Don't think twice it's alright

I am victim of my own confidence and kindness.

YEAH

This is a great album. May be the best album ever.

Download

You've been feeling down

It doesn't always have to be a bad thing.

Vegetable soup for the soul.

I am on Pierce's radio show.

Her' it is. My treat to you. Check out 90.1 or wdce.org.

Humbug.

I didn't go to class today.

It's because I am afraid.

I am afraid of everything.

I am afraid of being nice.

I am afraid of you not responding to my kindness.

BAAAAAAAAAAH

Yeah. I said it.

In an attempt to attract a wider fan base

I am posting this picture of Devendra Banhart's penis.

A few by (Smog)

Makes me feel alive.

Download Dongs of Sevotion.

Download Knock Knock.

The eighth grade

would've been better if I were listening to Braid.

WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME BOUT THIS EVER?

When you finish the time machine, we can go back and do it the right way.

Until then, we'll just have to live in the past.

Download Frame and Canvas.

IM SORRY

for the snooty tone of my last post.

As a way of making it up to you, I'm posting some killer swedish synth pop.

Dowload The Knife - Deep Cuts

Addendum: Pitchfork has named "Heartbeats" the number 15 song of all of the 00's

Bukowski wrote a book about it

It was recently related to me how fucked up Patti Smith actually is.

Apparently (supposedly) she's all sorts of crazy.

Irregardlessly, this album is the bees knees.

A classic that I hadn't ever listened to until about three weeks ago.

So I guess this is more for me than for you.

But oh well, it's my blog.

Downoad Patti Smith's Horses.

Yes yes yes

Forgetful me.

I definitely forgot how much this album meant to me years back. Enjoy!


Download Andrew Bird and the Mysterious Production of Eggs

Who's better than the Shins?

Well, everyone is. Just kidding. The album is "When You Land Here, It's Time to Return" by Flake music. I take no credit for this. All the credit goes to one of my favorite blogs: A Blog ain't too much to love. Flake Music is basically The Shins before they were the Shins. You may find this to be way more awesome than any Shins album you've ever listened to. I can't stop listening to it.

I am currently in Sociology class. I should probably pay attention.

Download

I want to feel young.

Sexy incarnate:

Many things are overlooked.

Takk is a very overlooked Sigur Ros album. It's so good. Please do yourself a favor and download it.


I want to know how you feel about Autumn.

Things that are hard for me to remember, always:

1. People my parents age are still people.

2. Eat/Swim time ratios.

3. I don't love you anymore.

4. Floss.

Cold is what we are.

Its 5:41 am. I can't sleep for some reason.

The album is Grouper - Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill. This album would have eventually made it on here since Brooks loves this album. So I thought I'd beat him to the punch! But seriously, I listen to this album a lot. It's a great mellow thinking album. Now I'm going to try to sleep.

Regret, nervousness, anxiety, and dissatisfaction are all mean sons of bitches.

We'll find a comb when we wake

We're going to sleep with hair still wet,

because it feels so nice to drip from 

the shower,

and lay against golden sheets,

making melted snowangels

in a bed of soft cotton.

It would've been different.

I was late.

Maybe if I wasn't late, we would've made it there alright.

But I was.

I was late because I had an important meeting at the tallest building in the city.

It just popped up, as I was getting off work.

The meeting that is, not the building.

The Building.

The building was beautiful.

It had been abandoned for years.

The paint, lead, chipping from every wall.

And the foyer looked the way train stations do in movies.

You would've loved it.

I asked if you could come and see for yourself.

But they said you couldn't.

So I gave it to you in pictures.

But it wasn't the same.

It would've been different.

If I hadn't taken the pictures that weren't the same.

If I wasn't late.

But I was, and we never really got there.

It was sunny when we left.

I can't remember if it was hot or cold.

But it was sunny.

And I can't tell you how long we rode for, but it was cloudy when we got there.

Or to where we thought there was.

Neither of us had ever actually been.

It would've been different.

If it were still sunny when we got there.

If we had ridden just a little faster.

If I wasn't late.

It wasn't bad while we were there.

Or where we thought there was.

In fact, I loved it at the time.

It seemed perfect.

But it wasn't where we meant to go.

We were just a quarter mile short.

One lap in gym class.

It would've been different.

If we could've powered through.

It was the seventh grade all over again.

The reason I'm saying all of this is because I went there today.

I finally made it.

And it was beautiful.

It was perfect.

You would've loved it.

I didn't take any pictures this time though, because it wouldn't be the same.

I only hope that someday you make it there on your own.

It would've been different.

If we had powered though.

If we had beaten the sun.

If I wasn't late.

It would've been better.

A very loud place.

You called me from your living room and asked me all sorts of questions. Not easy questions either. The kind that you have to sit and think about for a couple of minutes before you can really even begin to answer them. But I couldn't hear you:

"IM IN A VERY LOUD PLACE RIGHT NOW"

Everyone else in your house was sleeping and you were patient at first, repeating the questions in a hushed and steady voice. These are very important questions, and I'm the only one who really knows the answers. Because; Who can you trust these days? And I wanted to answer them, I really did. But I couldn't hear you:

"IM IN A VERY LOUD PLACE RIGHT NOW"

You stepped out back. The night was colder than you'd imagined, but you didn't really notice. The questions were the only thing on your mind. On my mind too. You raised your voice to express your concern, to emphasize the questions and what they mean. To you. To me. To us.

But I couldn't hear you:

"IM IN A VERY LOUD PLACE RIGHT NOW"

You're yelling by now. A warm fog shoots from you with each syllable and diffuses into the cold night. I want to tell you, just as badly as you need to know. But I can't hear you:

"IM IN A VERY LOUD PLACE RIGHT NOW"

Let's talk about this when we're near. When it's quiet and we're close.

Two things beautiful (and British):

Tim Ten Yen - Everything Beautiful Reminds Me Of You

This is just about the britiest-poppiest album I've ever listened to.

It's insanely fun and catchy.

Slow Club - It Doesn't Have to be Beautiful

For some reason, this reminds me of the Bright Eyes songs that I actually enjoy.

There are only two tracks.

Both are pretty solid.

SURF ROCK FROM SPACE!

Man, or Astro-man? - Is it man, or Astro-man?

They say space is a vacuum, and that no sound can exist because there's no matter for sound waves to travel through.

This isn't entirely true.

Space IS a vacuum.

It's just off most of the time.

Man, or Astro-man turn the space-vacuum on, and scare your dog.

Music, once more:

I realize that the purpose of this blog has been somewhat taken over by bad poetry.

This ends now!

Skate Korpse - Discography LP

I spent most of the seventh grade on a skateboard.

I never even learned to ollie.

I like to think if I'd had this record soundtracking my not-so-gnar shreddage, things would have been different.

Things would have been better.

Each Night

Just as I'm about to go to sleep
the birds start singing
I don't know what they sing
but I'd like to think it's
"Things are gonna get easier"

But I never heard a bird
sing in any key
I could put my heart around.

Returning to the Blog

What is the world
but one small fire
for just one minute
with everyone
burning in it

When I awoke:

I asked my pillow what it does all night while I'm asleep.

But it's a pillow.

So it didn't say anything.

There are such things as stupid questions.

The summer I met you, I was spending all of my time trying to erase the speckles from robins' eggs.

You'd always ask me why, and I'd never have a real answer.

So I'd say: "Equality is more important than beauty. Even in nature."

You never said so, but I could tell you disagreed.

I went through a lot of eggs that summer, and I never got those spots to go away.

Some things, you just can't change.

Thank god.

The Drum that plays itself.

We were headed north for Canada, when we stopped along the road.

You saw a street-side vendor and asked if I would pull over.

I did.

The man operating the kiosk was tall and thin and said his name was Norgie.

I didn't believe him.

You picked through thises-and-thats for more than half an hour.

I waited by the car.

We weren't in a hurry, but I still felt incredibly inconvenienced.

When you had finished, you approached the car from behind.

Thump.

"Did you get anything?" I asked when I realized you were there.

You did. Thump -- Thump.

"It's a drum that plays itself." You said, looking rather amused with your purchase.

"The only thing is..."

Thump.

ThumpThump.

ThumpThump -- Thump. Thump.

"...It can't keep time"

"Hmm..." was all I could manage.

The drum that plays itself played itself, off beat and out-of-tune, all the way to Canada.

You always buy the most useless shit.

When you walked in on me last night,

I was in a bad shape.

in bad, bad shape.

I made a reach for the lights,

but they were too far away,

and I could barely stay awake.

You set the room a-spin.

The room was spinnin'.

And when you walked out on me last night,

you left me in bad shape.

in bad, bad shape.

You never even turned the lights off.

You just left me in your wake.

You just left me at my wake.

An Apple Out of Reach

There are some apples that reside way up in the tops of trees.

And no matter how far you stretch, you just can't seem to wrap your fingers about them.

And I know for certain that these apples are best.

They aren't grainy or mealy like some apples.

They're saccharine-sweet, and when you bite into them they crisp louder than you can imagine.

And all the thoughts in your head are replaced for one moment by the cavernous crunch that echos in your ears, and the simple sugars linger on the backs of your teeth, and the skins are delicate and never tough. 

You could rip your arm from its socket grabbing for one of these apples.

It's all for nothing.

These aren't the kind of apples you can pick as you please.

But if you're lucky, and I mean if you're really lucky you'll be standing beneath the tree, and the wind will blow just right, and its mighty stem will snap in two, and the fruit will fall from its place way up in the canopy, and it will land gently in the palm of your hand. And if you don't hesitate or linger on questions of its origins; if you just accept that you've ended up in the right place, at the right time, you can enjoy an apple in perfection. As it was meant to be.

An apple out of reach is a beautiful thing.

When they put it in the water...

We knew it was for the best.

There is a lot to be said about a person by the way they cut grass.

I had never given too much thought to it before last night, when somebody at a party made a comment about the two types of people in the world: 

1) The ones who cut their grass in straight lines, to-ing and fro-ing. Walking back and forth, and back and forth. And back. And forth. 

2) The ones who cut the perimeter first. Circling like mechanical vultures with no real prey in sight. Or like Pac-men with razor sharp teeth; the patch of unwittingly resilient grass in the center of the yard growing smaller all the while. Like the green eye of a dying hurricane.

But really.

There are a million ways to cut your grass.

And there is nothing important to be learned by studying any of them.

Just cut your fucking grass.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

NOBODY BE PENNIES.

Will there be curses in my Eulogy?

I fucking hope so.

Happy Birthday to the Wolf.

If you ever become a professional wrestler,

I will still be friends with you.

But if you try to put me in a sleeper-hold,

the deal is off.

You and Me

We shot at the windows of the cars on your street

using your older brother's slingshot

filled with week old fruit salad

and boiled eggs

and raw eggs too.

We didn't really do that.

It would've smelled awful.

A Death in late june.

When my dreams die

- as all dreams do -

I hope they go peacefully,

in their sleep.

When my dreams die

- as all dreams do -

I will wake up and wonder

if it's because I haven't been making my bed.

Not once in ten years.

or maybe it's because I stopped flossing

so long ago,

or because I go to sleep high

everynight

and they feel like maybe I don't need them anymore.

I can't really blame them.

When my dreams die

-as all dreams do-

I'll make my bed that morning.

And I'll floss.

When my dreams die

-as all dreams do-

I think I'll die too.

They've always seemed to have the right idea.

Movies.

You! Go and see Up!

Also watch Drag Me To Hell.

You can skip Year One.

I feel this way about most things.

Leaky *drip* faucet.

*Drip, drip, drip* - I should fix you.

But no! Drip some more.

If I could smash anything;

It would not be a pumpkin.

Billy Corgan?

Bitchhhh Puuuuuuhlleeeeeze.

Busy as a bee

In six hours

I've peed five times.

All for $7.75 an hour.

Which means I make $9.30

every

time

I 

pee.

We should all drink more water.

My computer froze

Microwaving it was not the ideal solution.

High coups:

It doesn't matter

If you cry from happiness.

The tears taste the same.

But through creation,

I could smoke my life away.

I'm okay with that.

The library smells,

like the worst sandwich ever.

Stale bread and book glue.

Today I made pea-

-nut butter and jelly soup.

Gross gross gross gross gross.

Walk a mile in

nothing but your birthday suit.

Don't really do that.

Iran has enough

problems without your sass-songs.

David A. Samberg.

If I had something

else to do, I probably

still wouldn't do it.

When I'm bored at work

And I drink too much coffee, I think things like:

Oh what I would give,

to be able to shoot lazers out my eyes.

The way I feel sometimes:

On the day

when the sun explodes

and the beaches all turn to glass,

and the eggs scramble themselves inside the hens,

I won't say I love you.

On the day

when the sun explodes

and the sky-lab disintegrates in space,

and all the corn, anywhere, pops at once,

I won't say anything at all.

I'll probably just sit at home

and melt to the mattress on my floor.

Shugo Tokumaru - Exit & Rum Hee

This guy like my new favorite artist. You won't be disappointed.

Rum Hee Download

Exit Download

Wixel - Clouds

This is a very calm and soothing album. You may not want listen to it while you're driving or working out or cleaning or anything active. Its a very "lay down in your bed" album.

Download

M83 - Dead Cities, Red Seas, and Lost ghosts

This a very good "thinking" album.

Download

Prince Vince:

Go buy this record.

And when it rains, put it on.

Put it on and think.

The thing the rain did to the river,

I just want to be a part of the flood.

I know nobody likes rain, but without it I wouldn't have been bored enough to upload this:

The 6ths - Wasp's Nests

Stephin Merritt writes the ballads and just about every mid-ninties indie rock notable lends their voice to one song or another. It plays very much like an early Magnetic Fields record, so if you enjoyed "Get Lost", you owe it to yourself to give this a listen.

[link reeeeeemoved]

Also, Brian's post gives me an excuse to plug my favorite Nickelodeon show of all time: 

I am starting...

I saw this lying around my friends dorm. It looked real interesting to me so I asked if he wanted it. He didn't, so I took it. After doing a little research, I've decided to read it. Persepolis is a graphic novel about a girl growing up during the Islamic revolution in Iran. It is a memoir of the author who was a child of Marxists and a great-granddaughter of the last emperor of Iran. I will keep you updated on how it is. Looks cool though.

The Magnetic Fields - Get lost

I've been listening to this one a lot lately. It's very good to listen to while driving or doing homework. My homework was filling out job applications! "Why I Cry" has been played a lot so far in my room and in my car. This whole album is very awesome. I never listened to Magnetic Fields a lot before, but now I've been listening a lot and I like it a lot.

Download

(This download is for sampling purposes only. If you own the rights to the music, please contact us and we will remove it right away.)

BLAM!

Hi, my name is Brian Lam and I will also start contributing to this blog. I am from Virginia Beach and also attend VCU with Brooks. I've known Dustin and Brooks for 12 years. We actually started a blog together in the third grade. I think it was called "Tetherballerz."

Enter Dustin.

Hey everybody. My name's Dustin Huber, and I'll be contributing to this here blog. Today I started a project called "Every Step is Moving Us Up" designed to encourage people to turn their dreams into realities and to encourage and enable others to do the same. The groundwork for that project can be found on this blog: www.perfectinanemptyroom.blogspot.com

The project is really important to me and is something I plan on seeing through 'til the end. If you're interested in helping out, just check out the blog or send me an email.

On this blog, I'll keep you updated on things I'm doing, new things I like such as music, movies, books, poetry, etc.

Soon I'll stop talking about what I'm going to write about and I'll just write it.

Tomorrow:

I will post something worth reading, I promise.

Its a strange feeling.

It's like I've got the internet all to myself.
But for those of you who might accidentally stumble upon this blog:



All summer long, I'll be studying and (hopefully) making similar short films.
The best part is, I get paid to do it.
Whoever said you can't follow your dreams?

Hoppy Easter

I have absolutely nothing to do today:

Bonjour tout le monde

The French Film Festival is over.

For the first time in two weeks, I can sleep past the sunrise.

As a treat for everyone who wasn't able to attend, Im posting a clip from one of my favorite french movies, Pierrot Le Fou.

Bon Apatite:

First blog posts are always the hardest.

I just wanted to say hello to everyone. The function of this blog hasn't quite been established (and is unlikely to ever be). Mostly I wanted to have something that Dustin, Ashley, and I could all contribute to, as to help stay connected.

Plain and simple.