Thursday, February 17, 2011

active (volcano) bands



i've been passing around these homemade compilations of bands that are active that people should check out. a lot of them are touring. a lot of them are visiting my state. im excited. listen to them. support them.

heres the link: http://www.mediafire.com/?317dekl9r3cs0tl

these are the bands and songs i have used for this collection of musicians. if you are a band and has found this stupid post and hate it so much and dont want to be associated with me. let me know and i'll remove you from this folder which will be annoying since i will have to upload another folder to mediafire. but hey. whatever.

emperor x-go captain and pinlighter
des ark-peace to you too motherfucker
pygmy lush-asphalt
jakob olausson-live to tell
woman year-funkify no
hail seizures-elephant man
slingshot dakota-until the day i die part 2
snowing-i think we're in minsk
algernon cadwallader-spit fountain
sirs-youre gonna be great
tubers-these quantum leaps are killing me
ape up!-no troy
facel vega-capital
son skull-stand on the shore/laura
dead friends-the jesus blizzard
1994!-thank all you guy helpening
raein-4
we were skeletons-exposure to heavy metal causes whatever
ten thousand leagues-peaces of mosaic
cassilis-carcassonne
edhochuli-things people say when they're high
pine barrens-kingmaker

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Through the Surface of the Water























Alec Soth






Soothing images of the Mississippi. Much of the empty space and solemn framing of the photos remind me of Joel Sternfelds work. He recently began installing his project Broken Manual at the Walker Art Center. He had been active on that project since 2006 and has finally been able to show the public. His website sheds more light on individual pictures. The third picture above, for instance, is of Johnny Cash's childhood home.

Sleeping By the Mississippi

Wisconsin's Public Libraries



The Wisconsin's Historical Society website holds some pictures of their public libraries dating back 100 years. All very beautiful images of ornate buildings and settings. Enjoy.


Link to Gallery.

Monday, May 17, 2010

obsolete, another break in my bones



the cursor has been blinking for about five boilermaker songs. i know i have a lot of things on my mind i want to spread out onto this page but i glance over them as if they are thoughts i had years ago. thoughts that i now look upon with some kind of aged arrogance. maybe its because i feel like ive had these feelings for so long. i almost feel silly for still having them. that shitty bleak feeling a teenager feels as he or she crawls into the 'adult' world. ive been doing a lot of dwoddling and way too much indulging in any kind of want that presents itself to me.

that strange, familiar discomfort is beginning to show itself again.

"i don't beg for anything, especially to be alive"

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

the birth of our twenty minute hug



















scarlet sidwell: I'd still be down to shake hands.
omar romero: Sure, why not
scarlet sidwell: Alright. At exactly 6:38.
omar romero: NO
omar romero: Really?
omar romero: shit
scarlet sidwell: Is that good for you? We can reschedule.
omar romero: I guess it's ok
scarlet sidwell: What do your 7:54's look like?
omar romero: Filled with hugs
omar romero: sorry
omar romero: I got a bus full of kids coming through
omar romero: They're low on hugs
scarlet sidwell: WHAT ABOUT THIS KID, HUH?
omar romero: I thought I was going to shake your hand.
scarlet sidwell: WHERE DO I FIT IN TO YOUR 7:54'S?!?
omar romero: Maybe a glance. The hugs are draining
omar romero: Be my 7:56 and I'll give you a hug that will take up my 7:56-8:00s
scarlet sidwell: I'm gonna need more of a commitment than that.
omar romero: HOW LONG OF A HUG DO YOU WANT
scarlet sidwell: At LEAST until we leave to go to the movie.
omar romero: SO`HOW LONG WILL THAT BE
scarlet sidwell: 7:56-9:45
omar romero: I don't think monet will have much fun watching us hug each other
omar romero: 20 minute long hug?
omar romero: Can we compromise?
scarlet sidwell: Fine.
omar romero: Pick the time.
scarlet sidwell: You can clock out at 8:10.
omar romero: We're doing this ok
scarlet sidwell: Okay.
omar romero: I hope you're into it as much as me
omar romero: Give it your all
scarlet sidwell: I was just thinking the same thing.
scarlet sidwell: We should separate and then act like we haven't seen eachother in a really long time. Like a picking you up from the airport after ten years of separation hug.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

opening omar

whoa mar, r, black tar, mason jar. tan pants, sexy dance, roundabout, happy shout! swim, dip, run, drip. laugh, laugh, laugh, slip, ow, hurt, fell in the dirt, help me up, kiss my cut. blood, blood, wipe up blood, band-aids do what band-aids does. fells better, bad weather, huddle together, makes things better. i feel better, do you feel better? i know you don't, but it's best you lie, dear. kiss, kiss, tiny lips, she's got no idea that i feel like this. silly silly, feelings, pity, ditty, doodle, dumb, dumb, idiot. omar fun dip, hand slip, table top puddle drip. whipped cream sandwich. lonely loving, friends and hugging, forty-seven brown bears lugging berries to bury, winters coming. warm hands, cold hands, doesn't matter cos they're your hands. groups of guppies swimming upstream, doesn't matter what their life means. piddle diddle, peanut brittle, eat it up, get your fill. something tells me somethings pretty, i can't see it, but it's fitting. tiny bugs circle crumbs, sweep them up, end their lives without knowing you did it. silly human, silly living. omar romero, hasn't a care-oh. drifting mind, subtract zero, arctic tundra super hero. swing gently, ice is melting, feelings deepen, kiss her, leave me. dancing, prancing, spectacular acting, hold on tight and please stop asking. plot line thickens, weakness, wheat thins. weird things, weird times, weird wine, drunk time. say goodbye, she won't cry, you think it's time you ought to die. little sparrow, flying scared, oh, you don't know where you're going. bomb the moon, worthwhile wound. we'll be finding water soon, I promise you. hold your palms to your ears, forget what I'm saying. dancing, dreaming, find some feeling. find a life worth living. ringing, ringing, constant ringing. brought on by shrill, disgusting singing. signs tell me something's bringing slow death, deal with it. slow rain drops, stop, hop a scotch. drink some scotch, drown yourself and rot and rot, and cry and cry and laugh sometimes. nothings worth anything in the long run. so hold yr lover, say you love her. fuck and die, and fucking feel it. smear, fear, feeling weird. weight, wait, huge mistake, mistook him for someone sane. pain, pain, window pane, sitting, looking, can't complain. fucking shouting, sounds deranged. pitter patter, nothings changed. change they say, will lead the way, to nothing really. barefoot feet, walking on pebbles and coals and trees, and branches, and broken things. broken me, broken sea, he broke the seams, it seems, I mean, he's mean, but he means it, at least I know he means it. he tells me that he needs me, no one needs me, but people need things. my things, your things, bad things, drug things, love things, not me, wait, what? what? oh, I don't know. I'll just sit here, watch the wind blow. blown, blue, lively loo. I'm so damn sick of this tv show. cold feet, cold head, bed head, well read, wear red, worn out, old house, water spout. spout lies, someone dies, we all die. desperate darling, snarling, showing teeth. bare breast, hands to chest, demolished darling. dearest lover, yearns to hug her, feel her, know her, he wants her. to love her. fear and fever, hot headed brother, had her once and lust took over. and over, and over, and over, and over, but she felt he was below her, it blew over. things move fast but they go nowhere.

my laugh is immortal

















i've finally pulled myself out of that stupid hole. im actually appreciating other peoples presence. i've even made some effort to go see them. needless to say, life is fab. however, i continue to rot in between the weekends at home. which is usually yours truly dragging his hairy knuckles through the internet looking for the next band that can give him a boner. so far, i've had good luck but i can feel my eyes straining harder and harder. of course, i'm scared of it. my dreams are a huge reflection of my fear of losing my sight. always hazy, foggy, unclear, without color. i feel a lot better though. i dont cry as often as i used to. ive stopped eating my feelings. ive let go of those episodes of deflated postures and gloomy gazes while i continue to create dermatological havoc with all the amounts of spicy food i love and enjoy. it's only a matter of time until people actually start finding me sexy. also, the other day i enjoyed a hazy, wobbly but entertaining evening with four pals. we went ice skating and its safe to say that we probably impressed some people out there. actually fuck that, we went fucking plastic skating and whatever genius thought we would be able to skate over that should reevaluate their life. i was so mad that i eventually figured i should fall on my knee already so i could limp for the rest of the night. the wrong knee brought to you by monet riceroni. she's one of those pals i have. no resentment being held but one would think so by how much i bring it up. i tend to bring up a lot of things that shouldn't be brought up. i don't even mind the three hour bus rides it takes to get to them each week. the bus ride, while soul crushing at times, only makes me feel impatient. what really breaks my balls is having to ride all the way back home to orange county. either way, effortless loyalty and admiration exists for these people. i hope i never come home. repeating. for infinity.