this is a not interesting picture post with not interesting pictures and not interesting words.

sissy cakes space kitty con queso spaghetti pants brown toes scuffy face:


built a shelf today:


cleaned the control room finally and set my gear back up:


went to see grace potter and the nocturnals:


i watch documentaries on bands whos final shows were in front of 15 people.

i still need something new to read. maybe I will hit north country books tomorrow. I can take a picture of myself book shopping and post it in my blog. it will be exciting for other people to see my technique. usually i just pull the tiny step stool up to the poetry section and sit there looking for books with no words on the spine. they will probably be 15 pages and cost $25.00. those are my favorites. I am most likely to buy a book if it: 1. has an inscription 2. has no writing on the spine. 3. has an interesting title and is by an author I dont know. 4. is by an author I do know and is an old edition. 5. is by an author I do know and has a good cover. 6. sounds interesting and is well written. 7. is poorly written in a good way and has an interesting story. 8. is hand written 9. is written by someone I know somehow 10. is a chapbook.

made this for breakfast with farm fresh eggs. I ate it while watching a lumberjack competition. it was very satisfying.

then I went to the box, finished the wall and set up some gear in the live room:

front wall:

back wall:


after went to tays birthday party.

ted and tay


snow on a stick:


a million feet of snow
isnt enough to reach the moon.
i know.
i had my people do the math.
but it is higher than the cloud cover.
which really makes it impossible.
unless there are space clouds
with space snow
that will fall on our regular earth snow.
and then moon snow that falls up on space snow
and down on the moon at the same time
until they connect.

i havent picture posted in a while... and the one I've got is pretty underwhelming.

jazzguys at parima a few weeks ago


wall progress day 1.


wall progress day 2.


why are there so many studs you ask? this is why:


nite.

made a winter mix:

1. Is There a Ghost / Band Of Horses
2. Woodland Hunter (Part I) / The Appleseed Cast
3. Walk On The Moon / Asobi Seksu
4. Hydroplane / The Stratford 4
5. Pulling Our Weight / The Radio Dept.
6. In The Wilderness / Mercury Rev
7. Seasons / Neil Halstead
8. Got My Sunshine / Mojave 3
9. The Longest Winter / Julie Doiron
10. Hope For Winter / Club 8
11. Winter / James Iha
12. Staralfur / Sigur Ros
13. The Season is Ours / Flying Saucer Attack
14. True Love Will Find You In The End / Sonic Boom
15. Frozen Gtr / Thurston Moore
16. Pale Blue Eyes / The Velvet Underground

let me know if you want a copy / send me your address.

nite in.

1. Driving in Snow
2. New Windshield Wipers
3. Music as a Higher Priority
4. Tools
5. So Used to Lines They Don't Kill Spirits
6. Common Habits
7. Distances are Smaller When Roads Lead to Future and Comfort
8. Popularize Fainting, Sleeping and Looking at Stars
9. When I Lived Alone, Is There a Ghost in My House?
10.

this song is why they make things that move fast
this song is why there are headphones
this song is why we are friends

mice running on light carpet
at nite
just the movement
the dead blanket
killing homeless
papers not enough
pine trees bending
with old man cracked
bones and silence
expensive silence

yesterday was the anniversary of my dads death. its been 6 years now. this is my entry from the nite it happened.

http://mosrite.livejournal.com/2001/12/02/

i dont feel like reading it. I'm not sure I remember exactly what I wrote but I remember how i felt when it happened and thats enough. I still feel his absence daily... especially this time of year.

*sigh*

had a busy weekend. helped jay build some desks from scratch which came out great. ripped some cds. finished some other stuff i have been working on forever. did laundry. re-routed the network wiring at the studio so I can build the wall. the show friday at red square was fun. went to brookes birthday party for a few. i swear i did something else. i listened to a lot of records thats for sure.

come listen to records at my house sometime. we will have hot chocolate and pop corn.

if we actually get this storm i will give you one dollar.

smile.

i miss things because i wear headphones all the time
like the way the yellow covers on the telephone pole
guide wires, (meant to keep kids from skinning their foreheads?)
whistle in the wind.

someone drew a giant penis
in the snow on a driveway
which turned it into
a giant vagina.

but there were no footprints around it.
how is that possible?

I am bad at putting actual sentences together in a way thats not... ummmm formulaic? or systematic? or sterile? I have failed at writing a few novels. ended up with hundreds of pages of words describing an ok story in a shitty way. i have been working on a short story as an exercise in finding a voice thats worth reading. The idea came out of a conversation with a friend. i finally figured out where this story should go. I pretty much need to re write the whole thing since this is a first written rough draft but i am pretty happy with the general direction and feel so far. here is the beginning:

--

The field we sat in to enjoy our green tea, which was served in rather small porcelain tea cups, is attached to the back gardens and lawns of two houses. Ours and our neighbors. The far garden walls provide a near complete barrier between the houses and long grass field. The only breaks in the barriers are the one leading in to our garden and one leading to our neighbors. The sun has just set and the tea is still steaming. The old yellowed tea set nearly glows white in contrast to the black curved wrought iron table. Its legs so intertwined and twisted that in the dim light it seems it has grown from the earth and is relative to the grass it sits in.

The moon, a few days shy of full, holds its place low in the sky just above the grey tree tops swaying and clacking leavelessly in the inaudible breeze. The field, shaped in a horse shoe, holds its ground sturdily and unfenced against the tall trees.

The forest is home to the most typical yet faceless and abundant wildlife. The owls sit in the trees at nite turning their heads in what seems to be a complete circle. If one spots the owl in prey, watching for faceless moles and mice, one would not be able to tell the front of the owls head from the back, not able to tell which direction the owl may fly to grab which faceless mole or mouse with pinpoint accuracy in its lethal talons, for the face of the owl, like the faces of all the animals are not actually faces. They are fur. Or soft down like feathers, nose skin with no holes, ears shaped as ears yet smoothed over in a perfect arc where sound should enter reflecting the waves to ineffective uselessness. Eyes just concave enough to cast shadows negating any light that might have proved effective if there was anything there to process it.

There we sat, staring into the evening, me in the wrought iron chair and **** in the grass braiding the hair of her porcelain headed faceless doll. The doll is clothed nearly the same as ****, in a plain grey dress and laced bodice stiffened with whale bone. Her hands working carefully and slowly with the three divisions of real human doll hair, one in the left hand, two in the right, replacing the middle row with the left then the new middle with the right, switching hands holding multiple rows of hair over and over as the braid slowly grew.

--


also?

these tired typed words
out of eyes, really,
not mouths or fingers
eyes really
just eyes

one concentration.

you cant help who you like.

you can help how you react.

reactions are who you are to other people.

dignity is respected.

respect will not get you laid

if thats what you are looking for.

neither will mass quantities

of pumpkin spice granola.

trust me i know.

it snowed tonite.
girls who talk with skipping
notes like their words have melodies
others dont. (they do btw) (proof)

was out reading some stuff
and when i came home
on the sidewalk from the lot
to the door
there were bare foot prints in
the snow at regular distance
like someone walked to their car,
started it and walked back.

someone randomly told me the joke that goes to the punch line colin told me over a year ago now. As she was telling me the joke i saw the punchline coming and got kind of excited. "There's no plate like chrome for the Hollandaise"

how is that not a good punch line it has chrome (best metal coating ever)! and hollandaise (best breakfast coating ever)!

pffffft

there was something better in my head. i swear. they havent been translating lately. obv.

apologies.

bringing people together...


some songs are more like home
they have older
wooden tones
and imagery thats
slowed down.
things creep
when they are cold or
comfortable.

i wanted to read a book written by a poet but i watched some movie instead. and then elf.

doubt. just keep moving.

i want to sing with zooey deschanel. can you make that happen? if so gchat me.

i have a metaphorical understanding that abstract life math is a machine that generates 0. the function is not injective.


Main Entry: life
Part of Speech: noun 1
Definition: animation

Main Entry: life
Part of Speech: noun 2
Definition: duration

Main Entry: life
Part of Speech: noun 3
Definition: being

Main Entry: life
Part of Speech: noun 4
Definition: biography

Main Entry: life
Part of Speech: noun 5
Definition: experiences


*sigh*

we havent got any wood left
so the fire will have to die down
it will still last an hour or more
it will pass good cooking stage on the way
so we can finally use those hot dogs
and maybe even pop some pop corn
in a pot with some butter.
it will sound like a maraca on its side.
shake it before it pops.

pop pop pop steam leaking through
the space between the lid and the pot
mixing with the smoke being sucked
through the flue out the chimney
gathering with smoke from neighboring
houses and pop corn pots in the valley
making curls and sweeps breaking
the temperature difference space
that separates and creates a blanket
mixed with clouds to keep
the ground from freezing
just a little longer.

we have problems with repetition
maybe its stability
or complacency
maybe its boredom

what do we have problems with again?

not profanity. we do not have a problem with profanity.
thankfully.

nite fucker.

it used to be
when i was a kid
i would wait up all nite waiting for the first snow.
anticipation killed me.
i had many sleepless nites because
weather people spread mis-information.

now I sit on my bed in the dark with the shade open listening to julie doiron, working on some book and will probably fall asleep way before it doesnt start and wake up after it would have melted if it fell.

i realized that editing for me mostly means removing 30% of the words i type. who would have thought that i use too many words? i was keeping a separate file where i pasted all the words i cut. i thought it might be interesting to see which words I wasted most. there was no interesting pattern. turns out putting all the words i dont need in the same file is pretty boring. i should have guessed that.

and then i try
to get lost in these headphones
because its cold
but they are too shitty to hear textures.
they miss the nuances of your voice i remember
hearing that kept me warm last time.

the space in there is just as cold.
it has larger reverbs
there were stones under the drums
the far wall was brick
and the floors were wood.

i can tell you used lonely microphones.

the other nite

i was thinking if you couldnt
cross fingers and had
no wishes nothing good would happen
to anyone

i was thinking when you hear
sounds and see faces they
get filed neatly on shelves
easily accessible and retrievable
according to some proprietary
system no one could hope to learn
but makes perfect sense

i was thinking if you had a banjo
you could make music that would kill birds and
knock down trees.

i dont know how it got to be 11:30 already. went grocery shopping, walked to the studio cleaned w/max getting ready for sound killing wall building 2007. Plus my gear is set up better now. Also bounced some new mfdoj songs for colin and burned a cd. then walked home.

crazy activities
as traveling
in depending directions
losing steam with caring
and sympathy
motivation with age
pfffft ( i cant figure out how to type a farting noise )

we created melodies
and waves with our arms
and fingers.
independent of each other.
and we are proud of the way they fit together.

it rained on my head tonite.
its really fall
i hope the snow actually comes.

spent all nite catching up
on breath while i slept.
lost it earlier
during outlawed activities...

pay for everything.

i dont know what any of this means.
i cant believe its 11:30.

call me.

Ok, some pics. saw thursday, circle takes the square and portugal, the man in chicago with ipw and rmv.


thursday!

went to the top of the sears tower and took a architectural boat tour of chicago with tkbs

chicago from the sears tower

saw this photo at the fountainhead building across from the gallery where we stayed.

for mary

flew back home on sat. hoped in the car sunday morning and rode to north hampton with dave, holly and dana smitten to play the pop fest.


list of bands on the nite we played

got to see some friends, william and christine, the besties and zimmy. plus meet some new people from other places.

rikky and kelly bestie

you cant take a bad picture of rikky no matter what he does. I tried.



for tkbs


Got home at 4:30 am. got to work at 8:30 am.

it was a fun trip.

I took a ton more pictures... but you know.. this isnt a photo album. is it? I also did more stuff right?

I am one of the people that thinks isaacs opening was a success.

--
promise to update with a more wordy yet less interesting to you post soon.
i think i need cold wet feet, wind and a snow storm. she needs to smile forever.

hi.

way into chicago.


navy pier.


where watermelons stay in chicago.


SOOooiee!


where to put it.


please come + forward this flyer to your friends.


walked for a million miles. hung out with rachel. saw a movie. prep.

bye.

1 is pee. 2 is poo. 3 is jumping rope.


some club named soho?


in rochester. heading to chicago today. another 9 ish hours or something.

who knows?

hope to see you there.

1. affection to spare and dispose of
2. no statements about america
3. scheduled patheticism
4. misanthrope / metrophobia
5. misoscopist / monophobia
6. i cant remember anything i forgot to do.
7. tired of going out / i dont believe in you
8. "to get the wins we've gotten?" you mean "to get the wins we have?"
9. its not words. i have enough of those, thanks.
10.

had dinner at souzas for isaacs going away with a bunch of people. it was good... except they spilled wine all over me and my jacket.. (and Colins as well) which i have to get dry cleaned.. and the only thing they could offer me is a free drink... which obviously does me no good. grrr. i dislike the smell of alcohol. i couldnt even not tip because it was included. sometimes I wish it was still prohibition. is that drastic? ok, I take it back I dont wish that. im not complaining anymore. although I think it would be a little more fun if this was a dry country. at least for me. shhht. dont judge me.

we have a pool going for when isaac leaves chicago. closest date wins.

Stasia - March 6th
Colin (Soe's Colin) - Jan 7th
Jay - Feb 12th
Soe - June 3rd
TKS - March 18th
Carrie - March 5th
Me - Feb 23rd
AB - Feb 29th
V - May 17, 2009

want in? paypal $5.00 to steve@northofjanuary.com and include the date you want to buy. i will update the list.

so i guess tomorrow I will pack and do my laundry and clean my room after work. leaving for chicago with isaac thursday. staying until the 10th, driving to north hampton. playing the popfest on the 11th then driving home. not sure about internet connections.

been in a shitty mood lately and cant shake it. I need to get rid of that and figure out how to write again. maybe this trip will help.

i need to go to bed.

you have fire in your hair
you know what agent orange says:

now see the sun coming out
from behind the darkest clouds
say goodbye to the storm
as it moves across the sky
see the fire burning brighter
than it ever has before
move in close touch the flame
burn like fire in the rain

watch out. next time it rains.


PS. I was listening to grindcore today and thought of you.
PPS. as a reduction excersize :: make every group of things into one word. (i suppose that makes for less interesting reading. but whatever.)



groceries

i dont know why I got up at 9 am. it doesnt make much sense considering how late i was up last nite. so might as well do a picture post / clean out the camera.


bd, dz, and hc at the op


zombie walk


me in my halloween costume as the box ghost.

have a good sunday.

::

people dont care
too much about
intent,
motivation
or
dedication.

(why should they?)

she likes new american folk
and slow moving pictures
it drives me crazy.

::

i need to take a brake
i have no more creativity in my head
need to refresh.
need clear brain
so much to do...
tired

who wants to see the darjeeling limited with me tomorrow?
seriously.
txt msg me

i cant sing but i know what makes sound

the moon had a halo tonite
except the halo was really under the moon
so it was more like the moon
was shooting sun rays
down on the cloud
like a frat boy taking a
beer piss on a glass coffee table.

it was cold enough to see my breath on the way home
there was condensation in my wiry beard

i cant walk any faster / slower than
the tempo of my music or I will trip



i want to play guitar not make out

fucker

i am tired of reading
i am out of water
i am hot

my eyes are burning
interpol is quiet
when I am 40 and my beard is gray I wont play acoustic guitar and sing in front of people.

hot dogs.

my brain is a mess of huss n fuss.

constants:
this thing
other things

details. bah.

breakfast
worked on record
french fry eating contest

ipw v. ab. winner = ab. total consumed: 8 large and 1 small.
walk downtown - no success in finding dinner buddy -
walked home
made dinner
worked on book

all the windows are open
its windy
i like wool blankets.

1. got up
2. worked
3. ate dinner
4. cut my hair
5. worked on the book
6. watched a movie
7. walked in the rain (splashed once)
8. recorded
9. walked in the rain (not splashed)
10. updating
11. you are 11 tonite. I had too much to do. or nothing to do.

brain empty
etc.

little.

recorded all nite.
brain empty
call me.
bye.

oh i have a song for your comp. do you own a record label and need a song for your comp? let me know you can have it.

this afternoon,
since i have to record 3-4 more mfdoj songs because the EP is now to be a record
and i am working on the magogs record
and the draws record
and have to finish the new book by middle of next month
i decided I needed a new desk for my drum machine
which is a computer running through a mixer through outboard effects
so i designed one, and built it after work
total build time - 3.5 hours.
its not finished because i didnt have the materials to build all the racks and the drawers but I got it as far as I wanted to and it will be totally functional until I can finish it after the new year.

i am tired.
and I have to get a lot of things out of my head on to paper / into pro-tools

see you in 2008.

I spend too much time by myself wandering around.
death is really getting to me.
i'm tired of being in my own head
want to lend me yours for a day?

these are pictures i took today:

eat pussy jack off!!!!!!!!

enemy panic sinner

revolt

gowhileucan

horny nudist more paths north

dear john, whats a girl gotta do? -caity

dear danielle, i love you so much i will write your name on a rock in the middle of no where in 2 colors of spray paint while drinking budweiser and if you ever come out here and find it you will totally love me more.

i am the happiest rock you will ever meet.

matt reads playgirl, what a fagit

this experiment is on a slab of concreate

yes, you cant tell? fuck, i really am bad at this.

no war

sunset on my way home from the longest walk ever... with that cruise boat

colin clary

colin and i played at red square for the burlington craft mafias traveling trunk show.

then hung out a bunch of places, grabbed food at nectars then went to see anders parker:


he was awesome.

*poke*
sweet
thanks

1. the economy of, and based around, the poor, hungry, and unemployed.
2. i saw a guy try to light his zippo 6 times by snapping his fingers. then he flicked it closed with his wrist.
3. mission: pie = success.
4. split and shop. men in one store women in another.
5. kicking apples down the sidewalk.
6 - 10. you can have them all tonite. you deserve them.

a few things:

the young procreators
are not keeping up with
the old. not even close.
no balance.

heaven and hell are:
memories and
influence from interaction

that is my bible.

i've been thinking
(stupid brain)
and all this
(feeling of shit)
is the result of
absence of memory and influence
not only personal
but proof of
community.

its unsettling.

also:

things that are not appropriate.

really this has been a 6ish year log of
things that are missing
there is a lot that is here.

i have a lot of weird little relationships with people.
my friends have always known me better than my family.


do you have a tornado in pocket?
if you do its awful selfish
of you not to share.
it with me.

dangling out yr window
see me walk by
what does this mean
wireless internet
porches doors and stairs
wood floors

i am not sleeping
ever

white lines.

saw marie claire play tonite.

went to tiny thai, saw lets whisper and snmnm. good show.

I dont like you,
but I want you to keep trying anyway,
why do you keep trying?
i told you nothing would work out,
I love you!

i think i might disappear
for a while
you know
because
of waning interest.

i listened to some hardcore kids
at the grocery store
they said the same things
hardcore kids always
say and bought milk.

dark and streetlights
blurring my brain vision tonite
trying to recall things about
breath, bows, blues
and bones
under blankets

really i enjoy the opportunity to think
--- see i have this space reserved
--- and i like it to be full
--- thanks for that (whether you know it or not)

watched a documentary on townes van zandt. watched the sox game. worked on the book. think i finally finished the mix on the last song for the ep. depends on what the label guy says though.

my head is tired.

"i figure it was heaven purgatory hell then the blues"

-townes

did some stuff and some things, worked on some stuff sameold sameold


V + ME


mmmmm sounds delish.

didnt go to applefest because of the THUNDERSTORMS

maybe i will go tomorrow.

nite.

went to dinner for hollys birthday at flatbread, got an apple cider, ran into some people on church street, watched barbacoa for a while, ran into some more people on church street, went to see the jazz guys and lendway, saw some more people.

i have been trying to work on my memory lately by forcing my self to remember things. i have the worst memory ever and usually most stuff i try to remember isnt important so i just let it pass.

things i was trying to remember:

one thing had something to do with: "going home with a guy in a band isn't a feat. he's probably the easiest, biggest dirt bag in the place"

the other one had to do with a girl at borders in the sci-fi section talking with three guys about a role playing game. in it her character was a hermaphroditic half elf ranger. she was very serious about this.

the last had to do with cracking backs.

i think those were all the things I had to remember. good job steve, thanks.

good nite.

recorded

a girl with a face like prison bread

1. since everything is connected...
2. we might as well stand next to each other
3. nothing is stopping your freedom
4. IM common communication
5. why is 'easy' so hard to understand?
6. goofing off
7. FUCKING FALL WHAT THE FUCK SRSLY!
8. sleeping on couches
9. helpful statements
10.

5/23/07 9:33 pm

practiced
cleaned
wrote a letter to unicel telling them I wasnt happy with them selling to verizon because verizon is the devil. (got a response)
wrote a letter to vpr thanking them for the format change during the day. (no response)
helped jessie move some boxes

i need to figure out how to not like sugar.

i keep writing these long detailed posts in my head during the day and by the time i sit down to write them they are gone.

hmmm.... i guess that leaves us with nothing.

had a great day. breakfast at the dutch mill. with morgan nikki jay and colin lots of hot 4 player wii action with the above mentioned plus ipw and tkbs.

then went to plattsburgh to play at koffee kat with justin:


colin and a magog (us):


jay getting some sweet action from colin on the ferry on the way home:


decent!
the helpful
curves of mountains
in the fall
closer
than normal
colors of
snow hugging
white tight
to regular
days in sun
moving like
normal
like normal
all normal like
winterbourne
and summary
of samuel

the leaves
have fallen
enough so
the right
angle gives
views of
atmospheric
pressure (raising)
moving up
deer.