my head is full and there is blood in my mouth, from things that I’ve done and secrets I’ve heard about, and they scream and beg for me to let them out, but I swallow them down in a pit of doubt, somewhere between my stomach and lungs, but I think they slip out in songs I’ve sung. About mistakes I made when I was young. But I’m afraid that excuse doesn’t hold much ground, and it’s almost as if I want them found. I want to be honest and open with one person, one confidant for the rest of my life, to where it’s not my confessions, but simply telling myself, because they are so much a part of what I’ll become. And I won’t be the things I’ve done. I won’t have to hide anything from anyone. I will be open and with love.
frenchie smith is an amazing producer. wikipedia him.
There are songs I like to give away, because they mean so much to me, and here are some of them. You should look them up, listen to them, and read the lyrics, and get on my level. See where I am coming from. Let’s do this.
Saves the Day - ‘Do You Know What I Love the Most?’ off Through Being Cool.
Say Anything - ‘I Want to Know Your Plans’ off …Is a Real Boy.
Midtown - ‘No Place Feels Like Home’ off Save the World, Lose the Girl.
The Starting Line - ‘Ready’ off Based on a True Story
The Weakerthans - ‘Aside’ off Left and Leaving
The Early November - ‘1000 Times A Day’ off The Mother, The Mechanic, and the Path
These are six songs I want to give away from many songs that I have.
my son is making out with my daughter. God, I’m hard.
-Darth Vader via Frenchie Smith.
Last day at the Bubble. Hooray. And I woke up this morning and listened to a lot of Copeland. I’m looking forward to their show in April.
Our engineer just let us know how to say “my penis is a flamethrower” in german. computer boy ftw.
SOMEONE BROKE THEIR LEG AT OUR SHOW LAST NIGHT! ZLAM DUNK FTW!
Had a show last night in Houston. It was neat. Got home around 4 in the morning. 10 am, back in the studio in Austin. What a fun life I live.
I’ve got control, I shift my shape
if flesh and bone do not contain
the mirrors don’t reflect my face” —Local Natives
I have a deep fear that I’m a hungry man surrounded by poisoned food, and I don’t know what to do, because I think all I want is you, I feel like shit about it. but I have hope about it. because I have God who has plans about it. And he’s cured me once. And he cured her father. And he’s fled the earth. And he sent his son, and made things right. So why do I feel like this tiny child, when my father did so much.
stolen from sara’s blog
What are you wearing?
levi 510s. a t shirt.
Describe your perfect day.
sleep in. wake up on my own. breakfast tacos. river. show that night. great crowd. go home and sleep knowing I’m going on tour for the next 6 months.
How do you relax?
play a show. shower. sleep.
Who lives at your house?
back home. jazz, sadie, ellie, tiger.
Would you change anything about your appearance?
Do you have children?
Why are you still single?
she’s making me wait.
Have you ever cheated?
How long was your longest relationship?
Describe your dance technique.
unique. amazing. sexy.
Live music or disco?
Would you ever go on a blind date?
What is your worst personality trait?
I’m an asshole.
What did you do today?
wake up late. bagel with sara. comic. work out. shower and food. bible study. study and food. sleep.
Is your home tidy?
What did you have for dinner?
tuna fish on wheat with pepper jack cheese.
All women are…
I cried when…
my grand father passed on.
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Oh some evil spirit
Oh some evil this way comes
They told me how they fear it
Now they’re placing it on their tongues
Oh to see it with my own eyes
No food or water for the better part of ten months
Quietly he sat between the folds of a free trunk
Oh to see it with my own eyes
All the men of faith and men of science had their questions
Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?
-‘Wide Eyes’ by Local Natives
my band has 5 or 6 shows this SXSW. So if you’re in Austin, come find me and say hello. I’ll be walking around with an artist wristband baby what’s up.
uffie, NAS, she & him, MADLIB, PEANUT BUTTER WOLF, spoon, the walkmen, beaches, delta spirit, dr dog, rob roy, steve aoki, maps and atlases, nappy roots, sage francis, okkervil river, eisley, the xx, we are scientists, BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE, AVEY FUCKING TARE, cheap trick, mayer hawthorne, smokey robinson, NEON INDIAN, bachelorette, REAL ESTATE, kid sister, the cool kids, miike snow, kat edmonson, THE ENTRANCE BAND, major lazer, the watson twins, illa j, fucked up
you forgot freelance whales, cast spells, and of course, zlam dunk. we have 5 different shows.
I miss the freezing summer east coast, when my phone was broken, so no calls, no texts, just new cities to impress, and new memories to press deep into my cerebral context. I’m two people, and something needs to change, someone needs to die, because I feel too estranged, and what do these words even mean anymore!?