
This is how I felt yesterday. For about a week, really.
So I said, and so I told others.
A very comedic friend of mine said:
You feel like a cat with sleeves? Is that cat even wearing a shirt or a jacket, or is it just sleeves?
No, the cat has two broken arms, I believe.
To which he replied:
I will call it a matter of opinion, and perhaps a telling one. You see maimed cats, I see comfortable, creative ones. My glass is fucking FULL-full.
Oh, perspective! How could I forget about you.
So then I decided to become creative and comfortable. Last night I stayed in.
I designed our album cover.
Initially, I wanted a skull with rainbows shooting out the its orfices with power, like carebearstare style. Andrew was entertained but not on board:
A: How is this relevant at all to our songs?
me: ...skulls are a part of all of us.
A: laughing...come on, what are your songs about?
me:...skulls.
A: Your songs are not about skulls and you know it.
me: CAAAMM AWWWNNN
A: No.
Andrew suggested that skulls are a good idea because they are morbose, but a little overdone irony-wise. And then there's that unicorns album. But that album was about death, so it's ok.
So what did I find that was morbose yet awesome...??
______.
You'll see.
Here are some personal letters not adressed to you. You can read them anyway and feel all voyeuristic and such:
Kelkel I'm excited to see you in November. I'm sorry I suck at keeping in touch. Lately I can't even keep in touch with those in my own city. xox.
Dear CMAN,
Happy Law school year 2. Always remember that this blog was started one year ago when you went away, so I could distract you from studying. And poke fun at things I don't like. Like, In Flight Safety. About every second day I regret everything (oh of course not, it's AWESOME working a shitty job so I can sink further and further into debt being in band. Oh right, I love this, good.) and wish I was at law school with you. But somebody's got to do it. And don't worry, I'm still as pompous as ever.
I keep your letter of wisdom on my dresser mirror. My boyfriend thought it was from colum instead of you and got uncomfortable. Who thought that so much evil could be lost and friendship gained from dropping the 'o' and adding an 'a'.
Your Rock N Roll Martyr,
JMAN
1 Comments:
Awwwww. I get my own personal letter.
Glad to hear you're keeping the faith back home, life is a drunken retarded mess up here. Plus schooling too. It's a bit overwhelming. I am consistently enjoying the blog, regardless. Hopefully I'll be back for some Pop Explosion, nice to see you're in on that with some people I've never heard of.
Also, very excited about the album and mysterious art. And I'm officially adding "Skulls are a part of all of us" to my personal philosophy.
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