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I found a letter written in pen, and i'm not sure it was ment for me, but either way the questions i will attempt to answer as accuratly as i can. I'd like to know who wrote it, and what their answers are.
Black Sabbath - Vol. 4
Ben said it first, but I'll reiterate; Sundays are the shit. What did I do today... Practically nothing, what could I have done? oh lots I'm sure, like apply to college, that's a good one, laundry; a close second.
What did I do? well; I got up at 8:30, that's a good time to get up right?; The sun's coming up at 8:30 and it feels like you have the whole day infront of you... you could look out the window onto new fallen snow, watching flakes float lazily down, sipping a hot cup of black coffee curling your toes in Todd's slippers (I don't think he'd mind really...) watching those unfortunate souls drive here and there, unaware as they are of the simple transcendental beauty of just Being, here and now, alive, awake. Yeah... that sounds nice.... i like that.
I suppose I could have done that, but instead I stood around outside in my freezing ass converse and bare feet, helping Toddy jump start his Bronco, then I went back inside, turned up the heat and went back to fucking bed. 8:30 my ass, i got some sleepin to do... There was a little present in my bed this morning though, I won't give away secrets but this hot little package begins with E and has three letters... It's not an Elf, or an Egg.
Though an Elf, that'd be pretty hot too... Like this maybe...
The rest of the day was a Hodge podge of Tannerness, video games, Quaker granola bars, Black Sabbath Records. Wow, the more comfortable I get with this whole Blog concept, the more of a total NERD I'm becoming, or rather, realizing that I am. Thank god Geek is the new black; I may never be on time for a dinner date or work, or funerals, or even my grandma's 75th birthday, but somehow I showed up in time for the rising of the dorkstar in the pantheon of what-is-Cool-for-a-While. Seriously, who would have thought while they were hunched over their commodore 64's, or more accurately for me, hunched over my 4th grade teachers commodore 64 (which I stayed after school to play on) trying in vain to purchas
e the right combination of foodstuffs, clothes and oxen so that I might survive my trip across the Oregon Trail, that almost 15 years later, hipsters the world over would be wearing these.
I thank me lucky charms everyday. D&D is kind of cool again, Magic, the gathering... Well, still not so cool, Video Games aren't just for agorophobics, Black Sabbath is more relevant than Zepplin (and always were, so there!) I could go on.
Todd just gave me his slippers! Now my feet will be warm, I'm gonna go make some coffee, and let my eyes glaze over as I let the mediocre larphs of MST3000 roll over me, one soothing wave after another...
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Sorry for all the random link dumps and vapid content; i havn't been feeling that well lately and it's been a chore to do anything more than take a shower and go to bed the last few days, with that said, here's some more random crapola until i get this flu (cold.) underwraps. Over at Stylus (i know i know, they blow...) they did a fun little article on the history of Metal, Black, Death, etc. It's a beginners guide so it glosses over most things but for those of you who have had only a passing aquaintance with the heaviest of heavies, it's a great way to wet your appetite.
Excerpt:
"Vikernes is also tied to the suicide of Mayhem vocalist Per Yngve Ohlin [aka Dead], supplying the shotgun shells for Ohlin’s fatal blast. Roommate Aarseth found Ohlin, and promptly took photographs, documenting the macabre scene. Two years later, Vikernes murdered Aarseth, probably due to the fact that Aarseth, whom had released several of Vikernes’ Burzum records on his Deathlike Silence Productions imprint, owed Vikernes a large sum of royalty money."
So, Deerhoof are pretty hot right now, with the Runners Four making it into alot of 2005 Top 10's, and while i was digging around i found some pictures and a 30 second video clip i took at their show when they played the Eagles Club in Olympia spring 05; absolutely killer, i was on the fence about these guys till i saw this show; their drummer alone is worth getting their albums for. witness.
So now that my cold is in it's full blown state, i've been looking into things to help me get rid of it, and including my usual thera-flu and Nyquil, i got the hot tip from my fellow pure popper Donovan, on this Herbal Remedy called (you guessed it.) Umcka. Aparently it's made from a flower that the Zulu's used for their coughs and sore throats so that they could get back to their busy lives. Of course the recipe was stollen, by from what i read; some German douche, and now it's the hottest thing in Europe. Anyway, i started taking it (double doses.) last night and i'm gonna report on it's effectiveness, but since i don't have another sick Tanner with me to be the control, i'm just gonna eyeball it. But if anyone out there has any info on this stuff, horror stories, or preferably success stories (it helps the potential placebo effect.) please comment!
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I'm tired. But i'm totally wired cause someone, not saying who, gave me something that makes sleepy nervous musicians (that's right, i'm a musician... dig.) awake, way past their post show bedtimes. I gotta work at 10. Ehhh....
Tonight was fun, today was fucking weird; Tonight, we played the half bar not so sure how it went, but it felt fun; and i feel like we're heading in the direction that is, for me at least, more reflective of who i am, or at least, the emotions i like to convey; that being said, it was like jesus taking a dump on a series of trisket crackers and feeding them, via armatron to each and everyone one of his diciples. A = B = C /A.
Today, it was really grey outside, and kind of warm and windy and my throat felt like there was something in it i couldn't get out. Me and Todd just sort of sat around for a while, listening to Smog (Best album of 2005? anyone?) low, and Gorecki; sipping coffee, just sort of being in a bit of a state, todd's in a weird place right now, with Sarah being gone, and i'm in a weird place, always; Sara Paule showed up and brought me some old things she must have had kicking around, my T-Rex Coffee mug and a sheet she actually made for me like 5 (no 6.) bazillion years ago. (its really nice, heavy white cotton with a thick bar of blue with tiny little stars running down the middle.) I tried to impress her with my knowledge of Gorecki, which back fired bec
ause of course, Sara paule, knows everything ever about classical music. That girl is gonna be famous i know it. Then she was like, oh do you know... bla bla, and bla bla, Op. 343, vivendi, ashalamalakum, tetris, epluribus unum? and i was like.... i like gorecki.
When we got to the studio, ben was already there, busying himself on getting things ready for teh show, and i swear we wouldn't even be a band if it wasn't for that guy. I got a splitting headache, and bitched and moaned about it till we went freshmarket to get half off sandwiches (after 5pm) i asked the guy at the counter if they sold asprine, he said no, but then he went and got some out of their med kit for me, talk about fuck yeah! things got better after that, i sucked down another Mo-Beta anioxidant yadayada, ate some tylenol, and told myself hey, life ain't so bad; you got a 6 dollar sandwich, a really fucking good 6 dollar sandwich, for three dollars, there are people out there in the world, eating six, seven, even eight dollar sandwiches, and their's might not even be that good, what the fuck do you have to complain about asshole?
Then went to Half bar and rocked. I don't really like writing about my own music cause i, well i guess i don't really know how i feel about it till much later, but i can say that the turn out was excellent, i saw all sorts of people i havn't seen in a long time including a one Mr. Brian Sodaro, who was probably my first highschool friend; you see i found out through a mutual friend that Brian, liked to play Doom. I liked to play Doom too, and i wanted to try to play Doom, against someone else, so i went up to him in the hallway after class and said (the following must be said in uber-geek accent, while pushing invisible glasses up on your nose.) "hey, you like to play doom? Wanna play doom with me, we can play deathmatch, i've got a second phone line, doom is super sweet!"
Needless to say, we played alot of doom together, this other time, we drove my Go-Cart, all the way (on the main road) from Highgate to Swanton (that's like 8 miles.) all the while rocking out to "Bulls on Parade" 
on repeat in a little handheld tape player. That, trust me, was super bad ass.
Where the fuck was I.
Ah, and then after the show, Miss Eva came by and we went on a walk around the block, i showed her "The Loop" if anyone is familiar with that you get 10 points on your "You're a closet homo" card, i'd score it for myself but i've already filled it and cashed mine in. Eva showed me her office in the inner workings of the Flynn theater; i got to see the main theater completely empty and dark, except for one light that i'm gonna call the ghost light, but i may not have been called that, but it stays on all the time, all night long and it stands about 6 feet high in the middle of the stage and looks like what God would look like if he/she existed and was doing standup for an audience of invisible shareholders.
That, was cool.
Now i'm a little tired;
Follow the Yellow Link Road.
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Well, at least i think so. Tonight was so much fun, we rocked and rolled. Actually, we didn't really do that at all, but what we did do was as close to what i like to hear as we ever get, and that is amazing cause i think i set insanely high standards for myself and Nest Material. Landon Street Cafe is gorgeous, i love the bean, but this place is amazing, it's so spacious yet cozy, they have good beer, and a stage we all could fit on confortably, plus there's a river running right beside the place... The drive down was alot of fun, me and Todd blasted some CCR and smoked cigarettes; and the way back was deadly fun, so we smoked even more cigarettes and blasted Magnolia Electric Co. my nuckles were white, todd said it was like Starwars going through the snow!
Quickly now, before i pass out; Tonight was fun for me, i enjoyed the people, the place, the music, that is very rare for me, as i don't enjoy large groups of people, playing live, or... places (that's not true.) i feel very good, and that's not just cause i'm half in the bag. This is a minor milestone for me no dobut.
Also, my new years resolution is to listen to more Hip Hop, i need to get in touch with my inner gangsta, he's in there, we're gonna sip on 40 oz's and fire at the prime time together.
Here are the pictures everyone, enjoy, Michelle took them!
