Bukowski.

This whole week I've been having a strange craving for some of Charles Bukowski's work. I mean, who else can get away with writing poetry about 'kissing away' in a public park, or his cat's balls?
I mean that's not the reason i like him of course... i just love his imagery of the City of Angels, and just the sporadic nature of his poems. He sounds so pissed off in so many of them.
I think i'll make a trip to the library.

Three Years Ago today

The most influential album in my life came out.

"Stories of the summer keep me alive..."

and it's coming to a close. As the tides pull back and things start showing structure again, I've come aware of how close the rest of my life is; it's pretty much rushing towards me, closing the gap between what i am now and what i hope to be. I need to stand up and look ahead. And know what i need to do to get there prepared.

We start recording in Alton at Winter Sun sometime late september... expect a new song or two in October. This is going to be a good ride...

I'm going to tell you a story of the seasons.

My Day

7:00 AM- Woke up
7:03 AM- Turned on the shower, fell asleep on the bathroom floor
8:14 AM- Woke up to cold shower water, didn't get in, went back to bed
10:00 AM- Woke up for real, went down to the elementary school to help out with a friend's eagle project
10:47 AM- Almost died via impaling, decided to go back home
11:15 AM- Took a real shower
11:50 AM- Left for work
1-3 PM- Taught a guy about the concept of negative numbers for 2 straight hours
4:00 PM- Arrived at the park for a back to school picnic
Now (5:56 PM)- Falling asleep for the night.


Matt better earn his eagle from today.