hang out with Val and Ren as much as I can before they move back East.
Dawn, are you gone? Did we not hang out even once before you left? Aww, so goes my world. I'm positive I will see you again. I will make time and/or sure to do so. We will definately meet again.
Oh, I haven't written in a long time, this feels nice.
My room in my new house is great. It's a thin long walk in closet with a massive bookshelf as the left wall. I actually fit everything I own into this room, save for my music equipment. I sleep with a sleeping bag and a blanket on the hardwood floor, I have a vacuum packed plasticene bag that I keep dirty laundry in, I have a deadbolt on my door. My room mates are laid back, kind people that I am good friends with. Danny Murphy and I live together, and as crazy as one might expect that to be, it's actually rather calm. Danny is in and out of the hospital with his drunken escapades, but we're a very zen pairing. I love Danny Murphy to the core of my being. No one knows my brain and my syntax so well. He understands every decision I make. Even when it is evoking scowls and disgust from the rest of the world, he credits my logic and stands firm as a confidant and supporter. I've not had such a nice place to live since I moved out of Amy and I's place. Scoops Ice Cream Parlor is around the corner with vegan gelato ice cream and Danny finally got a nickname, too: Lunchbox Summercamp
Life is weird. Nice and frustrating. Slow and over too soon. Sweet and acrid. Soft hues. Color sweeps away. Do you know that bumpy blurriness that your vision takes on when you're biking really fast? Isn't that exhilarating?
Listening:
Privy Seals/Kakerlak split tape
Friends in the Mountains
The Cranberries (alot)
Skullflower
Secret Abuse LP
Everyday Loneliness cassettes
Tourette
Weezer (old school only)
Love,
Elijah
Kyle Mabson
Hard Drugs
Robin Williams on Fire (w/ Erin Allen on vocals)
Tourette (Paris)
Brian Baxter (Paris)
Unicorn Hard-on
Vitamin Piss
Cellblock (Lando Huffin + the Charleston boys + Vanessa from Coughs = Gnarlsby)
Deep Jew
Tralphaz
Courtesy Flush (Last minute puke jazz unit: Wilson Duchesses on trumpet + Collin Cellblock on clarinet + me on a snare drum)
The trip to Oakland was really above and beyond. We partied sooo aggressively, drank so much, ate so little and talked about so much crazy shit that for two days after I returned I was just walking around dazed, hollow blank stare in my eyes, turning down free beer. I wish people would quit asking about the purple mark on my head. I would move into Huffin House in one minute if I was invited to. ONE minute. That place is amazing, although Lando Dawgs and Susie Plodz said that they're for sure moving to LA.
LA is weird. I'm just waiting for tour, but I have no money and my boss hasn't been calling me with work. I need to save a thousand dollars ideally, because I want to get to the East Coast this summer after tour & my family reunion are over. I don't like going to shows, I smoke entirely ridiculously too much marijuana & I have not had romance in my life in so long that, to quote Mr. Privy, my dick doesn't exist. Just passing time, waiting for the open road, going to SF/East Bay for the third time in two months next weekend for Mr. Boxkar's birthday party. I am also going to go to Magic Mountain with Val Martino and Kaisle Mabson this week. That'll be fun, I've never been and I need to hang out with Val and Ren as much as I can before they move back East.
Dawn, are you gone? Did we not hang out even once before you left? Aww, so goes my world. I'm positive I will see you again. I will make time and/or sure to do so. We will definately meet again.
Oh, I haven't written in a long time, this feels nice.
My room in my new house is great. It's a thin long walk in closet with a massive bookshelf as the left wall. I actually fit everything I own into this room, save for my music equipment. I sleep with a sleeping bag and a blanket on the hardwood floor, I have a vacuum packed plasticene bag that I keep dirty laundry in, I have a deadbolt on my door. My room mates are laid back, kind people that I am good friends with. Danny Murphy and I live together, and as crazy as one might expect that to be, it's actually rather calm. Danny is in and out of the hospital with his drunken escapades, but we're a very zen pairing. I love Danny Murphy to the core of my being. No one knows my brain and my syntax so well. He understands every decision I make. Even when it is evoking scowls and disgust from the rest of the world, he credits my logic and stands firm as a confidant and supporter. I've not had such a nice place to live since I moved out of Amy and I's place. Scoops Ice Cream Parlor is around the corner with vegan gelato ice cream and Danny finally got a nickname, too: Lunchbox Summercamp
Life is weird. Nice and frustrating. Slow and over too soon. Sweet and acrid. Soft hues. Color sweeps away. Do you know that bumpy blurriness that your vision takes on when you're biking really fast? Isn't that exhilarating?
Listening:
Privy Seals/Kakerlak split tape
Friends in the Mountains
The Cranberries (alot)
Skullflower
Secret Abuse LP
Everyday Loneliness cassettes
Tourette
Weezer (old school only)
Love,
Elijah