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Thank God for Tivo. The only way I could possibly make it through this. About the worst piece of shit I have ever fast forwarded through in my life, no kidding.
Lowlights (there are many):
PiffySeanJohnDaddyCombs doing his Donald Trump/Gameshow host schtick. The Diddy as orchestra conductor leading us through his 1,253,873rd Biggie memorial tribute was almost as bad as his personal worst: a few years back when he and Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page exhumed and gravefucked one of the greatest rock songs ever, "Kashmir" live on SNL.
Eric Roberts (???) mumbling his way through a glory-filled introduction to everybody's favorite youth supporter, R Kelly. Ahh thank you sweet lord - the opportunity to see R portray ALL the parts from his long form video "Trapped in The Closet". Wow. Watching this sung story line of marital betrayal and surprise! - a gay cheating husband made me literally check to see if I had gone insane or not.
Eva Longoria walking out in a little one-piece number saying that "a little hurricane wasn't going to keep me from wearing my bathing suit.". Nice. Tasteful. Good timing.
Jessica and Ashlee "Reflux" Simpson giving an award and commenting on how they are from the South - where they learned to "shake their asses". Christ, lightning where are you when we need you?
Diddy's mantra for the night: "Anything Can Happen". Apparently this refers to an endless stream of talentless rappers and rapper-type people mugging for the camera, a fascinating "clownin'" vs. "crumpin" dance-off, and the stupendously unwelcome return of ... get ready for this-
...MC Hammer. Ok, now multiply the confused look on your face by everyone in that whole arena in Miami.
I loved Lil Jon (what MTV programming would be complete without him? He's so talented!!!) trying to get cozy and Paulina Rubio not having any of it. Rad.
The one song I wanted to hear live was MCR's "Helena", but it didn't sound so good, AND they had to do the whole "abridged rock song" thing. Yeah, R Kelly gets 10 minutes, and MCR gets 2.
The Highlights (there are few):
Jalba, always good. The Shakira performance: there is something seriously quantam-physics going on with her whole abdomen area. I mean, that is talent. I had to award her with a few TiVo instant replay button hits just to confirm what I was looking at.
The VMA's have never been about substance. At least though, there used to be a snakry sense of the absurd like, "check us out, we were the little video station that could, and now we are doing a big show, isn't this nuts?". There used to be a sense of giving awards for actual advancements in Music Video creation, not just popularity. Now it's so fake and putrid on such a supersonic level, it's almost completely impossible to enjoy on any level. Hey, you know you are in trouble anytime you hear the words ..."Please welcome Paris Hilton and Bow Wow".
Honestly, watching the little I did of this VMAs made me want to move.
To another planet.
Anything can happen.
Banana pancakes / here comes September 11 / played some cards, made some money / CSS design, in time / 3 egg whites for breakfast, 2 for dinner / chin-ups , push-ups / new songs? where? / this powder scented deodorant I bought in a pinch makes me smell like girls / hard to focus / Carmen Luvana / wasted time dies / awake later and later / hawaiian chocolate company plan B / forced to reconsider Jack Johnson / "I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen" / who is in this apartment with me? / string gauges: electric: 11's; acoustic: 13's / say goodbye to the Telecaster / haven't seen Dad in years / air gets colder on the way to Halloweeen season / what war? where? / new tattoos? a sun and a moon?
Radiohead is blogging the recording of their new album.
Gmail is open to everyone, no invitation necessary. I have been using it for months, and recommend it highly. 2.5 gigs of space, tiny non-intrusive ads, great Google vibe, and Free. Today they added "Send Mail As" functionality, too. They rule. They actually deserve to be a monopoly.
Google Talk: Today Google started up their IM service. No ads, works through Jabber, and does voice IM. Think it talks to all the big IM services. Give AlmostOnLine the finger and try it.
Strange scream reported in Ohio town.
The Artwork of AmandaVisell.
Art Rage - try this great painting program, Mac & PC, free.
My next apartment.
Scary Pussy.
Breaking news - the VMA's are tomorrow, and 100% bound to suck.
The Power of Stars.
Apartment time. I had been living pretty lean for most of the summer, and last week things opened up and got more relaxed. Man, that sounds so vague. Pretty much it's that I was really broke, now a check came through and I can relax a bit and pay off my bills. I can answer the phone again - if you know what I mean. I have been getting more "moved in" over the past week. Moved stuff around, got some furniture, did some more painting. Organization. IKEA. Bloodbath & Beyond. I painted over the ugly seafoam color of my little bathroom with a super dark purple, mounted a black light above the door way and painted hundreds of tiny stars on the walls and ceiling. Good idea in theory. Now I hate it. During the day time, all the little white dots on the walls look like a giant sneeze and I am going to paint it over. I'll give the starry sky treatment to the art installation behind my desk. Created a little easel/canvas space for painting.
(Elbow / Jack Johnson / Pizzicato 5 / Dane Cook)
Not worried anymore about song writing here. I have been being more and more "myself" (making noise late at night) and the neighbors don't seem to hear me or mind. I am getting my computer recording setup all set up again, and am really relieved that I can really call this place home. Every day I like it here more and more. The trees, the flowers, the nature of the nearby hills, my neighbors, the energy, the subtle feeling of history and mystery that this old building evokes, all of it is wonderful. As the time progresses, although I live alone, I have a growing feeling of something else being here with me. Company.
...use the board?
Began a new song called "Green" last week. It's a slow, moody piece. Still needs some work.
Met with our new producer Josh Abraham today about the schedule to finish the record. Really excited to get in the studio and finish our work. I am extra excited to record some new songs, and see what we can come up with in this last stretch. It's been difficult keeping the band in idle mode during the summer, but this phase is almost done, and all the really exciting stuff is right ahead. Life is not in the habit of obeying our commands, and like an experienced surfer, it's best to just attune yourself to the wave and ride. Everything happens as it's supposed to.
Soon we will relaunch The Panic Channel.com and it is looking fantastic. Robert Chafino has been our web superhero and has built the new site in CSS from my Photoshop design. I have a lot of work to do on Flash animations for the pages, and plan on giving everyone plenty of Easter Eggs to find in the site. We call the new look the "Velvet" version. Robert just got back from Hawaii where he and his lady got married and had a tropical honeymoon. So Rad. All of our best wishes to you both.
I could give a F.
Watch an octopus kill a shark.
America the beautiful.
Finally, a magazine for me. I thought I was the only one.
So You Think You Can Dance?
Briefly went here. Now back here.
Gallery of paintings by Disney artist Tom Oreb. He was one of the genre breaking artists of the 40's and 50's. Currently an exhibition of his work is showing in Sherman Oaks.
(via BB)
In this corner, Deuce Bigelow, in this corner, Roger Ebert. Awesome.
One of my favorite songwriters, Bob Mould (Husker Du, Sugar) is a blogger.
A powerful esthetic category involving disruption and distortion of hierarchical or canonical assumptions.
Looks like Fiona Apple's new album will finally be released on October 4th. The "new" re-recorded version, with the new single "Parting Gift". Just in time, now that I am totally into the "bootleg" Jon Brion-produced version. Here's the album artwork:
Last night's Comedy Central roast of Pamela Anderson was frigging insane. So funny. Nothing like comedians you've never heard of delivering bleep-ridden streams of vitriolic bile in the old school tradition of the Friar's Club celebrity roasts. Which, by the way were completely great celeb ego-bashing spectacles presided over in the 70's by none other than Dean Martin.
Here's a page of the best quotes from last night's show, but really you owe it to yourself to see it, if only to see the Courtney Love show. Oh sweet, catastrophic, nail biting tension. Nothing is quite as entertaining as a train hurtling forward in full force wreck mode. Here's a nice little clip of Courtney stacking and almost eating it right on top of Pamela that I shot with my phone. The quality sucks, but the content is pure golden magic. It was really fantastic. Also quite surprising was the riot that was Bea Arthur reading directly from Pam's book, "Star". Good times.
New Xbox360 footage: Once the "interface" shows up, click on the floating football player image, that will open up the new game footage teaser video.
We Love Katamari - comes out next month.
Video game arcade token gallery. Via Boing Boing
Digital bubble wrap.
Just what I was thinking ... this country needs more fucking cowbell!!!
Hope everybody had a good weekend. The sun was really beautiful here in Los Angeles.
The night before last around 3am I heard, or more like felt a huge boom in my building that felt like something had hit it. I looked out my front window, but nothing... just the dark courtyard. This loud thump was big enough to sound like my walls were shaking, and then nothing, not a sound. I got in bed, then started to hear music from downstairs. Some kind of melody was just audible... it was really lovely, and played in kind of a loop. The neighbors who live there are gone for a couple days and I am taking care of their cats. This was getting really strange. I had just been downstairs looking around, and didn't see them home, so where was this music coming from? I got up and turned off the fans on my floor and ceiling. Dead silence. Maybe it was some audio anomaly with the two fans' white noise? Turned the fans back on and went to sleep. Found out that the thump was the Space Shuttle coming back into the atmosphere at Edwards Air Force Base. The music is still a mystery.
Skeletons of cartoon characters.
Dave's site is undergoing a facelift.
Eddie Sawyer from Deadwood is actually a fascinating magician/historian/authority on art of deception. And his real name is Ricky Jay.
Can you resist clicking?
New Narnia.
In case you had a burning need to see what the last 40 images posted to LiveJournal were.
Create something with some other people. Or by yourself.
With Teeth.
Don't know your ass from your elbow? You aren't alone...
"The leaders of the free world are just little boys throwing stones"
-Elbow "Leaders of the Free World"
Rockstar: INXS. It cracks me up when friends of mine ask me if I have been watching it. Let me see... I love reality TV, have watched all of the Mark Burnett shows, and I'm in a band with one of the hosts. Um no, not watching it, it's on against "Brat Camp" ...no can do!
Of course I have been watching it.
Missed the first half hour of the first show by some weird voodoo curse that seemed to afflict not one, but two friends' TiVo's - the show just started taping in the middle. I had just moved into my new place and didn't have any TV yet. I tried to BitTorrent it, but for some odd reason, couldn't lay my digital hands on that one either. So I have missed all the bio/backstory stuff at the start of the series.
At this point, the show is down to nine singers. I like to call them "singers", so that I don't contribute to the lovely Brooke Burke's coming very close to the legal limit of saying the words "Rocker" and "Rock" in the course of an hour. This last week they got rid of Tara. Cool with me.
Karmic Disclaimer:
I have to qualify any criticism with saying that what the singers are being subjected to is really insane. Reality TV of the Mark Burnett kind is mainly about throwing people into pressure cooker-like, very unreal situations, and filming the drama that occurs. Which by the way, is fine by me. Loved all his shows so far. I have a lot of respect for the people in the pressure cooker, though. I know what it's like to sing onstage, and via my Camp Freddy experience, know what it's like to jump onstage and get my voice around a cover song and feel it. But the whole trial by fire before a nationwide TV audience thing is crazy, and I wish them all (and the therapy they will probably need after the show is done) much luck.
Ok, now that is done and I feel all diplomatic and shit, let's get to the rundown. I am all about Jordis. Love her voice, the best thing that can happen is that she doesn't win, and she gets a record deal from this show, and hopefully works with a good producer who lets her do her own thing. If I were a label guy, I would have her signed already. What an amazing voice. Her whole vibe on the show has been sincere and really refreshing. She is definitely my favorite.
Ty is a fantastic singer, his pitch and tone are really great, but I hear what the band is saying about him seeming a little too "stage-y".
Last week in the press junket show, he confessed to not know much about INXS' catalog of music. Dave defended him, but I think Ty blew it. He should have the band's past all studied and figured out. You don't need to lie and make up stories about the first time you heard the music, but at least listening to the old records and forging an opinion seems pretty much expected. I mean, it's a competition. Any weakness of yours is an opponent's strength. And not knowing the song "Everlong"...???
Also, let's be frank here for a minute. He cries way too much for being on a show called "Rockstar".
"There's no crying in baseball!!!"
-Tom Hanks - A League of Their Own
Mig seems like a good guy, pretty cool vibe, and even though he is a stage guy, he doesn't come off like that. I don't think he is the best singer in the competition, but he always seems pretty humble and straightforward and that's cool.
Suzie gets better and better.
Marty seems like a bro. Reminds me of people I know. Great stage presence, and he has that trippy "eyes looking in different directions" thing which looks great on camera. Bowie-style. Not sure why he got the "encore" for the Nirvana tune, I didn't think it was the best song of the night that week. I think he might be a fairly good choice to win the show.
Not feeling Jessica or Deanna. Shame they nixed Daphna and Heather in the same week. Even if they had an off week, they would have been much better to have on the show long term. Generally, they were good.
JD. Um, well, I really didn't like him at first, all that pelvic discomfort dancing in the first perf show... but he is really important to the drama. Vital, even. Kind of the villain, kind of like the one on Survivor who will do anything to win. Without that "character", the show might be kind of slow. But hey man, even when he's BEING HUMAN, he's still a HUMAN BEING.
... what does that mean???
He has had some good performance moments though, and definitely has his own stage presence. Just stay away from Queen bro. Seriously. Stay away from Queen.
Brandon is a great singer, but seems a bit too southern-fried for this band. Which is kind of the problem. With all this focus on who will be the new lead singer of INXS, I find myself recognizing just how good Michael Hutchence was as a singer/frontman. He really was pretty great. I wonder how good any of them can be in that context. Have to say though, from the first perf show there has been a lot of growth with all of them, so who knows. I wish the "mansion" shows were longer, they always seem to end right when I am getting into them. Also it's nice that the "results" show doesn't engage in any of that American Idol fake-out crap when they are kicking someone off. That is straight up "TV producer's soul going straight to hell" business right there.
I like when they let some of the more spicy Dave-isms through. From what he says, there are a bunch of 'em that don't make it to the air. The comeback about having JD's sister call him killed me. I love that shit. As the weeks go on, he seems more and more comfortable in his role. It's very good to have someone pick up on the aspects of performance that a regular "host" might miss. I know that he has a hard time being too critical, as he really has come to have a great deal of affection and respect for all of them.
Critiques aside - I am sure they are having the time of their lives, and I wish 'em all well.
Since we're on the subject, if I were to make an INXS playlist here's what it would be: (feel free to use this information, Ty.)
This Time
I Send a Message
The One Thing
Need You Tonight
Burn for You
Kick
New Sensation
Mediate
What You Need
Shine Like It Does
Don't Change
My Netflix started up this week and I've been on a steady diet of good DVD's. Wanted to give out an honorable mention to a movie that I think went undeservedly overlooked. "Solaris" was directed by Stephen Soderberg who really has been one of the most unpredictable directors of our time. It was the remake of a film based on a book by science fiction writer Stanislaw Lem. When it came out in '02, it didn't do any business, and I didn't see it until it came out on DVD. Saw it again the other night. If you haven't seen it, check it out, I recommend it. It's not a standard science fiction film. You'll get no battles, or struggles between good and evil, just a really absorbing metaphysical drama. Probably bugged people there were no explosions. It's a very quiet, heavy movie that centers around a space station orbiting a moon that seems to have some kind of intelligence and ability to bring back ghosts of people's pasts. George Clooney plays Chris Kelvin, who is brought to the space station to try to figure out what is happening out there and ends up being haunted by the ghost of his dead wife, Rheya.
I really appreciated how this movie jumped from plot point to plot point really quickly and didn't seem to waste time building up tension and manipulating the audience. The direction was reminiscent of Kubrick's 2001, and really well done. The music was an almost subliminal texture of steel drum-type sounds, and helped build the film's moody atmosphere of isolation.
My bathroom was painted by the last tenant a garish, lurid, teal kind-of-color. Not so bad, you might think. As the light reflects, though, from the wall color onto your face as you look in the mirror, and you are constantly wondering, "did I die last night or catch the plague or something?", it becomes time for a change. I painted my living room a purple called "Plum Fairy" (begin jokes now), and my bedroom a blue color called "Ceremony". The zombie-making teal of the bathroom has been bugging me, and yesterday I painted it dark purple.
Around 12:30am this morning, my cats both freaked out and ran to the window, making a weird low growling noise. Strange how when you live with animals, and think you have heard the gamut of creature noises they make, and then all of a sudden, they bust out with a whole new one you've never heard before. Looked out the window and saw a small coyote loping down the long courtyard walk away from my building toward the street. Sadly, it had just killed my downstairs neighbor's cat. When I got downstairs, the black cat had just enough life to lift its little paw up one time ...then nothing. Coyote went right for its neck. I had scared it away before it could do any more damage. Really sad scene. Bagged up the cat, put it in a cardboard box, and waited for my neighbors to come home. They did, and I hit them with the bad news. I have had to be on the receiving end of news like this more then a few times. Odd that with all the cats I've had, and with all of the deaths, I never was the one to find them. Roommates, family members, band mates, I had always been spared the sight. Until last night.
One of the cats I used to have named "Ricehead" (don't ask), was found by my former band mates before a rehearsal, and I had him cremated and sealed in a little grey stone box with a gargoyle crouched on top. I had misplaced it until I moved into this new place.
So now my little utopian "Cat Disneyland" has been tainted and I have to keep my little guys in at night... fuck you, coyotes.
Here's some recent web finds to lighten up the mood:
Google Earth:
Amazing 3D fly around map of the planet. You have to try this. PC only.
Bootleg Browser:
Link list of live show sites.
Afiches:
Spanish adult movie posters from the 70's.
Chiho Aoshima:
Japanese artist's installation piece. Wonderful.
Phoenix Lights:
Unexplained lights in the sky, sighted in 1997.
Cat High Speed Pix:
You get the idea.
Been running lately. Up and down Hollywood Blvd, Sunset, Franklin, Cahuenga, Highland, Melrose, you name it. It's really great to get out and see so much in so little time. I always thought that to go running, you needed to find some perfect scenic mountain path or athletically-approved straightaway to do it. No need. I like just getting up, getting out and cruising around. I like dashing by the tattoo shops, pizza joints, theaters, guys sleeping on the sidewalk, tourists, and meandering crazy people. Everyone has their own idea of what "scenic" means.
Tonight on Hollywood Blvd. I saw small filming crew setting up for a shoot. Right as I passed by, I saw director David Lynch sitting on a bus stop bench with a small camera giving out instructions. So cool. Never a dull moment in The HW. Lately I have been reading that Lynch is involved in a program to get Transcendental Mediation classes taught in public schools. This sounds like a fantastic idea to me.
When I was in high school, my Mother and I took a class in TM, and I really enjoyed it. She had to mention that the Beatles were into TM (they traveled to India to visit with TM's founder, the Mahareshi Mahesh Yogi) to get me to go, which worked. When you are 16 years old, the last thing you are able to do easily is to chill out, focus on your breathing, and try to find a complete stillness so that you can truly hear what is happening past your own ego, but I did enjoy it. I have been toying with the idea of taking the course again, but after checking out the new pricing for classes, um ... maybe not. There are many ways to meditate, and many paths to help one discover their own best method, and TM is just one way. I have worked on some other meditation methods, but I still hold that first one close to my heart.
P.S. I think David Lynch's white hair looks bad-ass. I hope later in life, my hair gets all Old Man Winter-Style.
P.P.S. Also, a shout out to my friend Syd Klinge who does a radio show "The Oddio Radio Show" with Lynch's daughter Jen Lynch on davidlynch.com.
"I feel it, I feel the cosmos..."
-Katamari Damacy
Here's what happens when I wake up...
First I make coffee. The kind isn't important, I can never much tell the difference anyway. I like Don Fransisco "Hawaiian Hazelnut" and "Butterscotch" flavors because the words "Hawaiian" and "Butterscotch" are printed on the labels. I take a shower, shave, and apply the usual cremes, oils and chemicals that make me feel I am prepared for interaction with other members of the species without any undue embarrassment. I eat some granola. At my old place, I used to live across the street from a little diner called "Nicely's" and I would walk over and have breakfast/lunch everyday. I'd bring my sketchbook and iPod, and got lots of lyric writing done over there. I like to get out in the world as soon as I can, the sound of voices and activity help me jump start.
With coffee in hand and granola in stomach, I hit the computer. After checking the email, I check my My Yahoo news page for what's happening world-wise. Then I check the RSS feeds. I have my daily diet of sites I check over and over during the day, and have recently started using an RSS news feeder to keep on top of them. I am using NetNewsWire, and it works great. Here are the sites/RSS feeds I check all the time:
Defamer / Feed
acerbic entertainment business blog
Boing Boing / Feed
a directory of wonderful things
Waxy.com Links / Feed
Good tech links
Goldenfiddle / Feed
funny celeb and music blog
The Superficial / Feed
celeb crap
We Make Money Not Art / Feed
developments in tech, art, and interface design
Stereogum / Feed
music blog
Engadget / Feed
tech stuff
The Movie Blog / Feed
you get the idea
other links:
Regnyouth
music sharing blog
The Hype Machine
Index of free mp3's being linked from top music blogs
Digg.com/spy
and my new favorite site: digg.com. Digg is doing something new with networked linking. Users submit links, then users vote on the ones they like, and those links are promoted to the homepage. The cool thing is the "spy" page: It's written with AJAX, and it is always updating showing you the latest and most popular links. I am getting a lot of good stuff from here lately. Check it out and watch it change. Most of the links are tech based, but the technology behind it is pretty cool.
After my mind has been properly marinated in more information that it possibly can do anything useful with, I wander around in my apartment, waiting for inspiration. At that point, my next activity can take one of many paths:
1. The Path of Procrastination - plopping down on the couch and checking out what's on the TiVo, or maybe playing with my cats, who seem to be really happy on their own path, the Path of Complete Inactivity.
2. The Path of Creativity - if I can feel an inspiration, I start tinkering around on the guitar, or checking out a recording of a song in the works. Maybe load up and take a lyric/inspiration walk through the city.
3. The Path of Productivity - I start some web site work, some stuff for the band, or web clients.
4. The Path of Preservation - Handle life stuff: bills, tickets, unpacking boxes, laundry, dishes, cat box etc. I check out the list of stuff I need to deal with. I have always been horrible at keeping to-do lists. The only thing I seem to do consistently is starting up new to-do lists every few months, and never really pay attention to them. Lately, I have been trying Backpack, it's a free online service that you can use as an online to-do list. So far, it's pretty helpful.
If you are interested in what links I am enjoying, feel free to check out my del.icio.us page: http://del.icio.us/steveisaacs I put a few new links there every couple days. Here is the RSS feed.
So far, I love my new place. I really like being back in the city. Funny to say because where I was before was no real departure from "the city", but being right back in the center of Hollywood sure feels more like it. I like hearing people around, much more than I thought I would. The little group of apartments in my courtyard are all occupied by pretty cool people... There is a single mother with a young son that kind of remind me of me and my Mom when I was growing up. There is a tall good looking guy who plays acoustic on his front step in the evening as people get home from work. There is a friendly guy who does music on his computer studio in his apartment. There is an older lady with an easy smile who they say used to be a film actress. One woman does makeup by day and helps keep up the extensive gardens when she gets home. One man is a set builder with his walls painted dark red who lives with his new wife, whom he married in the courtyard. One quiet man is a lighting technician on film sets, who meditates a lot and enjoys old country music. And me.
The apartments are all really old, apparently built in the 20's or 30's. The electrical and plumbing are pretty dodgy, but they are filled with character. I have come to really love my new apartment. My cats once again are granted free-roaming outdoor status. Over the years that I have been the guardian to Spike and Yaphet, they have alternated between being outdoor and indoor cats. This place is pretty much cat Disneyland. No other tenants have dogs and most have cats, and let them roam free in the courtyard. The long sidewalk up from the street is lined with cat explorers, cat sunbathers, and any other cat drama you can imagine at any hour of the day. I feel pretty good that they get to live a more adventurous life than in my last house - where the proximity to a major street's traffic made it necessary to keep them locked up. They didn't seem to mind, but this has to be better.
One of the best parts of the new place is the common garden patio behind the building that I and 3 other tenants share. All four back doors lead to this little green living oasis. Many different odd kinds of plants, vines, and flowers all wrapped around a short stone walkway with some small buddhas and other statuary on the way to a greenery enclosed sitting area that looks just right for barbecues and enjoying the outside. Very not Hollywood, this back zone. At night with the lights on, it's absolutely magical. I'll post some pics soon.
Behind my desk, there is an open section in the wall that used to be an old Murphy bed - you know the beds that fold up into the wall? Now it's just this kind of ledge/shelf thing. I have a vision of making it an altar-like art piece. I would like to find a place to get a couple female mannequin torsos, some fake flowers that fluoresce in black light, and some other goodies to make it really come alive.
I have been playing music more and more and so far, no complaints. I want to be clear that in these posts, I don't mean to sound like I am complaining about my situation, or that I am in some rat-infested hell hole one step from my debut as a homeless person. Not the case. I am fine, life is good, and I am happy. I wanted to maintain my pretty straightforward tone in these posts, and was just being frank about what was happening in my life. When the shit really hit the fan, I disappeared for a month. I still debate this whole blog thing sometimes. I do appreciate all the support and positive vibes I got from my frequent readers, I really did fell pretty low a few times, checked my comments, and was brightened up considerably by some of you taking the time to have my back. Thanks so much.
Now Playing: Gomez "Liquid Skin"
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