our lips turn off and on, they do

it's something like life has become a mess lately. sure, along those lines. this isn't a new advancement since my weekend jaunt to nyc, at least that's what i'm told. shit's been swirling around itself and others and me for some time now. this is the bad energy where i have a glass-breaking marathon [accidental]. but my mind is calm, pulseless. when you don't know what you want, there's little to think about. and when it ultimately doesn't even matter what you want, it's paralyzing. so fuck it, just live days and nights with only-mumbling, flatlined thoughts alternating between drinking alone at home with a head full of loss and then going and messing the mess-up up even further with a head full of artificial strength [jesus that was a terrible construction]. i picture it like a 3-year-old's finger-painting painting with those difficult primary colors that tendentiously always mix to brown, but you keep adding another hand to the roster of "artists." another hand, another five fingers swirling the shit around.

MENEGUAR [myspace] from brooklyn, ny was played nonstop this weekend intentionously for my favor, and invariably my favor eventually surfaced, and now i like meneguar. at least for me, if i hear something enough and it's not flat-out horrific, i will probably end up liking it. not that meneguar is bordering on flat-out horrific, because they're not. at all! anyway, meneguar's a band like most of us, having trouble recovering from some part of the 90s. but instead of stuffing that "problem" [but it's not a problem] in the corner or down their girlfriends' shirts, they embrace it. so it's not a problem anymore, it's a logical progression with resultant great tunes, catchiness, &tc.

meneguar
house of cats
i was born at night
2005 © magic bullet


wow WHOA. apologies for writing like absolute shit today. guess taking 5 out of 7 days off isn't a good idea. wow, that was horrible. you don't even know how long it took.