I'm gonna stay up all night, every night, for the rest of my life.

Whew, just got back from Quincy.



Today I played a show at the Marshfield Yacht Club for the "Blessing of the Fleet" with Craig. While old people and little children are not my usual demographic, some rad friends showed up who I haven't seen in abit, so it was nice. They were also offering me mad free beer, which was very nice. Then I had work, whateverrrr. Made some money, that was good. Went to Mad Fish after to play some songs. So rad to not be in earlier said demographic but with so many of the same people. Degust and Mary came so that was awesome. I love them, seriously. My friends mean the world to me.


Lately I've been gooning for legit no reason. I just feel like this is neither the time nor place for it. Even though it's probably both. It sucks when there's all this shit that you can't even tell your best friends. It's kind of like this massive secret that I can't talk about. I don't even think I'd want to if someone asked me about it. Ahhh just so much inside....ughhh.


But from the other side of things I'm allowed to goon out about:
This random other girl is seriously creeping me THE FUCK OUT.
Like, if I even told you, you wouldn't believe me.
It's fuuuuucking ridiculous.
I don't even know why I wrote that, but honestly....it's so bad I don't want to talk about it.



I really do need to get my SD card or borrow someones. I figure maybe if I take some pictures I should stop bitching on this thing. God damn the Jam, 2010. Sorry guys. Fuck me, if you don't kill me.

Say yes....

I just stumbled upon this poem I wrote oh so many years ago. Baby, do you remember me now?



It's interesting enough:
When the subject of love comes up
people are so quick to talk.
When the subject of death comes up
no one can say a fucking thing.
The weirdest thing is:
One only happens to some of us
and one happens to all of us.

From what I HAVE learned:
When you're dead you don't come back to talk to your best friend.
You don't have control of your mother's brakes before the accident.
A warm September wind is not fingertips on your lover's face.
The 100 grand you spent on college doesn't pay you back.
God doesn't even know who you are,
let alone shake your hand.


But what's left:
Passing your drivers test.
Your first time.
A sunset in California.
And her hair,
long as the summer
and the scent it left on your pillow,
and the long days in highschool waiting for it.

Let's Get Nice.

This website/blog is going to be going through some serious changes, all of which I will be finalizing soon.

Basically, I want to run this blog in a new format from now on.

Each week (ideally), I will post 2 videos:
1) Doing something nice for someone else.
2) Playing a new song.

I will try to film the songs whenever the occasion arises, and it would be preferable to have some sort of audience (friends/party/open mic's/woods/I honestly don't care). Cover requests are plenty more than welcome. If anyone is down for this, let me know. It'd probably just be short videos on my digital camera.

I mean, I will definitely still be posting my weird ass ramblings in this thing, but I want to promote the idea of playing music for friends, promote my own music, and also just the idea that you can have a good time and do good things for people.


I don't know, let me know what you think, if anyone even sees or reads this.
There will obviously be shameless self-promotion through FaceBook.
And thank you to everyone who come to open mic's to see me.
And thank you to Nick for helping me record.
I don't know, thanks everyone.

i meant every word i'd sung for you.

oh man

and i used to think people who wrote concept albums were cool...



if i even told anyone all the weird shit i'm thinking all the time they'd think i'm crazy.
all i see are these ridiculous metaphors...i don't know.
i'm getting pretty fucking nervous to tell you the truth.



who am i even talking to?

right ahead, young sailor!!!

...well, that felt good.

humidity.

skateboarding today, beach if this heat blows.
prah some grill thrown in there too.


weird life.

you can change it all if you want to.

i stopped by this apt the other day and was smoking a blunt and some mother came in WITH HER ONE YEAR OLD BOY IN A STROLLER to buy something off this kid and then she started hitting the blunt in front of her baby boy.


feeling pretty badly about life right now.
seriously, that's not fucking cool at all.

Regardless of not having a cell phone...

Did you think that maybe there's a reason we don't stay in touch?
Like, if I try calling you and we hang out, obviously it means I care enough to.
and I used to, I really did.
But did you ever think there's a direct correlation between how you acted how you did and why I don't call you anymore?










fuuuuuuck dude, get me back to the city.

this circle will never be broken.

Jon & Christine are getting married. He gave her the ring and they're planning on next summer or something. I'm really happy for them and so so so excited. He's been one of my best friends for my entire life. And though I just met her about a year ago when they started seeing each other, Christine is a super great girl for him. I trust in their decision, and I'm pumped considering they're like my first friends to get hitched.
AND JON O AND MYSELF ARE THE "BEST MEN".
FUCK YES.
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!





bryan salmon has remained one of my tightest friends i feel like for quite some time. i don't know, he's just a good kid and when i'm bummed he is good at spreading cheer. i don't know, all of my friends are far too nice to me. seriously, thank you all.

i think i lost my SD card the other day. lame, i need to either track down where my clever niece/cousin hid it or pick a new one up.

i'm about to beat a GameBoy game i bought in roughly the 6th grade. so weird, i don't know....
i've also been re-reading Interpreter of Maladies, which I haven't even looked at in like 4 years. it's actually pretty good.

random, but have you heard the phrase "a man is as good as his tools" (or something like that?)
i've been thinking about it for awhile, and i totally believe it.
i mean, given the medium, i feel like i could accomplish so much, i just never have the time.
it's like, i love skateboarding, i love guitar, i like working, i love taking pictures, writing songs...fuck, i mean i even tried knitting over the winter and am attempting to grow strawberries right now.

it's strange, i just have this desire to learn as much as possible so i can keep myself occupied and be productive in as many different things i can cram in my head....which is great, but i guess sometimes i feel like i don't get to totally realize my full potential in any one single area.
oh well, i guess there's always room for improvement.


sometimes i don't know how to act. i secretly do miss you sometimes, but of course i'm going to be bitter. i have every right in the world to be. you would be too, i'm sure. i fear already that this is going to be received the wrong way and maybe by the wrong person. probably by the wrong person. ugh vague life.
it's late, i'm clearly rambling.
i can't even go on the computer without all these painful images.

and i wanted to hurt all the shit-talkers.

i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone but you i swear to god i never believed anyone.

karma, so hard.

Damn it seems like it's been a bit but everything at this point is just kind of blurring.

Work, work, work and trying to stack $$.
and I (usually) always get to see my friends there!
raaad.

KARMA:
Yesterday I was serving these three dudes inside the restaurant (Chris, Jon, Tim?), just talking to them mad long and stuff, they seemed like good guys. then they asked of they could go out to the biker function on the patio. local bikers were having a fundraiser for their friend who was paralyzed from the neck-down in a motorcycle accident. they were selling t-shirts and raffle tickets for prizes such as laptops, scratch tickets, etc. I'm just shooting the shit with one of the dudes (Chris) actually ends up winning $250 in the raffle, and then donated it back to the family/charity to get them through all this. They invite me out to have a beer with them, and then ask if i wanna go to (yuck) the roadhouse. We get there to watch the Lakers/Celts and they're buying me some beers and it's nice. Fucking Chris hits for $450 on a scratch ticket and just buys us all a bunch of shots/beer/keno tickets. I don't know, but unless he's just really lucky, i feel like it had something to do with giving the money back to that family.

i feel like i notice this kind of stuff all the time.
i mean, even when shit goes wrong, all you can really do is be the nicest person you can.
i think i get along pretty well with everyone, and these past 2 years i feel like the biggest weight has been lifted off my head. i'm in a much better spot, now, and it's so nice.


I have some of the best friends i could have ever asked for, and i hope they know how much they mean to me.



i'm opening tomorrow, so i'm gonna go to bed now. it's late. goodnight!

Follow Mike and Trevor on their trip across the U.S.

My friends Mike and Trevor from school have started their (roughly) 7 week stint across the United States. They embarked yesterday in a Ford Focus in what should be the trip of a life-time. The road-trip will take them across 14 national parks including Yellowstone, Death Valley, Redwood, and the Grand Canyon. Largely a camping-trip, this 10,000 mile journey is being funded by Bridgewater State College's ATP grant. Best of luck, and a safe return to the both of them.

Follow Mike here:
http://knotsandcasualties.tumblr.com/

and Trevor here:
http://www.notanothercollegeblog.blogspot.com/


Also, I may consider switching "Let's Get Nice" over to WordPress.
I kind of like the layout I have going on for my more "professional" website:
http://JamieThomasLong.wordpress.com