Reverses last year.

Blast ye speakers.

This one is a quiet one.



Excuse me. I have to go shopping now. See you later.
(Expected a longer, okay, revolutionary blog soon.)

Don't intimidate me.

I'm really in a silversun pickups state of mind right now.



Yes, I was in the front row. And yes, I am too short to be seen.

Make some NOISE.

It's been a while since I've written. This is why I don't write blogs. I have yet to find the right format... Like, there's this precise type of journal that I write in now and it has been the only kind of journal that has gotten me to write in it for a long period of time - that makes 4 and a half of the same type of journal in one year. Well, almost halfway. I have increased my writing on paper - my journaling. Fuck blogging. Blogging is immature - blogging is the published form of the lowest of drafts, its impulsive and it starts emotional disagreements. Plus how can one romanticise about writing over the internet? It just doesn't sound very aesthetically pleasing as a typewriter or even just handwritten notes. It's like comparing iTunes with vinyl. Sure, it's more convenient and it's pretty much the exact same sound... but the digital is pop, and I prefer the punk.

Noise rock is the new punk. Or well, that's just what I've noticed. I'm secretly watching for little noise rock projects... there were these two incredible art bands that I saw earlier this summer, but they broke up a few weeks after I saw them. They were just incredible - innovative in the way they relate a surround layer of noise through the conscious effort. I can't say more than that, but I'm listening. I really relate to this type of music as far as my publishings...

OMG//OMG!!!!!!!

ANP QUARTERLY ISSUE NUMBER 9 GOES TO PRINT TOMORROWW!!!

While dazed, lethargic, noized & conscious....

Please meet my new friend....

TacocaT




AKA MY NEW FAVORITE PUNK BAND, SO LISTEN.