they're running in the street amoungst us all.......

oh my oh my! my friends, well...let me say that again, hey friends that make up less fingers than I have on my hand...................i've come across the great glorious glittery goldmine of godspeed! live shows and living albums from all those cookey side projects they come up with. So if anyone ever gets into bands like hrsta, a silver mt. zion, domakesaythink or even fly pan am i've got you covered. There are so many others but I just don't have the time, or better yet, the capacity to listen to better music than this just yet.

I've always wanted to see Godspeed live, but I feel like I've missed the chance for now. Maybe when they re-unite I'll be at the age of 40, proclaiming I listened to these guys way back in the day on vinyl before they sold out to the man. But for now, these bootlegged concertos will do just fine. they always speed up the song too, which makes it sound even more cataclysmic.

In other news, I've come across a mandolin at Elderly Guitars that I really want to take care of in the future. It comes with a case and a sunburst finish, but looks like a really old man. This kids gonna be traveling soon, and what better way to pass the time while waiting for the Eurail, than by playing a mandolin in some foreign countries. That's right, officially sealed in a red waxed stamped envelope, I'm moving to Berlin for a year and a half. That's one hell of a paper chain if you will.

But enough of that, so let's move on. My mother gave me three 2.25 oz Heinz Tomato Ketchup glass bottles this past weekend, and they are adorable. I never say adorable but I don't know how to describe a Heinz bottle that is about 4 times smaller than it should be. I think they will be perfect for medium.

hmmm.......let's see let's see. I threw some sugar in my pasta sauce tonight and it turned out pretty damn impressive. oh yes, and I must do a better job within my daily prayers.
It seems like good things are happening in the art world, I don't really know what's happening out there but I always like to think that someones making art that will open my eyes as wide as a Schiele portrait or watercolor. My Schiele days are over though, it's sad, sad mafioso in godspeed terms, but true. He'll now be one of those artists I always have books of on my shelf, but talk about in nostalgic sentences like we once were best friends or traveling buddies. Seeing most of his major work in Vienna could be considered the closing chapter in our legendary relationship.