Wednesday, July 29, 2009

rough francis opening for mos def wednesday 8/5

its been confirmed. should be a fun time.

also, check out their september calendar for a slew of good shows. sondre lerche, yo la tengo, son volt, great lake swimmers and matt and kim.

i'll be playing chicago detroit and cleveland with death and rough francis that month... there is going to me a lot of music in my ears...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

i want to but i want to but i want to but i feel all inside out

killed the day. cannons firing. maple products. lumberjack competitions. clogging. teenage girls with cows. truck pulls. live stock. run away horse. secret swimming hole. tiny animals. rides. berries. food. computer fixing. haircut. recording...

i wish that i spent time
coming up with perfect lines
but more often than not
im washing my hands
or being productive.

lets look
lets look at my hands
n pay attention to how much
they listen to longwave
n ask them why.
in their cryptic communication
they will show you
series of fingers
that will mean nothing more
than nothing.
a willingness to answer
is better than
laying flat on the table
or sitting in a pocket
or hitting a face.

there is no one here who could paint you in a better light so if you have to go no one would blame you.

cities are built on marketing,
board rooms, entertainment, dollars,
designed to sell, to keep you there, so many meetings making everything perfect for the most people possible, wear you down, feed you what it convinces you is necessary to live, cities are built by people for people. convenience. this city has your success. this city will fulfill your dreams. this city is where your lover will be. this city is where good music is. this city is where movies are made. this city is where money is won and lost. this city has the biggest buildings in the world. this city was built from nothing in the desert and now you can get a condo there for 5 million. this city makes a space for you. you can go to this city with nothing and really make something of yourself. this city is opportunity for you.

the country doesn't give a fuck about you. it is what it is. always was and always will be.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

things to do...

lots of stuff lately that have been distracting me from poetry. i've been trying to figure out my goals for the next year and which way to go. is this too much for one year? be honest. maybe 2 years. or 3.

buy land
pick stones from the land and use them to build a tiny foundation
build a tiny house on the tiny foundation
travel to / hike volcanos
tour a geothermal power plant
live a modern life sustainably (garden, water harvest, solar power etc.)
build a prototype of my solar grill design
refinish the floors / walls in the studio
finish mfdoj ep
start mfdoj record
play more shows out of town than in town
write new poetry book
come up with a good idea / outline for novel
write the novel
travel (iceland, uk, scotland, alaska, antartica etc.)
find a girl
be able to bike 40+ miles in a shot without dying
eat a 200 dollar steak
get better at buying clothes
go on as many road trips as possible
learn to weld / metal working
learn cabinetry
read more
ride in a glider over mt. mansfield
hike some new mountains

i think maybe there are other things but i cant come up with them now... if I told you something i was going to do and its not on the list let me know.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

clashing chasing changing minds tell me what you've seen tell me where you've gone tell me where you've been tell me what you saw

i know. people keep yelling at me for not updating my blog.

i bought a bike yesterday afternoon and took it on its first trip today. thanks to a nifty iphone bike computer app. i know i went 10.1 miles. i wasn't sure how much was too much cause i haven't been on a bike in 20 years, and, while i am not completely out of shape i am no where near being in shape. i figured 10 miles was a good place to start. did it in 52 minutes. average speed the first 5.2 miles was 11 mph. avg speed the last 4.9 miles was 12.3mph. i think i could have done better speed wise both ways if it wasn't for the festival downtown slowing me to a stop at points. plus i didnt want to be able to push it in case i got tired and couldnt make it back.

i dont know anything about biking at all. but i hope to be able to bike to the islands and back by the end of summer at a good pace. i dont even know how far that is really or if its reasonable. maybe i will research that goal before i commit to it.

either way. i think this was a good purchase and i seem to enjoy it so far. if you know anything about biking and want to teach me things / go for a ride let me know.

this is not an excersize / bike blog though. so enough of that talk.

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dear mos def,

i know you stated you wanted to do a documentary on death with damon dash. you said it for the whole world to see in the new cover article of filter mag. but you better hurry cause the vt boys are going to steal your thunder.

Detroit's own DEATH -Where Do We Go From Here? Documentary - Summer 2009 Promo from Howlermano on Vimeo.



i think death deserves to have 2 documentaries made about them. the hackneys are good talented people.

i tend to hold people to what they say. especially when they say it in public. so you better not let me down, mos def. i dont want to be disappointed. its pretty clear these vt boys are not going to let me down.

-steven

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been doing a good job at listening to the polyphonic spree and blonde redhead.
its currently my 4th job. right behind: buyer, recording engineer / bass player, and intense distraction propagator.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

It means a lot to find it so easy, and it takes a lot to find yourself way down.

i have a recurring day dream
of a massive band
playing planetary music
on the steps of a hall
renegade style
but perfect in execution
guitars drums percussion
pianos keys strings woods
voices upon voices upon voices
singing and playing
upward intertwined swinging
hand holding notes
about how, even when its time
to leave somebody,
its a beautiful day.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

the chance i was takin' i get anxious around her she put her head on my shoulder i started to hold her

squeeze yourself into a different landscape
exactly

stories develop
details make them complete
more interesting to repeat
what yr doing now
jejune landscapes
thousand words
go

n wherever
there's a pillow under
yr head and a blanket over
yr side
n some water
n a book

the things i miss or the touch of your hand will make me understand the things i miss

ill not
remember
or i will
exerted freedom
on the days of rain
the clouds
keep everyone from
seeing it but
its still the sun
and it shines
n warms
pictures
sing
mbv

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

about face makes me wonder and in this case there is no thunder a bit of grace in our plunder

breathing
throwing punches and running
treble and high n treble n high
i dont know what it means
to run away
breathing breathing
for reps
but its gone
hard n for keeps

n water lapping
the recessing wandering waters
through the town streets n windows n doors
a tsunami rushed n rised
the stories ah the stooooreeeeees
of how everything happened and went down
n such details growing likes some new poplar trees
with the info traveling by specific name
of townspeople all related somehow
even if by childrens play partners
n how it goes how it travels how the things run through the stuff
the specifics importants escape the
whispers n the tales try and end
with shhhhhh silent verdicts
n the minds of the involved
n the hands of the teller
at the feet of the bruised
because the no choices
is no choices
n questions are not answered
when questions is 'where did this water go?'
answered with 'oh shit, there it is'
n leaves piles of destruction
n it runs away
back to the ocean
stacks of debreeeeee from d neighbors yrd
and holes with room for the cold cold air
to surround the cold cold
careful and quiet
black pictured
dark lit
room shivers
shhhhh