Worried Shoes
July 7th, 2010
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I took my lucky break and I broke it in two
Put on my worried shoes
My worried shoes
And my shoes took me so many miles and they never wore out
My worried shoes
My worried shoes
My worried shoes
I made a mistake and I never forgot
I tied knots in the laces of
My worried shoes
And with every step that I’d take I’d remember my mistake
As I marched further and further away
In my worried shoes
My worried shoes
And my shoes took me down a crooked path
Away from all welcome mats
My worried shoes
And then one day I looked around and I found the sun shining down
And I took off my worried shoes
And the feet broke free
I didn’t need to wear
Then I knew the difference between worrying and caring
‘Cause I’ve got a lot of walking to do
And I don’t want to wear
My worried shoes
New Old Sounding Song
May 24th, 2010
My friend, Dennis, clued me in to this band over the weekend. I guess they’re from California, and they sound like older Southern Easy-Rock (see also, Midlake – The Trials of Van Occupanther). I’ve wanted to find a reason not to like them, because they definitely aren’t new music. They have a fair amount of cheesy and predictable lyrics, but the music is just so catchy and it feels right listening to them. Chalk this stamp of approval up to some weird affinity towards twangy guitars and straight up lyrics.
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Dawes / When You Call My Name
And then I found out today that my friends, The Brothers Nee, are friends with these fellows and happened to direct this music video for them. Of course, all this makes me just a couple of degrees away from cool.
Quenched
May 17th, 2010
Found myself in the Pisgah National Forest on Saturday. Found out it’s not very possible to get to a waterfall when a creek crossing is required and the recent rain has the water rushing by high and strong. Still, the saturated greens and the sound of the water was like strong medication.
Late In Life
May 15th, 2010
The Avett Brothers~Late In Life from LaundroMatinee on Vimeo.
Even if their latest album was a bust, the Avett Brothers still write some good stuff.
And I Quote…
May 14th, 2010
Rehab
May 13th, 2010
I quit facebook.
Utopia
May 10th, 2010
This is a call to arms for Austin, Justin, Polly, Aaron, Beth, Jess, Amy, Josh, and a cute, brown haired, green eyed girl.
Poetry Post
May 9th, 2010
Sentimental Education
by Tony Hoagland
And when we were eight, or nine,
our father took us back into the Alabama woods,
found a rotten log, and with his hunting knife
pried off a slab of bark
to show the hundred kinds of bugs and grubs
that we would have to eat in a time of war.
“The ones who will survive,” he told us,
looking at us hard,
“are the ones who are willing to do anything.”
Then he popped one of those pale slugs
into his mouth and started chewing.
And that was Lesson Number 4
in The Green Beret Book of Childrearing.
I looked at my pale, scrawny, knock-kneed, bug-eyed brother,
who was identical to me,
and saw that, in a world that ate the weak,
we didn’t have a prayer,
and next thing I remember, I’m working for a living
at a boring job
that I’m afraid of losing,
with a wife whose lack of love for me
is like a lack of oxygen,
and this dead thing in my chest
that used to be my heart.
Oh, if he were alive, I would tell him, “Dad,
you were right! I ate a lot of stuff
far worse than bugs.”
And I was eaten, I was eaten,
I was picked up
and chewed
and swallowed
down into the belly of the world.
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Inspiration Hack & Blatant Ripoff
May 8th, 2010
Earlier this year, the internet smiled on me and directed me to the typographer/illustrator/genius, Jessica Hische. She is the exact mix of classical-retro-modern-less-is-more design that I wish I could have invented.
As any decent designer would do, I decided to blatantly copy/rip off her style. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, right? I was noticing the word “yeah” could be easily and simply made into an ambigram and thought the thin stroke style would make for a quick, good side project to distract myself from signage design. I am fascinated by ambigrams, but lack the skills to turn words or phrases into such. So, I’ll consider this a tiny victory.
My sincere thanks for inspiration and apologies for infringement to Ms. Hische.
What Dreams Are Made Of
May 7th, 2010
Red Robin Italian Burger
A beef patty topped with tomato, peperoncinis, italian mayo, pepperoni and a layer of fried mozzarella sticks.
I want to talk and dream about this burger all night. Why have I never thought to put mozzarella sticks on a burger before? Some genius deserves a raise and a week off with pay.
How happy I will be, if when I close my eyes in death, they open again and I am surrounded by passed-on loved ones and a room full of these glorious culinary creations.