I can watch or hours / I could watch forever / It gives me pleasure / It makes me better

[jes5199]

oh where have you gone and do you miss me and what we used to do? You were the one Who'd talk and smile for a half an hour Always new I'm the lucky one I watch a re-run It looks alot like you One star lost a family One family lost a star That's why I wait and watch To find out where you are One family lost a star One star, they lost their family That's why I sit at home alone and watch t.v.

I've heard - but cannot find evidence for - that there's a form of black radio propaganda used during invasions where you set up extra radios barking random orders and reports - some to the enemy, some to yourself - in hopes to sow confusion about what's actually going on. To be in a car with my mother is like having one of these stations blasting at full volume. when this ICFP thing is over, I need to give up caffeine. I just drank an entire french press. That was my breakfast. a Rasputina show is a sort of comforting thing, in that it's very much the same show every time. (the other band that has this property is Ginggang, who also wear corsets) I miss Zoe, though, it's not quite the same without her voice. she says I'm phasing out this looping device-- I bought it right before they stopped making them and it's starting to show its age when it gets hot on stage, it stops responding to the buttons I demand complete obedience from machines! and there's nothing I can do but turn it off and hope it works when I bring it back up. the first big show I ever played solo, when I was opening for Imogen Heap is the other other inexplicably-corseted musician that I never tire of. this is my choir of me's. I just sing and har- play the mon-ies har-mon play the -ies play the har- -ies mon I should have realized that Immi's electronically aided solo would become a show-off piece for college choirs. Now if only someone would arrange an orchestral version of The Great Destroyer Imogen Heap this happened, and power cycled the machine and had to wait and when it was ready for me to play, I suddenly couldn't remember any of my songs. So I improvised, and what came out was this song. It's called "Don't Worry" Z a e i o u X a e i o u a zaa zae zai zao zau a xaa xae xai xao xau e zea zee zei zeo zeu e xea xee xei xeo xeu i zia zie zii zio ziu i xia xie xii xio xiu o zoa zoe zoi zoo zou o xoa xoe xoi xoo xou u zua zue zui zuo zuu u xua xue xui xuo xuu the first time I saw Rasputina play was at Dante's in 2004, during the crazy time that had me wandering around Portland alone and confused until I started sleeping on the SalutCouch, which was the beginning of everything that is good about my life now this is the same show where Brian Enigma met the woman he eventually married but I didn't speak to anyone, that time, I had a kind of contempt for the crowd, actually they were almost entirely the sort of stoic, stolid goth kids who suck all of the fun out of a room monday's show was entirely different, in that respect. I found myself sandwiched between a former co-worker (be the good justin you once were!) and a guy I recognize as a friend of Seamus's who comes to the Sinfonietta (who, despite gray hair, was entirely rocking out to the cellos). Zeo was there, with a dramatic new haircut. There was a familiar, prim, gothy girl whose face I could not quite place (for a while I thought it might be Aria from the defunct Dutch House) that I now think might have been the waiter from Cup & Saucer. one of the Backspace baristas was there. Matteo and Shannon stopped to talk to me on the way out "I can't believe you're here alone! Where's [gesture]?) (Shannon consistently uses this hand signal, instead of a name, that seems to mean anonamyst. or maybe it just means "shorty" . An approximation of 5'3" ) I did not see Antique Dress girl with her bearded boyfriend, who are the only people - besides me, and now Shannon - who seem to go to both Rasputina and Ginggang shows. One thing never changes, though. Melora tells the same fucking joke, every time.

solfege mednafen jbofihe
are three names I need to be able to type,
but can never remember.

at the Vita Cafe, fixedd and my parents were talking loudly about things back in Alabama, when someone at the next table piped up: "Alabama! I'm from Alabama!"
My dad mistook her for another tourist, and tried to talk about the weather back there.
She was actually a refugee, like us, but - i think - from the Wren Dogget circle of yoga teachers (rather than the 20somethings-seeking-freedom group). and I think about them and I realize that something that we have in common is that we all passed through Mobile-- we are all Mobile Kids-- we have become mobile.

I have new shoes. You voted for 'em.


new drawings, uneven quality

Comments

[conform.livejournal.com]

the video clip you linked to appears to show the rasputina woman demonstrating one of the most pronounced and intermittent goth/steampunk accents i've ever heard. it's sort of european, sort of british, sort of upper class east coast, and totally, utterly distracting.

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

and she's actually from Kansas!
when I saw her, she was was seemed too tired to get into character,
and the sound system at the Hawthorne Theatre was so bad that it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

for those following at home, I think he means this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6HAa2W0qtw

[keystricken.livejournal.com]

Where's [Kim]? (hands building castles in the sky)
Where's [Kevin]? (fingers stroking muttonchops on each cheek)
Where's [Beth]? (hands knitting or cross-stitching)
Where's [Arlo]? (hands combing hair down to the thigh)
Where's [Amariah]? (hands on hips; beam)
Where's [Paul]? (pointing at feet)
Where's [Lindsey]? (hands playing invisible piano)
Where's [Josh]? (hands juggling invisible clubs)
Where's [Ariel]? (hand at 4'10")
Where's [Monica]? (hands forming hat-structure on head)
Where's [Jes]? (hand on chin, head tilted slightly upward)

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

this is good. we should practice

[radrover.livejournal.com]

wonderful drawings!

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

I've gotten better, Teach.

[empty-fork.livejournal.com]

dude, you have.
upper left three are fuckin gorgeous.
can't quite believe I know anyone involved with those shadows.
okay, now I looked again and I like the scratchy profiles too
and the shoulders and hips of bottom right
but not upper right, nope, nothing.

[empty-fork.livejournal.com]

shoulders and hips...I think I meant chin and tits actually

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to reconstruct what you're seeing... on your screen, perhaps, you see four rows of two?
and the one you don't like is the woman with the rope?

[empty-fork.livejournal.com]

heh. that's funny. can you tell I'm not a web designer?

reconstruction correct

hello

[maria-sputnik.livejournal.com]

I met my ex at a Ginggang concert, where there were no corsets but there was a faux...boat chimney spewing dry ice smoke into the air.

Re: hello

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

yes. I may have been exaggerating about the corsets.

[maria-sputnik.livejournal.com]

Well, I suspect they were probably wearing corsets on the astral plane. Do you know those folks?

[jes5199.livejournal.com]

well, I know the lead singer okay. We know a lot of the same people, at least.