Efrim Menuck:
Founder of Godspeed You! Black Emperor and A Silver Mt. Zion, among others. I seriously cannot understate the magnitude of his mucial genius.
I would like to send him my soul in a neatly sealed envelope, in the hopes that he might twirl it between his fingers into a miniscule thread with which to string his guitar.
- Unattributed
Oh, the lessons to be learned from Malcolm In The Middle
I Need Somebody, by The Stooges
Today I wandered around swanky parts of North Portland playing this song as loud as I could in places I wasn’t technically supposed to be - I would very much like to find a suitable girl to serenade with this.
You should focus on what you want out life:
Today I went for a walk with my guitar, and ended up jamming for over an hour in a driveway with a pretty savvy old bassist named Larry and his girlfriend, and apparently I’ve got “Chops” :)
Good day much?
Why the hell can’t I ever meet people like this?
It occurred to me today, that if we were actually being real with ourselves, pretty much everything in Pokemon would be horrible and disgusting.
School Counselor: “So, have you thought about what you want to do with your life?”
Kid: “I’m going to catch wild animals, make them live in tiny little balls ninety-nine percent of the time, and only really let them out so they can fight each other until one or both of them faint from exhaustion - and I’m going to be the best at it!”
It’s a nice fantasy (don’t get me wrong, Pokemon kicks much posterior), but let’s not delude ourselves - in real life, this kid would have a DHS case worker at his house so fast it’d spin his hat the right away around.
Fuck ”I Love you”.
Those three words will never be true, the definitions are too fucked up; you can’t say it without setting off this huge chain reaction of connotations and expectations that just destroys any meaning it might have had to begin with.
Stick to the facts. I won’t say I love you, and I won’t say I need you. Because neither of those statements is true at the end of the day.
But I’ll say that I want you, and I’ll say that you make me happy, and I will say that I’ll be lonesome when you go, all those things are true, and a hell of a lot less neurotic than “I love you”.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I keep listening to Bob Dylan.
In fact we’re in the exact same place.
So why the hell are we so far apart?
