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[Thu, Jan 28, 10 / 9:11pm] |
i do promo work for
vagrant & fearless records
this is my open journal,
my closed is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) witwicky
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| spice girls viva forever |
[Fri, Dec 14, 07 / 1:19am] |
- Paramore, Grammy? The world is surely ending.
- Why haven't the Spice Girls been nominated?
- FATA was, like always amazing live.
- Christmas, everyone is coming to mi casa
- Christmas. It's so amazing so whatever.
( From Autumn to Ashes @ AKA Lounge )
I have too many photos of FATA,
Mikey almost killed me so I mean, whatever I'll die for my favorite band ever.
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| you're like me aren't you? |
[Sat, Nov 10, 07 / 9:33pm] |
Thanksgiving is coming up, that means two things:
working brand new/thrice/mewithoutYou tour
seeing mi madre y padre!!
oh, and I guess that I really should get to photographing my "Seven Deadly Sins" concept series.
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| to stop an exploding man |
[Tue, Oct 23, 07 / 1:13am] |
This is not a love song. Only people who are in love listen to love songs. No, you're not quite there yet. One of you is a hopeless romantic, a bright-eyed little boy lost, Peter Pan with an inferiority complex and a busted long-term memory. The other is the scientist, the liar, the father and the son, with so many faces to keep up and new roles to play it's hard to tell whether you're coming or going anymore. Fate is not your friend, but here you both go playing with it again.
Maybe there's something between you, maybe there's not. Because anytime you end up in a room together somebody dies or explodes or busts a hole in time and space, to change the future or the past or maybe nothing at all. But that's neither here nor there really, because you're not in love.
This is not a love song. At least not yet.
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| sleep on it. |
[Sat, Oct 06, 07 / 12:37am] |
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I slumped down in a chair with my ready-meal, tonight’s dish was Chicken Kiev, airplane food as fake as my boss’s smile. The news reporter was talking about a boy that had been found in a canal, dead. I hadn’t looked up. I didn’t care, a million people have been found in that canal, no hopers with nothing else to do but take that final swim. But then, maybe it was a quick glance, a sneaked look at who had chosen to clock out early; a toothy grin stared back at me from the screen.
The news reporter was still talking, but all I heard was deep buzzing in my ears worse than silence. Bright green eyes, pale skin, big smile. I didn’t need the black eyes and grubby coat to know it was him. He’d killed himself. I swallowed a burning mouthful of my Chicken Kiev, but it settled in my stomach as an ice cold lump. He was dead. No more cheeky grins, no more glinting eyes. Gone, gone, gone. The only person who had seen past my bloodshot eyes to the real me, the me that even I didn’t know existed. Maybe I was the only one that had seen him though, except that was a lie. I hadn’t, I hadn’t seen enough. I’d let him die hadn’t I?
I gazed at the screen until the photo was gone, replaced by the solemn news reporter who wore too much make up. I found myself walking to the garden door leaving my meal behind, the cat had gone, so had the bird and now he’d gone too. I stayed there, staring out into the endless inky darkness. Though I was sure I would never breath again, my breath was frosting up the door window. I drew a frowning face in the mist as I saw the first drops fall. It had started to rain; I knew it be raining gold where we’d first met. It was raining here, I could see small puddles forming on my uneven patio but it wasn‘t gold. He was dead. I wonder how long his frail body had been floating in the canal before he was found. It must have been so cold, so cold and lonely. I closed my eyes as I sat down in the chair again my Chicken Kiev was lukewarm, a good excuse not to eat.
Fast forward: work again. I could hardly take leave; I didn’t even know him. Sure, I bought him coffee, but how many people must have done the same thing. He could have sat there night after night watching people pass, waiting for someone he could get. His prey. I was just that night’s catch: he didn’t pick me because he thought I was special, he picked me because I had that look about me. I was playing in the rain for Christ’s sake.
“A piece of cake“, he must have thought when he saw me, feeling unwanted in the rain. But now he was dead. He was dead, and I was alive; look who’s fucking special now.
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| on letting go. |
[Thu, Aug 30, 07 / 12:14am] |
...or no polaroids. I only took a few, none of which I shall post here. DTEA broke up, sadly enough Mikey told me the next night while he was at their show in Jacksonville, I believe their last show is tonight in NY.
Incase you're unaware, Emanuel's new album came out on the 28th and BlackEarthTige really is amazing, so please pick up a copy. It's on sale everywhere for $12.99 except for Hot Topic for some weird reason, but who shops at Hot Topic anyway?
I've been really getting into the new Circa cd, it's finally grown on me. It's taken some time, I'll admit I wasn't at all fond of it in the beginning but now, well I love the album. On Letting Go is by far my favorite track.
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| cowboys got guns. |
[Wed, Aug 15, 07 / 2:27pm] |
My friends asked me the other day via instant message if I'd get a tattoo with them when they come back on tour around my area, I thought about for a while.
Tattoos are great and if you have one congratulations to you, but I've decided that tattoos just aren't for me. First off, I'm too much of an artist myself, why would I want someone else's work on my body? Secondly, after a short while I begin to hate artwork and move on to a different style and period so it's logical to think that I would begin to hate whatever I got inked on myself. Plus, who's to say later on in life I was just like, "why the hell did I do this to myself?" I prefer hello kitty temp tattoos thank you very much.
Tomorrow night I have to work the Down to Earth Apporach show at Backbooth, expect tons of polaroids since I have a scanner.
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[Fri, Aug 10, 07 / 12:14pm] |
Thrice is now signed to Vagrant Records.
Vagrant > Island.
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[Tue, Jul 24, 07 / 12:56pm] |
Bands you should check out when you drag your ass to Warped this summer:
Family Force 5
Bless The Fall
Evaline
The Chariot
It Dies Today
Norma Jean
Anberlin
Mayday Parade
Family Force 5 is amazing crunk music.
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| we're warped. |
[Fri, Jul 13, 07 / 5:29pm] |
Next week I'll be working Warped Tour in Jacksonville, Orlando, and St. Pete for Vagrant Records so please stop by the tent and buy some cds :D
Emanuel/BNO/Alexisonfire show is 7/18 in Orlando, be there.
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| mute chaos. |
[Sat, Jul 07, 07 / 11:54pm] |
Almost a new level of desperation (It would be if you weren't already so desperate). You'll view them with eyes that aren't even your own. Come down to our level and enjoy our customs, our rituals. I never expected it to be this complicated. Perfection is rarely achieved and never sustained. For perfection can only be a moment, or else it isn't perfect. That's the downfall of it all, I guess, and once you find it, you'll spend the rest of your life looking for it, and it will always be behind you. God, I'd like to create a visual. I'd love to create a novel. I'd love to create a religion. I don't want to be forgotten, and I don't want to be looked down upon, and I want to be respected and admired and revered. I wish someone would want to change their self to be more like me. I wish the tables were turned. I wish I really was smart. I can't accomplish anything. I feel like a failure. I am a failure. The one thing I want, I fail at, and I wish I could just get over it but I fail at that too. The one defining trait of my personality, or of my entire existence, was my rational and cool way of thinking, and that's been disrupted thanks to who I really am. Ignorance, perfection, only lasts a moment. I still can't deal with the truth, but it has become more pronounced. I really am alone in this, and truthfully, nothing can really make that better.
Sometimes I feel I'm being stalked through blogs.
You can't just fall in love with the literary me.
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| hey, thanks. |
[Thu, Jun 28, 07 / 7:49pm] |
What's going on?
I've just come back from the most extreme week ever, too much booze, music, and guitar smashing. Sunday I'm heading up north again to the GA to meet some kids and hear some new music, maybe visit Mono Vs Stereo records, what loves. I've been living off coffee and Boys Night Out's newest CD which is like....the most amazing thing ever. kudos for getting a copy 4 weeks early to release.
Warped Tour is officially blows without Rancid, NOFX, Anti-Flag, and the Casualties. They made it what is should have been, and what's in the Hall of Fame. Steven from FUSE, I swear to god I almost kicked his ass.
Driving down deserted high ways you begin to realize a few things:
the kid sitting in the passenger seat is one true fucking friend and musician.
you can't always miss hitting the animals and critters that cross the road at night. they die.
the west coast really is the best coast.
I'm currently living in a 5 bedroom, 4 bath house with pool so if ever need a place to stay while near by, call.
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| well now. |
[Sun, Jun 17, 07 / 1:38pm] |
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I've been sort of un-impressed by lots of things and people lately. I like it when people talk to me completely trashed. It might be an interesting career move from a photographer to a bartender.
Honestly, I don't know if I just screwed up my college plans by completely spacing my advisement meeting. I think I like to take the more difficult path. Some of the music I've heard lately has almost made me laugh. I'm looking for originality lately, buddy, and passion, not a fucking sure fire way to get laid. I'm sick of love song after love song playing on this radio. There's more to life than intimate love. I don't know why I've been so immune to that feeling.
It's easy to love how I do, just, see what's good in people, and see that they're doing their absolute best. But, see, when you're fucking lying about everything to make yourself look better and hide your faults, you're not doing what's best for yourself. I know you know better, so stop. And you're forcing me into the defensive. When you're using my misfortune to make your world a better place, you're contributing to this society of stale hate and fluorescent light. I can see it but not everyone can. I mean, do you want to be loved through electric impulses, or through a real, burning fire? I don't know. I wouldn't mind if I'm not loved at all, as long as I'm not being held down by someone like you. Go back to the mic and go back to signing whatever you fucking call it.
And, on a side-note, I'm getting rather sick of the government, too.
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| trubulance. |
[Sat, Jun 16, 07 / 1:40pm] |
I just want to get out of here. I just want to focus. I just want to live life, for god's sake, just give me a chance. I want to be a motherfucking genius and I'm holding myself back, but life's throwing me shit that I don't feel like dealing with right now right at me, and I'd rather motherfucking ignore it. I want some emotion. I want some drive. I want to fucking run around in circles. I want to fucking get trashed. This lack of a weekend has left me with a lack of a life. I WANT LOOOOOVVVEEE. I want to not remember what I did last night. I want to black out and wake up the next morning without being worried. God dammit, god dammit, god dammit. I need something to keep me moving. I need a little pick-me-up to get me through the motherfucking day! I can't concentrate. I want sleep. I want someone. BOY: I want you now. I feel like exploding, but you have to keep quiet. You have to keep confined. There's the trigger: I want something to make me happy. I've got no goals. I've got nothing to accomplish, so my happiness never comes from within. Why don't I make goals for myself? And I'm talking real goals. I want a dream. You know, out with one thing, in with another. Complications. I need a streamline demographic. Just look around. There has to be something. Don't fool yourself with too good to be true. Okay, it is. Nevermind. It's too good to be true, and it's not going to happen. Don't even kid yourself. Why are you so cold? You're completely destined to be by yourself. Isn't there some song that's supposed to relate to you right now? Where are you authors now? Where are your philosophers now? I don't want any drawbacks. I'm such an idiot. You want perfection, Lux. There's no such thing. Give yourself a chance, at least.
REMEMBER WHAT'S GOING ON NOW! GET TO WORK.
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| a public hateyou |
[Fri, Jun 15, 07 / 11:45am] |
I hate dumb motherfuckers with no sense of communication.
Knowledge and manipulation of grammar is key. It's possible to be ambiguous without speaking in tongues. Make your own metaphors, don't fucking string together words without understanding or without following the definition just because they've got assonance.
This is an example of kindergarden creativity or, in other words, a mess.
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[Sat, Jun 09, 07 / 1:13pm] |
In light of current events I don't see what is suppose to be so special about losing your virginity. I mean, you haven't ever had sex one day...then the next day you have. With that knowledge, you're left with your multiple choice:
1. What have you gained from this sexual intercourse?
A. AIDS/HIV
B. Other STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease)
C. Pregnancy
D. All of the Above
E. Nothing...in fact, you've lost something!
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[Wed, Jun 06, 07 / 10:08am] |
I have the feeling that if a zombie apocalypse was about to happen, I think I'd be pretty well off compared to most people. Let's make a list of things that people should know if this would happen.
zombie survival:
survival knowledge - check
knowledge of a gun - check
knowledge of swords/knifes - check
knowledge of explosives from house hold materials - check
As I said, I'd pretty much kick ass.
In other news anyone in the Orlando area around the 18th and you're fans of Emanuel, Alexisonfire, and/or Funeral For A Friend....well lets just say keep your ear to the ground about a show. Warped Tour is coming to Florida soon guys, I do hope you're ready for it almost 15 hours of scene kids since it's not about DIY punk anymore...ah how I miss NOFX already.
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