Here's a collection of other random stuff:
Things I've said that I hope someone will remember, pass on and attribute to me
posthumously.
"Promoting is
nothing more than putting up your own money to make sure other people have fun.
The hard part is getting your money back." -sage advice to an upstart local
music promoter.
"Music is only half music. The other half is heavy lifting." -when questioned
about what promoters actually do.
"“Sex is like lunch. Sure, you could live without it fine, but if it were up to
me, I’d have it every day.” -talking about sex one random day.
"I have found that trusting your happiness to others is like letting friends
drive your car. You know they didn't mean to wreck it, but that don't mean shit
to your insurance company." -to my friend Alisha in a conversation about
personal responsibility
"I have always pictured myself with a trophy wife but apparently you have to win
something first." -said to my immortal beloved, Leah.
"She is very nice and such a sweetheart; she's probably gonna end up in some
dude's freezer." -commenting on a the lovely Liz.
"Think of it [dating] as looking for a four leaf clover. You don’t sit around
waiting for a regular clover to sprout a fourth leaf; you fucking toss it out of
your way and keep looking!" -part of a response to a girl who was ranting
about how guys don't like fat chicks.
"She was a hangover...the poison's cheap euphoria quit long ago. All that's left
is the bitter residue of the sweet toxin and I'm devoid the of precious fluid
pissed and sweated out during the binge." -musings on a particularly swell
one night stand.
He confused her. With no concrete to stand on, the ethereal provides little
foothold for non-believers. He was nothing she could describe. He put her at a
loss, being absolutely indefinable. Like subtle texture in a world of broad
strokes, she suffered because she could not appreciate the art. She felt the tug
and yet lacked the words. She reacted exactly as those who knew him better but
could not drag herself over the threshold of understanding and acceptance, could
not comprehend what was struggling to realize itself inside her. She understood
the loss, but not why it affected her so. -about a tragic real life love
story.
Some Songs I've Written
All This Time
mp3
End of This Song
mp3
Marigolds
mp3
Satan's Cafe
mp3
One of These Days
mp3
(By The American
Cheese Band)
Other Writing Projects
The
Blackbird Manifesto
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