Met a guy named Dan about a week or so ago. The braces on his teeth are the most conpicuous feature. But he dresses alright - you know, just off-centered a bit from normal that makes him decent, yet hard to peg. He's a freshman from New Jersey, and also singer/songwriter. When I heard him play, I was very impressed. He's not flashy or anything, but he is very smart and effective stylistically. His voice is sort of a bizarre, two-headed offspring of Jeff Tweedy (of Wilco, the Tupes) and David Gray. I didn't catch any of his lyrics, but if he pays attention to them as much as he does his melodies and jazz harmony (He claims to know nothing about such things. I remain dubious. He was pulling out 6ths, 7ths, 13ths, half-diminisheds, augmented chords I never would have thought to use, etc.), he's probably a pretty good lyricist too. He's a fan of Wilco, Dylan, Iron & Wine...those are the artists I know he knows. The search for a collaborative musician could be coming to a halt here. At least for now, he might back be up and vice versa.
In other related news, I think I'm going to play the Annex next
weekend, either on Friday or Saturday. I'll put up signs.
Currently listening to
Iron & Wine and CalexicoIn The Reins EP
As I walked out last evening...
Last week, I bought some Teva sandals,
which have been dubbed "neo-hippie environmentalist" sandals.
Last night I took a walk down to the gas station to pick up something caffeinated. I was just strolling along the side of the road, and these deer started to walk across down by the railroad tracks. I enjoyed the moment. A pickup turned from M-99 onto Fayette driving towards the deer. There wasn't much of anything I could do, so I paused and watched as the driver slammed on his brakes and skidded to a halt. The deer turned around and hopped off the road. The truck started to move, and through the roar of the engine and bar-throb bass, I heard "get outta the road, asshole!" At first, I thought he was talking to me. I hoped he was. I could handle this.
- Cool. I'll rise above that.
- The world owes me everything!
- You just need to relax, man.
- You should use the sidewalk, ASSHOLE!
- Fine, you win.
But then it occurred to me that the driver was actually yelling at the deer. The ridiculousness of it was staggering, but at the same time, I wasn't in his way. The deer was. I was shocked first, then angry. Why was he yelling at a deer? I wanted to catch the guy stopped at a traffic light. (I had it all planned out.) Open his door, yank him out a bit, slam the door on his soon-to-be-unconscious body dangling out of the seat, then throw his keys in the gutter. Maybe rip off his NRA sticker...I dunno. Probably wouldn't make a lot of difference. I
But how retarded! Do we really think a deer knows any better? It's almost like, I assume you can understand me - understand
that my reprimand will affect a change in your moral fiber. Maybe I'm looking into this too much, in light of my discussion with Silliman about total-Creation redemption (or whatever it's called). But I think of all creation - deer, in this instance - in those terms. Not that a deer can morally aright himself, but that deer will be redeemed along with mankind at the end of it all. The consequence of such a believe leads to a form of Christian environmentalism I'm starting to adopt. More on this later.
Currently listening to:
Ryan Adams & The CardinalsJacksonville City Nights
Back to Blogger with a Vengeance
On this day, I swore a RUMBLING OATH to never again post on xanga.
What to expect:
Any new lyrics I deem worthy of e-print
The interesting, serious, funny and questionable activities in my life
Don't count on:
The "which *insert film character* are you"'s
Logs of daily events