GOOD JOB TEXAS

Respect
to Wolf Coutoure
and Ewing McGangsta
for
calling in.

Fort Worth, Bro

Took
the weekend off
to play trombone
for
my friends in the band
Deer Vibes
at the WestBerryMusicFestival
in Fort Worth, Tx.
Aside from 
the greatness that is
playing
a 4-foot long instrument,
or
finally being able to justify
choosing
middle school band 
over
middle school sports,    <---and, subsequently, the dating of middle school women    <----no shot
I 
was offered acid
within
twenty minutes of showing up
to the festival,
and
had a band 
dedicate their entire set to
"the trombone guy".   <----me
What
did you do
last weekend?
Let me know.
notreallyasking@gmail.com


P.S. Don't worry mom, still acid free.

Tired

Tired.
Tired of being awake.
Tired of:
1. playing shows (circa 4:39 am)
2. being on the radio (circa 4:39 am)
3. drinking drinks (circa 4:39 am)
4. other people (circa 4:39 am)
5. internet (circa 4:39 am)
6. television (circa 4:39 am)
7. Bros (circa 4:39 am)
8. Lists

Lunacy (Circa 3:12 AM)

Sometimes
I 
just stare
at it.
I stare
and
I wonder,
"Are you worth it?"
"Are you worth
ze madness?"   <---soo French
Cut
to realizing 
I'm talking to myself,
let anger
transition 
into fear,
and the world moves on.
To think,
I 
used to sleep dream.

April (O'Neil)

Calling all turtles.
Calling all turtles.    <---commitment    <----ya, it went there
Strange things ahead.
Approaching
the 
month of the Ox.
aka The Golden Year.
Prophesied 
by
fate Herself,
from 
the shores of California. 
Time
to get weird 
with it. 

Hazy

Part Crime Fighter.
Part Werewolf.
Part Scarf.
All Me(ry).
Obligatory Photo Credits.   <---all class, no college  <---that should be in a rap song

Zodiac Jack

Taurus. 
You?

Attack!

They say
on
the quietest of nights,
the beast will appear...
and 
only hipsters    
can
appease 
his hunger.    <---condescension-only diet 

Real Talk

You go your way,
I'll go mine.

SXSW, etc...

Austin.
In a nusthell..
sorta
hate you,
but down to capitalize 
on
any
and 
all
of your
free opportunities.
May the multiple
backstage 
access(s)
remain a constant reminder
that
I get(s) 
mine.


To the awful hotel, 
awful cab driver(s),
and tragic lack
of
non-bros,
I bid you adieu.
May you all meet each other.


Photos 
courtesy 
"Year of the Ghost"
Productions.     <------a man, a drum machine, and a dream

Talib

It's
not as though
I grew up
dreaming of being
the 
"greatest journalist ever",
or
anything like that.
To be honest,
I 
thought more 
along the lines of
"which Power Ranger Zord
best suited my personality",
and
what my 
never-before-seen
finishing maneuver
(as a professional wrestler)
would be.       <----lots of time went towards this
But in 
2011,
aka "The Year of The Ghost",    <----patent/debut album title pending
I decided to 
bite
the bullet
and 
really dedicate myself
to
the task, 
no matter how much
the subject
may have stuck to my ribs.     <---metaphor   <-----so heavy
All photos
courtesy of
deez ___.

The Journey

Once
upon a time,
I
was afraid of roaches.
"Never
trust anything
that
outlived the dinosaurs,"    <---proper f'd   <---blimey
they'd
say.
Until,
one night,
I spied
(with my lil eye)
a creepy crawler darting
under
the bed.
Maybe it was my
dormant animal instincts,
or perhaps
I had just been reading
a Watterson classic
in which
we got to see Hobbes'
point
of view
whilest waiting for Calvin
to
come home from school,
but
in that fateful moment,
I decided to be afraid no longer.


I won't go into
the details
of that night,
but 7 hours
and one papasan chair
later,
one of us  <---not the roach
walked out of the room alive.


Somewhere
near
the beginning of
this story,
I was trying to make a point
about
respecting the journey,
because
everyone is on one.
But,
as oft apt
to do,
it somehow steered itself towards
me owning.
The end.   <----probably not

SHOW OF THE YEAR

Radiowavvvvvves

San Antonio's best.

Every Thursday night,

10 pm.

Get it.

Anywhere in the world.

Feel Me

Rodeo season.
Finding myself
contending
with
the very elements.
Much like
Huey and Arnold   <----all hail the great manifestations of reason
before me,
I
witnessed
an
unexpected weather pattern
destroy
the
minds and souls
of allies&countrymen
alike.
In order to remain
ahead
of the curve,
one must continuously
adapt/
change.
For instance,
I'm
really into socks    <-----I'm literally wearing them <----awesome
right now.
And some other things.
Stay tuned.

I Can See Clearly Now,

the rain is gone.

Coldest Winter, cont'd...

I spy,

with my little eye,

its cold

as

fuck

something different

in these

two pictures. 

See You White Stripes

So,

I thought today

felt

a little off.

Around The Bend

Conflicted.

Bummed about good news.

Bummed

because

I had already planned

on a 

completely random commitment

to the idea of

only posting

10 blogs

 a month this year.

Yet, 

I was much obliged

to 

post this most recent

review 

of 

some album,

because it was

unexpected

and very kind.

So,

I suppose

I must now commit

myself

to the number

11.

Seems fitting.

Read the review Here.

One Way Out (Down)

how I spent my summer vacation...in the Twilight Zone

Sleeping

during the days.

Drinking too much.

Fitter.

Happier.

Downward

spiraling,

but in a 

"necessary" <----read: creative

way,

a way

that ensures

tons o'TRL

spins.

Realizing its 4 AM,

and

that I just went to sleep

at 7 AM 

for what was

now

seemingly

two night's ago's

worth's

of's

sleep.

An

unprovoked tear

just

came out of my eye.  <----nice use of real time

Callin' it.

Us!

some people really fear third person pronouns

Admittedly 

roughing it

these days...  <---couldn't afford the premium digital cable package, had to settle for only 1,000 channels

Resorting to

extreme

means of entertainment,

preparing

myself for anything

in

'11.

Anywhatsit,

let's try

tying

this together...

The rain outside

is 

a lot like

the movie poster about giant ants

attacking a city    < -----premise for most of the first Power Rangers season

because

a) dangerous

b) somewhat interesting methods of natural selection

c) Sean Elliott

d) I'm watching Clash of the Titans in 2D, its surprisingly even worse

Commutative Fading

the "lego nazi camp" numbers were less than stellar <------too soon

We

are all floating

in 

a sea

of colors/buttons/knobs.

Hazy

twists and turns,

spinning

in accordance

with the

Earth/Moon/PFKAP.      < ---- planet formerly known as pluto

Take

your time,

and don't twist

the wrong

dial.

You could end up

flanging

when you

should have wah'd.

Real talk.

Colors

this is jake.

this is jake (while you are) on drugs.

TG'85 vs. San Marcos

Epic.

Taken

during the recording

of

The Great '85's    <----so many apostrophes 

debut,

the

"Good to be Alive"

EP.

Check the view.

Nights/Lights/Etc...