June 2009
162 posts
May 2009
98 posts
I wish it were the nineties.
I could just wear plain clothes and smoke cigarettes everywhere inside. Less to worry about. Better economy. I have this idea in my head of the nineties being this beautiful thing for people in their twenties. People like me. Musicians, writers, photographers, computer geeks — anyone out of the mainstream. I get this feeling that creativity was blooming way more than it is now. This is just...
impending death
I haven’t really written a lot lately in here. This happens a lot when I am actually running around doing things. I want to say that I am going to take better care of myself, but I don’t know if I have the willpower to actually follow through. I certainly want to. I want to stop smoking, drink less, exercise, and eat better. I really do. I just don’t know if I can. I don’t...
so much wine
so you used to hang like a pall of some anxious heavy feeling a grapevine whose final wine left sour aftertastes post-intoxication, and your hangovers were the greatest, but I’m tired of feeling ill.
and now you still do linger, yeah, I think I smell your hair here and there and remember when I stared into those admiring eyes, and your hangover I’m not totally over, but I can only...
I find that cynicism consistently gets a bad rap.
magnoliasurgeon:
Not, mind you, what people refer to as cynicism these days, but rather what cynicism once was. In fact, my aspirations coincide with those of the cynic. There was a Greek by the name of Diogenes, a contemporary of Alexander the Great and a bit younger than Aristotle, who appears to be one of the first cynics. “Cynic” derives from the Greek for “dog-like”. The cynics aspired to...
If you're a fan of people
follow James Pogue. Because if anyone asked me what I thought of him, I would say “them’s good peoples”.
joshuahaddix:
I wasn’t going to use it for this but it might prove interesting.
Child of bona fide extraction, Where are the Cameronians? Where is the raucous identity And temporal belligerence of Anti-Unionists?
In a barrel of beer, Iron hooped and puncheon branded, Filled to the neck And taut but for its midmost.
In a flask of whisky, Gasket shot and worn to leaking, With haughty nicks and...
Worst hangover ever. Someone shoot me.
But last night was what I needed. I’ve never wanted to go play shows more.
Going to see The Felice Brothers. Super excited.
Nashville here I come.
1 tag
I’m going to put my full effort into this I’m going to put my dumb self in the back seat and put you in the front and forget that you ever did a hurtful thing and stop doing hurtful things and ignore my negative side and soak in the simpler things and feel the dawn drowning washing the imagined x-ray spots into the gutter and I will grow as a person tie my shoes with confidence button...
dear colin weaver,
aaliyeh:
colinweaver:
aaliyeh:
now that you have made the insane decision of following me. i would like to say that you are one of my few, but fantastic musical inspirations. thank you, and have a lovely day.
Wow, what a huge compliment, thank you!
I liked what I heard on your myspace, and saw a fellow musician and had to follow.
you’re welcome, and thanks for giving me a listen. do you...
dear colin weaver,
aaliyeh:
now that you have made the insane decision of following me. i would like to say that you are one of my few, but fantastic musical inspirations. thank you, and have a lovely day.
Wow, what a huge compliment, thank you!
I liked what I heard on your myspace, and saw a fellow musician and had to follow.
the nails are finally clawing cutting on the chalkboard cramming thoughts undesired into every crevice of my capacity and all I hope for is a shred of communication and those shrinking moments the porches, parks and playing on the floor in blankets and your pillowing lips locking against mine but that’s too sad to happen and so I beg for forgiveness and forgetting but not is there any way in...
reblog if you cannot live without music.
jaicentans:
chasingsunsets:
herstarlight:
toriamae:
lovehopehate:
beautifulcha0s:
timelesskiss:
let’s see how many people love music.
♫ ♥
I listen to music while I watch tv…
The old days
Fuck man, I remember them. The days when all I cared about was skateboarding. I would skate for 8 hours a day with my best friends, all over town. I remember the way my skin felt after a long day of sweating. I remember my legs aching. I miss that ache. I didn’t care about pursuing girls, I could give a shit about alcohol or cigarettes — all we did was skateboard, fuck around, and have...
WHATS YOUR SHOE SIZE REBLOG !
allisfleeting:
delacroix:
domodaniello:
stopnicole:
iswearthistimeitsforreal:
(via rippedlimbs)
8 1/2 W
7
6
8 1/2 W, or 9
12. Had to break the small shoe size chain, sorry.
Don't let your past cripple your future.
the average bear
One thing I often think about is the insignificance of everything I do. This not only brings me a strange level of comfort, but it simultaneously fills me with slight discord. For example, my ultimate goal in life is to become a successful musician. But, even if achieved, what impact will that truly have on anything? None. If I’d never been born, 200 years from now would look exactly the...
If you like Irish or Scottish things and politics
follow Josh Haddix, one of my best friends and one of the smartest people I know.
71revisited:
I just called my boss “Mom”.
Fuck.
Tell me the name of a song
ohthehumanity:
colinweaver:
and I’ll write it. I’m taking a cue from motionsensorsoundtrack here, because it sounds fun. Basically, you come up with a name for a song — it can be goofy, angry, sad, happy, WHATEVER, and I’ll write a song to that name, trying to remain relevant. I’ll write and record it in 20 minutes. Probably will be funny/pathetic/whatever.
Barnstormer -or- Barnstorming. your...
Fact.
rentedsurroundings:
I have zero tolerance, I repeat, zero tolerance for “superior” people. Fuck no.
Condoms
I haven’t had sex in a long time. I probably won’t have sex for a long time. That’s all fine and dandy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it, and today I was thinking about it and realized how fucked up a lot of people are when it comes to condoms.
A lot of guys I know don’t keep condoms handy because they’re afraid of two things:
That when...
Tell me the name of a song
and I’ll write it. I’m taking a cue from motionsensorsoundtrack here, because it sounds fun. Basically, you come up with a name for a song — it can be goofy, angry, sad, happy, WHATEVER, and I’ll write a song to that name, trying to remain relevant. I’ll write and record it in 20 minutes. Probably will be funny/pathetic/whatever.