Wandering Beat [Test]

Trying out a simpler mode of sound-sharing. A sketch more for test purposes.

Heat Gift

Last night I

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Hush or Miss It

In my room, bebreifed and beovened in the afternoon heat/afterwork stupor. Listening to the first mixtape Faulkner made for the Cajun Boys Collective, which I enjoy because it’s so much like a mixtape I might have made for myself, as the best usually are. The day’s weird leftover energy: I wanna go in five directions, but I kinda just wanna sit here too, and let everything else go in five directions for me.

We thoroughly cleaned house yesterday, which is too bad because this week’s heat will likely make it an unsuitable place to do anything (expect perhaps in the basement, which we didn’t clean). At any rate I find that I am more prone to cleaning than I used to be, which is probably an attempt to exert control or feel some sense of stability, away from the stuck-throttle of work.

Work, clean, bass and dream–that is a fair summary of activities outside of the occasional [and current] languor in which I’m composing this blog. Oh, and a daily Neti Pot! Simple pleasures and drastic measures. I may try to read Mary Robison’s Why Did I Ever again, so as to access this feeling of sinewy sweaty NOLAness I’ve lately been pining for in the soft Oregon heat. My friend Penny loaned me the book back in the day, and it was just the ennui I needed then; maybe it will do me right again. It’s funny how the jones for new ideas + feelings always seems to send me to old places…

Weapons on Bed

Another excellent search term that leads to /M/S/ – I would hurry up and use this title for a song or a poem r somethin, but instead here’s another video from Novos Baianos:

Dinner Music

Parrot + Tarot

Two things I look at every day

Circa Winter Collage, Found in the stacks & scatters

Latest Artings have been rough…underwhelming results mostly, though I like this tag

Sorry the blog is so sleepy. Job job life’s tough blah blah etc. I’m going to see ‘Tyson’ tonight. I’ve been quite immersed in cassette tapes lately; mixtapes for friends if you want em.

Cupcake Cuff

Regular rigors have got my brain all stretchy and pliable like hot putty, so I’ve fashioned a bit of a handle this week, and I’m maintaining a grip–hopefully it’s not just the eye-socket of a storm. Normal is always new, in a way…brains like to adjust, and if I’m managing not to capsize with the help of frozen corndogs, frequent thriftshopping and an early bedtime, why complain?

Air War is keeping my music-mind busy, as new riffs and pieces need lyrics and other mouth-noises. The lyric suggestion sheets we distributed at our last show have yielded good word-kernels and actionable criticism–we are well on our way to a more democratic method of rocking.

The summer is bustin’ out, and I just got a new glue-stick. It may be tags-tyme again soon. Will keep you posted…

I should be dancing

Saturday is the new Friday, where I am concerned, and as I prepare to perform my various labors, I’d like what what she’s having

The Feeling Flew

Doing battle, guts amiss, body aching

Tolls take

The Move