Thursday, March 31, 2011
I said, 'what a child deserves'. Not 'what a child understands'.
That manifested itself into something very obscure, unclear, and almost outworldly.
Even today, when it's dark, I am unable to close my eyes and picture what I look like.
Or when I'm standing in front of the mirror, and when I stare straight into his eyes, I'm looking at the unfamiliar. It is almost challenging.
It's like that man says, "I'm you. What are you going to do about it?"
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Dead eye. This is how the line goes:
"In the darkest corner of my mind I see a boy with a crooked smile.
With a crown made of tinsel and glassbeads on a wire, singing a song out of time.
Now if you believe I'll bleed for you.
And if I could bleed, then so could you.
Close your eyes and pretend it'll go away.
But you know that you've got nothing to lose."
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
You know that space between "I'm so fucking plastered." and "Fuck that, I hated her anyway. Give me another." ? That. There's no choice or reasoning there, yes? No 'sir. See what I did there? No you don't. YOU do.
And you never realize when or how you got there. Like a walk with a stranger from a crowded street to a dark alley.
Some things are still lurking around. But so does the stink of shit.
Fucked if it's gone.
And fuck you.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
That two second freeze before a smile
The first drag
The first drag after
That two-second silence after the song ends, and before the crowd erupts
That space where the back ceases to be the back, and the waist is just a promise
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Thank you for writing to me.
You made me very very happy.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
You're looking for something dead.
You find it.
Now you feel it. Hold it with your hands.
Press it. Hard.
It's cold. That doesn't matter to you.
You're fingers are looking for goosebumps on the skin.
Raised. Like tiny boils.
Waiting to be pinched.
Waiting to be stretched.
You rub it in a circular motion with your thumbs.
It's soft. And tough. At the same time.
You take a deep breath.
And think of how this would feel if it were alive.
You can't, can you?
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Sunneith and I shared a few thoughts on 'Happy' people yesterday.
I think he'll love this poem by Shel Silverstein:
THE LAND OF HAPPY
Have you been to The Land of Happy,
Where everyone's happy all day,
Where they joke and they sing
Of the happiest things,
And everyone's jolly and gay?
There's no one unhappy in Happy,
There's laughter and smiles galore.
I have been to The Land of Happy--
What a bore!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Things have been fairly dormant over the last few weeks. A lot of things going on for all of us, personally as well as professionally. Band rehearsals are on. We resume practice today after a week's gap.
Vinay and I have decided to rework the vocal patterns for half of the older songs, to make them more interesting. It's fun. It's like bringing in another woman into the equation. Only without the rejection, latex, and batteries.
Shit has been working out for Vinay and me otherwise as well. His secret side-project promises to be the most vile piece of sonic cadaver-flesh there is. As for me, Skyharbor is working on the debut album. We should be putting up something soon.
So, yeah. Hope you guys are happy and doing well. Talk to us.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I've been lost.
For about 2 weeks now.
I'm alone and uninspired.
It's words that inspire me.
I love to see them, beautifully positioned on paper, in a manner never seen before.
Words that create colours in my head are usually the ones that make me smile.
I hope I find some soon.
I don't like being so uncomfortable around myself.