The Beatles, Adrian Belew, Kate Bush, Jane Siberry, Leonard Cohen, Simon and Garfunkel, The Dead, Tom Waits, Crime and the City Solution.
Sounds Like
Who do I sound like? You mean, if you were a radio producer who wanted to make money off an artist because he sounds just like another artist but comes cheaper because his name isn't known yet, if someone were pitching me, what would they say? That kind of "sound like"?
so do you know of any good programs for my pc that will record shit? cause what im using now is audacity, and it works, but when i try and record 2 tracks or more, like vocals on one and rhythm on one and lead on another, i cant get them to line up with each other for whatever reason. it delays everything by like 3 seconds.
that sunfilledlifeoldsoul song or whatever, sorry i forgot what it was called in the short time it took for me to type it out, is fucking epik. i just thought you should know that.
i dreamed you stole my hypothetical sack of grass and smoked it with a really scary black man who had uber dreads and badass sunglasses. it was a little off putting. haha
hey man, you should hit up my 3am page. i posted a new song called orange crush (a goddam clever metaphore if you ask me) and i wanted you to hear it. my guitars too loud, and drowns out my voice, but look at the lyrics and you will get it.
i would have made it better but im using a nine $ microphone, and shits fucked.
hey man, so i was reading about Friedrich Nietzsche in that philosophy book you gave me, and i was wondering if you would recomend any of his books above any other. cause there pretty badass.
oatmeal is only acceptable when doused in energy drinks. same with most cereal.
the energy drinks i consume are good for me beacuse they have juice in them.
the juice is from the jungle
meaning its from outer space.
meaning it can basically cure anything, even itself. so acutally it kinda condradicts its self.
either way, cream of wheat is better.
Days after the plane crash, surrounded by the skeletal remains of hundreds of former passengers, you'll be overcome by a phenomenon known as "survivor's indigestion."
two slugs slithered on a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not tample both.
bein one trampler, long i stood
and looked them down as fierce as i could
to where they sat in the undergrowth...
i will be telling this with a sigh
somewhere sitting upon a fence:
two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
and i-i ate the slug less trampled by,
and that has made all the difference.
hahahahha
i laughed for about 20 minutes.
and than i really really had to eat some french fries. as opposed to american fries, beacuse i dont think america uses enough grease in thiers.
anyway.
sorry about the ghost prob.
so i just learned about the "donner party" where a bunch of people got lost and ate each other. i found it sadisticly hilarious that they labled the families of the dead so that nobody had to eat their relatives.
hmm, well it suppose this could be "classified" as the complementery "thanks for the add" comment. but i really think thats lame. and im you nephew. in case you didnt recognize me because of the brilliantly purple hair.
last night i was awake rather late and i was thinking about how much i wanted to watch craig ferguson, esp. since i had already missed the episode of saturday night live that i was looking forward to all week (peter sarsgaard + the strokes)... anyway i really wanted to watch CF but i kept debating with myself- should i? i might wake everyone up if it's turned on too loud or my mom might yell at me and tell me to go back to bed-- and then stupidly i just decided not to and went to sleep. and now i am cursing myself. because i reallyreally wanted to watch it but my worrying alter ego talked me out of it. damn.
i am really not good about leaving comments. although, knowing you and your diplomatic character, you would not care about such a small, trivial issue. i don't know, maybe you would. i'm just trying to make myself feel better. i have been practicing my richard simmons laugh. it's becoming quite good. well i just wanted to give a shout-out. so there it is.
i have been neglectful on the leaving-of-comments front. and that is cruel. so i thought i'd send you one to let you know that yes, my old comment is true. you are still cool since the day i posted that.
i wish i could've gone to la veta. but stupid speech meet. always getting in the way.
well. i think it will be ok. i'm coming out for thanksgiving (to ny) but then r**d is making me go to delaware to see his girlfriend's sister.
