Sunday, September 25, 2011
As I stare out on this magnificent vista...
I'm at a campsite deeply removed from even a sparsely populated village, so of course I'm nowhere near a town or proper city. Just driving here was its own extraordinary adventure of winding around hundreds of hills, missing signs, missing turns, turning around, climbing and dropping down the ground like it was the sea - nelson didn't like it. It made him anxious.
When he gets anxious he tries to climb over my seat and onto my lap while I'm driving.
Me: 95 lbs.
Nelson: 145 lbs.
So we finally got here and it is BEYOND beautiful. Literally stunning - I tried to describe it on the phone and could find no words to fit it. Like last night I'm surrounded by woods and looking at a lake, but the quality is so much higher. Each site is on its own dock built over the lake, and includes the section of woods in front of it. So I'm on my dock, but it's nearly october. There are no other campers. Nelson and I have some several hundred wooded, lakeside acres all to ourselves.
He took a few walks within the first hour and a half of our arrival, but then the pre-storm weather started to build. The sky went dark, the fog became a drizzle, there were distant camera-flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder deep enough to barely be audible.
I thought it was all terrific.
Nelson thought the world was ending.
Here's the image you should take from this:
Me, in an inside-out oversize white tee shirt and knee-high rubber rain boots, laying on my back in my car (with the back seat folded down. Look for the pics of my car-bed.), looking out the sunroof and grinning ear to ear while the rain gets stronger and heavier while Nelson tries over and over again to wiggle his entire body under mine, nose first.
Also - if you're on twitter, send your love to my very dear, very close friend, mister @treybytrey (or trey, as he's usually known). He and I have been through a lot of shit together that nobody should ever have to go through, but the funny thing is that half of that shit was my idea that I convinced him to join me in doing, and the other half was him bringing me along. Really though, I've seen a lot of things that I don't tell anybody about. But he is the only living person to whom I can not only tell those things, but with whom I can discuss them. He's talked me off of plenty of bridges, he's fed me, clothed me, put me up for weeks at a time, counseled me, listened to me, and genuinely cared about me. I'm pretty sure that he's the only person whose empathy I can feel - I can see him trying to see the world from my perspective, and that's a rare thing.
He's a rare type of man.
Happy Birthday Trey.
Xo
-a
(The first pic is my view from my car's rear windshield, the second is a pic of my car parked at the campsite.)
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Kentucky
Also - happy birthday trey!!
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Once more, with feeling
America, I'm begging you, show me something I need. Some way to live out the rest of this life that so many people worked so hard to save. I'm a little more desperate this time, a little more sad, a little more old, a little more scared.
So please, show me something, some alternative to this heartbreaking meaninglessness.
I'm getting too fucking old to be 22.
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Monday, September 19, 2011
Guest Post 14 : K. N.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
news. pay attention, kids.
Botulism cases blamed on black tar heroin
Guest Post 13 : Asleep
when someone you knew dies, you feel wounded like the universe just punched you in the gut, totally unprovoked.
Reeling from the blow, immediately, my mind goes to "how the hell did this happen" than to, "will this happen to me" and finally settles on "how did he(the dead guy) bring this upon himself"
which i suppose is normal, but is also a lousy thing to settle for. Its easier to live in a world where "bad things happen for a reason" than "there is absolutely no fucking reason for this bad thing to have happened."
Im kind of sorry to report that I have finally, landed on the last thought. there is no reason. there is absolutely no reason for the last act of my friend's life to have played out so tragically. If you knew him, than you don't need for me to reiterate the details. If you didn't than it is none of your business. this isn't a "tell all expose." this is a meditation on the complex emotions which surround grief.
The thing about grief is that it is horribly counter-intuitive. For example, during the phone conversations and txt conversations I have recently had with my friends who knew the guy, there have been some genuinely huge belly laughs, like laughing till it hurt, doubled over. the kind of laughing that you do and you feel endorphins kick in, and you feel almost high. Um is that really okay? I should add that some of these jokes, and when I say "some" I mean like 90-100% of them" were either directly or indirectly at the expense of my recently deceased friend. Some of them good natured, but not all of them. After the tears of joy dry and the hitching in my chest stops, I kind of exhale and think to myself "right so should I just go on the internet NOW and book my ONE WAY TICKET TO HELL?"
Clearly this is a time for decorum, for respecting boundaries, for providing an appropriate shoulder for people to cry on, and to ask in only the most appropriate manner possible for that shoulder in return. Late phone calls should maybe be kept before 10pm right? maybe keep it under 30 minutes? maybe not be too much of a burden. Drunk is fine right? but shitfaced is sorta uncool, right? I don't know how I'm supposed to act, there is no manual on how to be an expert griever.
soooo just checking, I wouldn't want to be out of line. Than again, loosing someone is tough enough, and fuck you know that i am still in shock. Really I lost him long ago, right? Really I shouldn't be upset, right? YEah and really sentiments such as these do FUCK ALL when it comes to getting through the day without thinking of a time, a story, an episode, a bit of shame or embarrassment about how I acted or he acted, I was being pretentious, I excluded him, I shouldn't have maybe I was jealous of him, maybe he was jealous of me... these thoughts end up like slivers of broken glass digging their way into my heart, and they really hurt, and I simply don't have the perspective to remove them.
How many times was I embarrassed by him? How many times was he embarrassed by me? TOTALLY SHITTY FRIEND right? Like did he even like me? did I even like him??
I stood by him for years, since I was 4. Nobody else did. I was his first friend, this much I know. So everybody else can go fuck themselves, at 4 years old, I wasn't scared to be friends with him, I wasn't afraid of him. I was occasionally afraid of his family. Know what? I still am. like now more so than ever.
I tried to be a part of his life long after he wanted me around, saying goodbye that first time stung, but I thought that later, down the road we would rekindle our friendship. we never did. this does not make it any easier at all.
----ugh, okay .. as predicted, here is the part where I directly address my dead friend. So Cliche, I know, Im more of a musician than a writer though, so forgive this shitty device.----
Im so sorry. I tried as hard as I could, but I let you go a long time ago. I couldn't help you anymore, and let's face it, those times when you were in NYC and just decided to not call, not let me know, yeah I knew. Likewise, I spent a lot of time in NJ and really didn't call you either. This is definitely not easy to admit.. none of it makes it any easier, and it still hurts, it hurts most of the time. Joking at your expense is definitely helpful, You maybe wouldn't like that I think. You always had a decent sense of humor, of course unless it came to you, you could never joke about yourself, always took yourself so seriously you fucking pretentious twat.
And FUCK YOU for dying and making everybody go away first, FUCK YOU for not fighting harder to get out, to save your own life. FUCK YOU for being so smart, and so talented, and such a beautiful person and than one day suddenly giving up. doing what was easiest, choosing to take the path of least resistance. YEah yeah the universe owed you a favor, sure. It owes all of us a favor buddy, Im still waiting for mine, not holding my breath.
Oh this is so offensive, this is so shocking, I am so not permitted to be angry at you, I NEVER FUCKING WAS, just PERFECT YOU, just so fucking PERFECT ALL THE TIME..... YOU PLAYED JESUS IN A SCHOOL PLAY, YOU WERE NOT ACTUALLY JESUS !!!!!!!! ... I swear you never got that, after that your ego was utterly huge, just like this big hunkering thing. oh christ it was pathetic, I was so angry at your self importance. I couldn't sit in the same room, I felt pushed out by your ugly obese fucking ego!
Was I just jealous? god it maybe pains me to say that I was. You were so smug, fucking dick. Did you know, that during your long long tirades about yourself about the music you were working on or who you were working with, just hours of you talking about yourself, I just sat there nodding my head, like "oh wow that's so amazing, you are so awesome." (meanwhile trying not to DROOL with the TEDIOUSNESS of your LAMENESS.
Did you know that I in my OWN ARTISTIC PURSUITS had not only matched, but totally FUCKING ECLIPSED yours????? DID YOU EVEN KNOW THAT???
Like you never once acknowledged a single thing Id ever done, only in the most condescending possible manner, like calculated to make me feel like an ASSHOLE for even attempting to be as brilliant as you. ugh you disgusting piece of SHIT.
----
Still, I hung on to hope, I called, I tried. I spoke to your parents, they asked me not to call, no explanation. Your flaws, they don't make you any less of a beautiful person. I miss you. I really do, and If we were angry, I have to believe that it was because we cared. Desperately in need of one another's approval. This is how brothers act. We were both only children, we had each other to throw this garbage on top of, nobody else really..
It kills me that honestly - it really isn't supposed to be over yet. At 40 we were supposed to be bumping into each other in Reykjavik, or Berlin, or Paris and bragging about the venue we are playing, and introducing each other to whatever asshole celebrity we were having brunch with. at 50, we were supposed to be writing really shitty emails to each other about how I needed to give you back your copy of a very rare CD which I lost (yeah, I lost it on purpose you dick!). Now I don't get any of that. so sincerely, fuck you for taking that away from me and everybody else. I guess I *have* to hold you responsible for your own life? ???
Really it wasn't your fault though. it just wasn't. it was maybe even NOBODY's FAULT. That is the part that I have the most trouble with. I may never figure it out. kinda doubt it. you would have, you were always the smart one, I was better looking for sure, but that really isn't helping me right now at ALL. Im still here, and I am wounded and I loved you all I could and now you are.simply.gone.. so Goodbye, I guess, and of course as usual, Ill say it one last time. Im sorry.
-Asleep at the Glue Factory
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Richie Rich
you're a hell of a guy though.
thanks for being so great to me.
xo
Sunday, September 11, 2011
unaware, still. but calm, despite.
Summer's almost gone.
We had some good times,
But they're gone.
The winter's comin' on.
Summer's almost gone.
Morning found us calmly unaware.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
It's uncanny
Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine.
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall,"
You thought they were all kiddin' you.
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud,
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely?
But you know you only used to get juiced in it,
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street,
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it?
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis,
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
That say "Do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own,
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you?
You never understood that it ain't no good -
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at?
...After he took from you everything he could steal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own?
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people-
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made.
Exchanging all precious gifts,
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own,
With no direction home,
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
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Friday, September 9, 2011
My (mostly unsuccessful) return to new york
Oh, and I apparently inspired such regret in the last guy I hooked up with that he's decided he must be an alcoholic.
So I'm not feeling great.
I don't know. I rolled into new york like I would any other town, calm and relaxed and generally happy. You can't do that here, and I forgot. I guess I never left long enough to such an extremely different routine that I lost my new york hyper-awareness. So my guard was down. When you live here you have to be like a squirrel or something all the time, always ready to turn the corner and deal w 5 guys with knives, always anticipating and looking for the next person trying to fuck you over. I lost that 6th ny sense. I'm not tough any more in the way you have to be, I'm not thick-skinned.
Ill never forget that feeling of shattered glass spraying my legs - he was trying to hurt me. I'm just a little girl.
In the rest of america a man doesn't pick a fight with a little girl.
I guess in coming back here I had much higher expectations of "what a Man ought to do" than I should have. I made a lot of mistakes, mentally, and now I remember why I left. I want to grow in a way which I can't here. I want to move beyond this day-to-day constant tension that catches me up in a kind of stasis.
So I don't think I have what it takes right now. When I left I said I would only come back when I'd grown up enough to take advantage of the real opportunities here, when I needed what this city can offer in order to keep growing, when I needed something from new york again. I don't need anything here yet. So I'm leaving, again, for the same reason I left before.
There is nothing for me here right now.
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Monday, September 5, 2011
I made a mistake
Also I don't remember with whom my family banks, so I can't cancel it without confessing to me father.
Also I've only been in new york for about 24 hours, and my parents didn't want me to come here in the first place because they felt something bad would happen. So this just proves that I'm not as responsible as I told them I've become - as I promised.
This sucks so hard. My parents are going to be so pissed, and they'll be totally justified. This was all me, just being irresponsible. I fucked up. 100% my fault.
Fucking up is the worst when the consequences impact the people to whom you promised you would not fuck up.
Have I made any progress at all? Am I the same silly child I was two months ago? Ohhhhh self-loathing...
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
Finished tattoo
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