Expiration Date.

These last couple of weeks have been a weird series of revelations for me. Maybe not so much as life altering but more in a realisation of what my life is being sculpted into by my own doing. People are talking, Souls are paining on what is taking place all around us in this crazy time of "crisis". But really what i have notice and I hope more people(minds with intellect)notice this, you can't stop what has been happening for thousands of years. And that is routine. Life will continue besides what the stock broker says while clutching for the worst to come. I walk the streets and i feel the tension, But what i see is business as usual. I will continue to sell / trade / press records. Tour with a band that makes no income and support independent music and artist like i have been. This meltdown will have no repercussions on what i don't have. I was born with nothing and i will live the same. They can't take what i do have.

Fuck the world order.

ps. Thanks Sinks for the awesome bio shots. I have truely sunk to a new low.

Metropolitan Playlist Vol. 1:
RjD2 "Deadringer" Lp
Blockhead "Downtown Science" Lp
Soul Position "Things Go Better With RJ and AL" Lp
Radiohead "Kid A" Lp
Off Minor "Innominate" Lp
Portishead "Dummy" Lp
The Get Up Kids "Red Letter Day" Lp
City and Colour "Bring Me Your Love" Lp
Mazzy Star "She Hangs Brightly" Lp
The New Amsterdams "At The Foot Of My Rival" Lp

Closer.

This was the we planned on completing the photography sessions for our album. But like our luck fashions, it would not be unusual for some incident to botch plans. Fick's tire combusted while in action and thus forth canceling the photo shoot as well as our rehearsal for our record session-filled weekend. Tomorrow is a new dawn and we shall practice then.

I also craved a different scenery in my office. The record label's office did cry out for tidiness so tidiness is what was delivered. Now much more presentable, i have pride myself upon it's vibe it radiates on my motive to do greater things. Yes today was productive unlike my mind likes to perceive.

Soundtrack to angered maid-work:

Ghostlimb "s/t" 12"

Lie And Wait "Led Astray." 12"

Kiss It Goodbye "s/t" 12"

Wear The Mark "Thrown To The Wolves." 7"

Yes. Today was warm. But not enough to make my blood boil so.

Don't Take No Wooden Coins.

Where i work is about dead center of a little town called Ontario, CA, and industrialist's wetdream. Pinned between giant concrete skeletons wanting to be more. How i dream of a better occupation. Maybe one day i will work for myself, or maybe invest into an edeavor with asmart business partner? Who knows and who says i will or won't. But for now all i can do is dream of something better and live for tonight. They say, "Take it easy." And i will utter, "I will take it anyway i can."