It started with a song. (Give Me Something by O.A.R.) Then another one. (Gonna Get Better by Better Than Ezra) Then a third. (Lincoln Avenue by Train) And a fourth. (Get in the Car and Drive by Blu Sanders) I had all of these independent ideas running around in my head and I had no idea what to do with them. On their own, they didn’t hold up to make a complete story. But because…
How the hell is it November already? I used to dread this month with every fiber of my being. Now I just sit and wonder where the hell the year went. The bat just thinks it’s funny. Then again, the bat thinks everything is funny. At least we get an extra hour of sleep tonight. Sheep can’t wait. — Faster Matt Nathanson
I have been perming my hair since I was eight years old. (And to everyone who says perms are awful, thank you so much for implying my hair looks like shit…which admittedly, sometimes it does. But that generally has nothing to do with the chemically induced curl.) Before that it was straight, fine, and very flat. Not every perm has been the greatest (third grade school pictures, I’m looking at you), but I’ve never had…
a.) It’s 66 degrees in my bedroom. The rest of the house is currently 72 and comfortable, but the bedroom is consistently 66 degrees and freezing. With the heat on. Windows are highly overrated. b.) I keep looking at this blog, seeing a multitude of formatting issues that have been sitting around for far too long. And despite the fact that they drive me absolutely insane, I can never muster the mental fortitude to fix…
I gave up on Facebook almost two years ago. It was getting increasingly more difficult to filter out the shit I didn’t want to see and instead of fighting with the ever-changing (largely non-functional) settings of the site, it was just easier to STOP. It was a fantastic decision. I don’t miss it in the least. Sure I have no idea what’s going on with people I actually know, but really, if they miss me…
A few months back Bob made the observation that I hadn’t had any new music to listen to in a long time and that it was likely a contributing factor to my general disposition and lack of creative inspiration. I conceded that he was probably right—as he usually is—and lamented the nondescript time frames of upcoming releases from some of my favorites. And then everybody released new music at the same time. Better Than Ezra…
