i know i don't know much about bikes, but look at this.

http://belovedcycles.com/seasonal/flamme-rouge/

bang yer head

here's a video.

best horoscope ever

read this saturday from the l magazine.

Oh the mistakes we make. The missteps we take. The feelings we fake. The brownies we bake. The thirsts we slake. The leaves we rake. The promises we break. We are fragile, weak creatures, Aquarius, this we know. But we’re also capable of truly wonderful things… Love can get us through a lot, you know.

yeasayer at toad's place

yeasayer did it up real big at toad's place saturday night. here are 2 videos from it taken by the kid who was standing right in front of us.

ambling alp


wait for the summer

american war - rhetoric

i have a blog?
forgot about that for a minute.

ok so this album is absolutely awesome. it's filling in the temporary hole defiance, ohio is leaving in my soul since they haven't come out with a new album in a little while. i hate to compare. i mean, american war is the band that makes you want to sing out loud with those bros you never get sick of (read: justin gauged hood huddy, jeffrey crystal palitsch, cryin ryan jankir jenkins, smiley gannon) and those girls who never seem to change no matter how long it's been (ra-rah-rachel bailey)

this is an acoustic version of bricks from iymi.

American War - Bricks from If You Make It on Vimeo.

i'm working on a few mixtapes right now. oh mixcd / mix.rarfiles. whatever they're called now. let's say playlists.

remember when i had that radio show maybe mixtapes? that one was the best. i did a year of mixtape playlists where i had themes. i still have my cd for "hurricane katrina ruined my life". it was songs about life being hard, but laughable.

also. jeff is an architect at an ivy league grad school. laughing.
zomgzninjaz: there's a fucking free happy hour in my building right now and i'm not drinking cause i'm waiting on a desk crit
zomgzninjaz: i'm gonna lose my shit in a minute

ryan jenkins.

this is kind of weird because it's my best friend, but not really because his music is wonderful. ryan is a wonderful songwriter and i love giving him a hard time to write and play more songs. ryan and i became friends freshman year of college, he was one of the first kids i met as a misplaced southerner in "the north". it's good though, he's from mass and i'm pretty sure i love everyone from massachusetts. (ok, yeah, mitt romney blows)

he also shares the same name as a recently famous VH1 reality tv star gone psycho. i can't say that. i think the only other allison guidrys live in south louisiana...
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actually, i just spent 10 minutes searching people named allison guidry and freaking out a little each time i saw a picture of one. ehh it's pretty weird. my kid's names will be dinosaur and magpie to avoid confusion. that is assuming i ever have children, which i would gladly volunteer to never do.
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so ryan sings songs about drinkin, putting your back to bullshit, havin good friends and fallin in love. all of which i support 100%, and all of which are important factors in our wonderful friendship. the picture on the left there is from a trip we took back to new orleans at my friend russell's house. i know i go on alot about having great friends, but really kids like this are hard to come by.

you can download his "album" (live set from gz at rpi) here or at his myspace.

the weakerthans. sounds familiar.

the words in this song are absolutely beautiful. john played it solo at the weakerthans show i was lucky enough to see at the bowery ballroom. here are some photos + setlist from that show.


forgive my blatant copying from a lyrics website.

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too.

The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.