Monday, February 20, 2006

At the end of the day, gonna say what I mean

You and me, meant to be--
Immutable, impossible.
It's destiny, pure lunacy--
Incalculable, insufferable.

And for the last time:
You're everything that I want and ask for.
You're all that I dream.
Who wouldn't be the one you love?
Who wouldn't stand inside your love,
Protected and a lover of
A pure soul and beautiful you?

Don't understand; don't feel me now.
I will breathe for the both of us.
Travel the world; traverse the skies.
Your home is here within my heart.

And for the first time,
I feel as though I am reborn,
In my mind
Recast as child and mystic sage.
Who wouldn't be the one you love?
Who wouldn't stand inside your love?

And for the first time,
I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound.
In my time,
I'll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind.
You're mine forever now.
Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for?
Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for?
Who wouldn't be the one you love?

Smashing Pumpkins, "Stand Inside Your Love"

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I'm outside of your window with my radio

Three more days until the anchor drops ... that is, until the craziness of Speens' and my trip to Sayreville, N.J. begins. Here's how it's going to work:
Step 1: Speens arrives in Sryacuse, N.Y. on Feb. 17. I call Jake to make sure there's room for us on the list.
Step 2: We proceed to get shitty.
Step 3: The next morning, Speens and I board a Greyhound bus to New York City.
Step 4: Wormann meets us in the city, along with Dino (and maybe Jay). We engage in a glorious DMBtabs reunion, and Wormann drives us to East Brunswick, N.J., where we check into the Comfort Inn and deposit our unwanted belongings.
Step 5: We drive to the Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, N.J., right next to East Brunswick, where the Umphrey's show will take place.
Step 6: Doors for the show open precisely at 7:30 p.m.
Step 7: Show begins at 8 p.m. We all proceed to rock out and get even shittier than the night before.
Step 8: We meet up with Jake and the rest of Umphrey's backstage and, as Jake told me on the phone, "Have a beer, hang out and talk music."
Step 9 (optional): We return to the hotel and get some sleep.
Alternate step 9: We hang out with the band all night, realize, "Oh shit, we have to be at Penn Station by 11 a.m." and rush to the hotel to grab our things and get to the bus on time.
Step 10: Speens and I take our leave of the DMBtabs dudes and head back to 'Cuse.
Step 11: I go to work and Speens stays another night on my couch, dumbfounded at what just happened.

Until then, I have a shitload of work to get done, including a five-page paper, a news story and a short story. Mom and Aunt Mo are coming tomorrow, and we're going out to lunch. I still have to look up a good place to eat at.

Valentine's Day was delightful, but, believe it or not, the best is yet to come. I even got flowers. Apparently I'm in high demand this year. Go figure. I still don't know why or how.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Walking in my sleep again

And so begins another perfectly self-destructive weekend ... but I have to get through the last day of the work week first.

On deck are a slew of events, beginning tonight with the usual Thursday Night Beer Pong in the basement of my place of employment. Next up is Jared's "Arrested Development" party, where partygoers are urged to dress up as their favorite "Arrested Development" character. Unfortuantely, I still have yet to see the series, so I'm doomed to dressing as myself. Saturday presents an array of fun: First, Gavin and I are going on a "date" and hanging with his roommates until the Cops and Robbers Party at Dana and Amy's, where he and I will be appearing as Bonnie and Clyde. I'll be sporting my '20s-looking strapless black dress. I can only imagine how that night's going to end.

This weekend is going to be the last grope, last grasp of fun I'll have at least until next weekend, since next week will be a week of straight work. This week was actually pretty calm: I decided to hold off on a story for NEW 305 because of lack of story ideas. Next week, I'll have to work on a story, write a five-page paper for my history class read a bunch for history and German and finish up my short story by Tuesday. It's going to be one hellish week.

I've got to call Jake tomorrow. There are less than nine more days until we meet again.

I bought an ounce of salvia online the other day. It's a legal hallucinogen. Don't ask me how this stuff is still unregulated. I haven't tried it yet, but I know it's an herbal drug that causes users to briefly hallucinate and sometimes even black out when taken in doses of about .25 to .5 grams at a time. Me being the cat I am, I'm curious. The only problem is that the company is sending it from Washington state through Canada, which made the shipping and handling about twice as much as the actual ounce cost. Oh well. It'll be an interesting experiment. The best part is it's entirely legal to possess, sell and use in the United States. There have been small pushes made by state governments to control the drug, especially in New York state (legislation has been passed by the New York State Senate that banned the sale of the drug within the state, but it's still under consideration by the State Assembly). So far, only Louisiana and Missouri have completely criminalized the drug. All this stuff really interests me, just like legislation surrounding complaints by the RIAA and the movie industry regarding music, television show and film pirating. If only the government knew ...

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

I've spent the past couple of weekends in a drunken haze. This probably isn't a good thing, because blacking out is not necessarily something to brag about.

I guess my excuse for my drunken behavior comes from the D.O. Transition party last weekend, where I consumed large amounts of liquor and subsequently tried to fend off several groping male hands ... yeesh. You can find pictures of the madness on my Facebook profile.

In other news, I'll be spending the summer at The Buffalo News. I guess driving out there and interviewing paid off after all. What's more? Ethan will be with me, which should prove very delightful. We get along well. It's good to have him in the office next to mine.

In a matter of weeks, Speens will be here, and we'll be off on the bus to New York City and then to Sayreville, N.J. for the Umphrey's show. I still have to let Jake know we'll be there. The new Umphrey's album comes out in April. I can't wait.

I've fallen in love with the new show "Love Monkey." First of all, I've loved Tom Cavanagh since he was in "Ed." Now it's gotten even better: He's an A&R rep and a total music freak. I watched the first episode thinking, "Wow, this show was created just for me." Getting to the point, it is through this show that I discovered Teddy Geiger, who appears on the show as up-and-coming kid artist "Wayne." In reality, he's a 17-year-old musician from Rochester who began composing music at age 8. He sings and plays drums, guitar and piano on his debut album, "Underage Thinking," which comes out in March. He amazed me from the start: Something about his sound just struck me. It's poppy, but still maintains a stripped down, personal feel. The only thing that bothers me is it seems his fanbase is mostly comprised of teeny-bopper girls. To me, that just screams "Total Request Live" and "America's next plastic-wrapped pop icon."

Which is why I've decided to take matters into my own hands. I e-mailed the information address from his Web site and asked for an interview with him for The D.O. I told Sheebs about him, and he suggested I get ahold of the kid. We'll see how that all pans out. Chances are it'll become nothing; after all, how many times do quasi-famous teenage artists agree to an interview with a college paper? Until then, all I can do is enjoy the music from afar and hope to God his fame among the pop-obsessed pre-pubescent fades with time as an older, more affluent crowd discovers his talents.