it's getting better all the time.

what a mess I make.

Totally weird vibes lately:
1) I work too much but I'm stacking money.
2) I can't figure out where I want to live when I graduate (or perhaps next semester), at all.
3) I'm scared sometimes that I'm keeping too close all the things I shouldn't.
4) I need to start practicing and figuring out songs for Taylor's birthday bash on the 16th.
5) I legit almost got raped.
6) I need to have more full-band shit ready for the Perilli's party on Friday the 13th. Mids Kids official debut. (whaat?)
7) I'm up too early and gooning all over again.
8) I make too many posts where I list things.



Lately, it's hard to play certain songs I've written live.....actually, a lot of them. I've heard certain recording artists feel the same way, you know? Having to re-live all the painful memories in front of people every time they play. I guess I don't know. I mean, I just never thought I'd have the same issue. It's just more difficult knowing certain things lack conclusion, as well as plenty of things I'm always trying to work out. But some nights, when it feels right and I can't take all this frustration out anywhere else, there's some sort of comfort in screaming the songs. It sounds lame now, but it's sort of like a release I guess. Or is it relapse?


Maybe I just need to write a happy song or something. That might make me and anybody who has to listen to me bitch feel 1000x better. I'm gonna try to get off this and catch some more zzzz's before work.

Considering I don't have a cell-phone and am impossible to get in touch with

New plan:
Borrow people's phones to "make quick calls" at parties/public settings, text message pictures of myself in said location to random friends to let them know I'm thinking of them. Feel free to upload pictures, or upgrade your data plans.


That's it for today, Happy 4th!

And suddenly I knew what I had to do.

Now that makes sense.





I'm gonna get the money I'm gonna get the money I'm gonna get the money and fucking run for my life.

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.