MY-NOVEMBER

nothing gold can stay

January 4th, 2009 at 12:41 am. 0 comments

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New year. New blog. New things going on. Keep up.

I wrote this a few days ago when I was obviously upset about who knows what. I’m less upset now. But it still needs to be said. Host’s servers went down. Sorry for anyone that tried to come here and couldn’t get it to work (no one).

The lengths to which people I know (and to be honest, a large portion of my generation) go through to seclude and yet still identify themselves is appalling. If you’re not up on the latest fashion trends (see: Urban Outfitters) and listening to the newest buzzbands that have yet to be discovered, then what are you? The level of pretentiousness rivals that of the same people who forced you into your “introverted”, “outcast” lifestyle to begin with.

And yes, I know I’m writing a less catchy version of Say Anything’s “Admit It!!!’

The vanity and pseudo-intellectualism you exhibit is not only off putting but so visibly contrived that I felt the need to string together all these buzzwords just to rant about you. What’s important to you? To be seen or be scene? Both? Put down your Nylon magazine and stop trying to bring the dance party. Not to mention you become visibly distressed when an unknown band you like gets a little attention. God forbid someone achieve success with their art. Or was I not aware that they were just making music for your benefit? We (I) can see through the facade. And frankly, your deep, introspective thoughts aren’t what you think they are.

I applaud you if you’ve made it this far without clicking the “comments” section to tell me off about using a blog to achieve anonymity and because I’m scared or have nothing better to do. Furthermore, that I should realize that writing this (while listening to instrumental, post-rock, mind you) just includes me in the masses of which I rant about. Or you’ve probably already closed the window. Either, or.

The difference is I’ve never acted holier-than-thou and that makes me a level below you, huh? So I guess I don’t “get it”, do I? And that’s okay. I’m comfortable with my status, whatever it may be.

RRFB Halloween

September 20th, 2008 at 6:35 pm. 1 comment

Now that the show has officially been announced, I’d like to present:

Click for a larger view!

Here’s a show poster I designed this week for the upcoming Halloween night show at the Charlottesville Pavilion in Charlottesville, VA (where I live) featuring Robert Randolph & The Family Band.

I was asked to create a poster for the show using Halloween elements, but to not make it cheesy. The gravestone stock photo was purchased off of istockphoto.com. The rest is a series of blended elements , the font Hotel Coral Essex, and tons of layer blending. I’m pretty excited about it and honored to be asked to create this advertisement poster.

Many thanks to Robert Randolph & The Family Band and RRFB’s management.

Total work = about 9 hours

If you’re from the area, be sure to check out the show!

Home

September 17th, 2008 at 2:35 am. 3 comments

I’ve been home since Saturday. It’s been nice. I’ve been sleeping a lot. Having a bed that doesn’t have brakes attached (and a driver that likes to stomp on them) is a welcome change after two months of seventy MPH sleep. Home is good. I flew in to an unwelcome heat wave. Things finally cooled off today. It’s in the 50’s outside. I have my windows open. Man, I love hoodies. My days revolve around waking up late, lounging in a hoodie and underwear all day and accomplishing next to nothing. It feels great.

Only one problem.

After three days I’m ready to go back. I want the road. I want new cities and new faces and flickering lights and load outs and my middle bunk. The middle is the perfect bunk because you can slide right in. And I’m always the last to go to bed. The insomnia that I suffer from is curable only by sharing a bed with another warm-bodies individual. I spend too much time up late thinking and typing. I need someone here to calm my nerves. This body pillow from Target ain’t doing the trick. And the problem with coming home is…no paycheck. I don’t like riding it out on my savings. If I had my way I’d go out for 6 weeks. Come home for 2. Repeat.

Virginia autumn is fast approaching and I can barely wait for colorful everything and cool weather. Mainly because I had brand new zip-ups to show off and my camera to document it all with. Also, it means emo playlists (when i say emo I mean Sunny Day Real Estate-emo, the good stuff). It’s like 2 AM and I’m talking myself in pointless circles. Nothing intellectual is even occuring.

So, enjoy some pictures.

Arizona: