nesting
tonight I’m all over the place.
I’m listening to Totimoshi, this band I saw open for Fu Manchu in Costa Mesa back in November. really heavy, hard rock, d minor kind of shit. interesting stuff.
went up and saw the East Coast Family a couple of days ago.
yes. I was in DC. and I didn’t call nobody. Spencer, in the off chance you happen upon this; I’m sorry dude, time is short. but I’ve got a lot of weekends coming up, and a lot of free time.
now, it’s “whore monger” by Non Prophets.
the kid is adorable. she babbles. “ba, dabadblahbadabeada.” no hard syllables. pretends she’s reading books with you. gets disinterested quickly. gives you high fives (she’s 16 months, for god’s sake, that’s awesome). all sorts of cool shit.
also, she craps, a lot. definitely a McMullan.
and now, “o green world” by Gorillaz. favorite Gorillaz track. ya heard?
went and got some beers with Cat tonight. she gets a tip o’ the hat. I can be pretty droll, and we had a lot of beer. but, apparently she feels nearly the same way I do about northern Virginia. soul-sucking-endless sprawl-and-traffic northern Virginia. kindred spirits, man.
this one’s “we’ll make great pets” by Jane’s Addiction.
when I was up in Alexandria, I got the opportunity to see Quantico with my dad. which, by all accounts, I really enjoyed.
Quantico is where my parents met in 1969. I think it was 69. give or take a year. so that’s where my begrudging, dysfunctional disaster of a nuclear family began. saw where dad was posted. saw mom’s barracks. the officer’s schools he studied in. etcetera.
kind of cool, considering I’ve never seen it. and it was only about 30 minutes from our house growing up.
kind of hard to imagine that courtship. ehhhh, Mar.
“corona,” as done by Calexico.
this guy I know through peoples died a few nights ago. train accident.
my response was exasperated. like the ultimate disappointment. just, come on, man, a train? you were worth more than that.
RIP, Pug.
My most distinct memory of Pug was when I was sitting in our living room watching tv and out of nowhere a pillow gets thrown from the second story window. I stared at it for a second, and then more random Josh/Phil shit starts getting tossed. Beer cans, glass bottles, cushions… It was like a beautiful array of snowflakes, no two were alike. This was Pug. Hilarious to be around, as long as you don’t have to clean up after him… which thankfully I never had to. He will be missed.
-Smith
I was out of town dude, no worries. I’m in Hawaii for work. Not bad.