Saturday, April 23, 2011

Just cause you were wondering

I DID have a dream that I lent my bass to Charlie for a show and he snapped the neck and it fell on the floor and it just dropped to the ground and he just kept fucking around on stage.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Kids more fucked up than I was

I'm about halfway through Palo Alto stories by the actor James Franco. I'm not enjoying it. It's not horrible, it's like a really good story by a high school senior. The kids don't have emotions, or enough emotions, or emotions I can relate to. I haven't read Ellis, but wonder if that's what he's going for. Not my style, but it's good to mix it up... I guess.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

exactly the type of book I want to be reading, most of the time.

I "read" The Great Gatsby in high school-what a shame I didn't actually enjoy reading things like this back then... I guess it really took Ondaatje to shake me into the whole book thing. By "read" I mean-read the first chapter, skimmed the book, skimmed the end, listened to the teacher and aced the test.

Reading it this January-it was just what I needed and just where I wanted to be. It's a quick book. but, between quick lines, I was certainly hit with some stand out beauties.

Man. I wish I wrote about this right after I read it, as opposed to months later with a head that aches. but I feel like I gotta get this out.

Tom cheated on Daisy. Daisy knew. Daisy cheated on Tom. She didn't really seem to care. Gatsby put so much effort into attaining Daisy. He built a whole life around it. Daisy and Tom sit in the kitchen. It was a powerful silent moment. a married moment. Gatsby died. BANG BANG BANG!

Well, well... this doesn't sound much different than reading the answers from that test in high school.

4:The Great Gatsby-F. Scott Fitzgerald