AUSTIN, TX , USA - I draw to songs. IF YOU WANT TO HEAR WHAT I WAS LISTENING TO , click the pictures.
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~ Friday, April 18 ~
I like my friend Craig, and I want him to have a Tumblr.
Craig will randomly send texts to me with which he will not reply to my responses. He’s a busy dad now, but I want him to get back to his drawing. He and I used to write letters and draw in our college years.
I miss true mail.
Anyway, I received the top text drawing from him yesterday. I assumed he was trying to tell me that he was having one of those days, and it just so happen that I was, too. I sent him my response (bottom drawing) which I didn’t receive a response to.
Craig, if you’re Internet stalking my Tumblr, I’m really serious. Get one now. DO IT.
SONG: The White Wires - “Please Write” Click HERE for song.
sweetpeche: <—- I reblogged it from this person from formido from infinity and beyond
Okay, I don’t normally reblog, but this deserves it. I thought it was going to be a fight video between people in a parking lot, but it turned out to be so much more. I just wish I could hear what was playing in his truck.
"My old grandmother always used to say, ‘Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.’"
— George R.R. Martin
The song I’m attaching is my favorite from this band. When they perform it live, I just happily buzz into another realm. When the record was released a few years back with it, I was disappointed because Ty Segall had produced it, and put Jessica’s vocals in that fucking dumb tunnel all bands then and now like to do.
I will take this horribly recorded fuzzed out barely audible version before I link the clear tunnel studio version.
I just found a flea crawling on my stomach. I take it Ty has sent his minions to shut me up.
When I was a kid, I was fortunate enough to live next door to my grandmother who owned a swimming pool. Each day during the summer, I would swim under her watchful gaze from a nearby kitchen window while practicing my synchronized swimmer routine.
I was an only child, so it was pretty much a given that I was synched with my phantom team. My grandmother was very impressed with my ability to tread water and keeping my body hoisted above the waterline while zig zagging my arms back n forth in what I thought was streamline and to the beat.
I took Mimi to the vet for a recheck. I was afraid that the vet’s prediction of a tumor would come true, but fortunately, the meds she had been prescribed had an effect. MIMI FOREVER.
Oh, and I found out that NUN is releasing an album at the end of this month. I guess I should go to End of an Ear, and buy it. I feel weird because I haven’t been there in almost nine months, if not longer. I feel as if I’ll lose all ability to process how doors work, albums flip, or how to purchase something without using a trackpad and an electronic shopping cart.
This is my go to celebratory song rewording it to “I MEE_MEE.”
There are certain songs that just get me really happy — the songs that make me just jitter in place because they’re setting all the internal circuits ablaze. I’m older than all of you. I know that you’re all reviving 90s stuff, so if any of you are going to form a band, make it after this band (only the first ep after that they sort of tanked).
p.s. I got the last spot in handbuilding class today, so I WILL MAKE ALL THINGS TINY CERAMICS at the end of this month.