Thursday, March 26, 2009

we own the streets

michael jones landed on a direct flight from new york the other night. the trifecta has squared off. its been brilliant.
keep it coming.



vrknnn



barfly

brotherbear!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

if i could just leave my body for a night



weak shift. so slow, so slow. i dont know where to begin, or end. yesterday tobin took me up this offramp to i-5 towards some makers mark, & we saw seattle spiral around us. everything changed. i didnt know what to make of it, the curve of the city after a decent night at work, all the way up the hill. theres so much of this city left to see. all very surreal. i was hoping id get over that eventually, but that feeling works its way back again & again. the experiences in these past few weeks alone have shifted me entirely. id be confused or overwhelmed, but i never bother. i just keep going on, getting further in. or farther out. not sure. i met with suzanne, she told me to live for myself. no one else. & not to feel guilty for it. i should, i want to, but i dont. i dont feel guilty yet. i just feel fear that someday i will. she told me to always choose adventure. almost always. i was taught shame. i cant handle that anymore. im not ashamed of who ive become. or what i believe. or how i go about my days. this is all very irrelevant for an online blog, you know? im stoked to be alive, if only for the time being.

"in the flowers" animal collective
"within you" ray lamontagne
"the white flash" modeselektor featuring thom yorke
"slow show" the national
"despite what youve been told" two gallants
"a gift for melody anne" the avett brothers
"ode to lrc" band of horses
"after the curtain" beirut
"in your mind" built to spill
"all you ever wanted" the black keys
"live your life" ti
"cant believe a single word" vhs or beta

[tobin:]


it seems i just missed a call from brendan, meandering through the roads towards memphis, on his way back from south by southwest, & that voicemail nearly broke my heart. if i could type it out, youd understand. i miss that rambling voice. i miss that wandering boy. those were the sweetest words ive heard in awhile.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

fiesta mazatlan nights 8-9

im done. im out. im retiring. its been incredible, but my body & my home need to rest up.
night 8 at my place on capitol hill,
night 9 at nabils in the southside,
night 10 at cobys on mlk drive.

epic, but a girl needs her rest.



























Thursday, March 19, 2009

fiesta mazatlan night 7

didnt really have a party on slate for last night, so we ventured out to golden gardens in ballard for an epic bonfire. its amazing that however last minute the plans were, how many people were down. this week has been brilliant, & im sad to see it go. though it looks like a few folks are pushing it into the weekend, so it might just never end. i see neverending bonfires this summertime. im thinking of staying in seattle.








omar salazar

im reposting tyler bledsoes clip in mind field, but who knows how long it will take for youtube to murder this one too. but im also throwing omar salazar because thats more how ive been feeling lately. a little less mellow than usual. he skates way fast & kicks it around latin america. perfect. the style between the two varies hugely, but both are brilliant. so there you go.

tyler bledsoe

omar salazar


other than that, jason dill skates to animal collective & heath kirchart has a morrissey song. so just buy the film already!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

fiesta mazatlan night 6






















st patricks day. avoided clever dunnes at all costs, the only irish bar on olive way...after bentons dropped in to hollyhood at havana. every nights another story. today jordy & i procured some epic pow frosties. i dont even know how old i was when i last had a frosty, but my god, they are banging. ive had endless energy at work lately, its been bizarre. vitamins are insane. now im eating pretzels, listening to elliott smith, worrying about austins whereabouts, noticing the space needle is lit up green...