I can’t think of a fucking title so here you go.

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I tried very hard to avoid this. I really tried. I didn’t want to write about this because it should be easier to just write it off as something very unfortunate. It sucks, but it happens. It always seemed very odd to consider a pet part of your family, but sometimes they just are.

Last night my step dad, Lyle, told me my dog wasn’t coming in. This is pretty normal. Both of our indoor dogs are very protective of the property and will chase off critters and not always come home immediately when called. I shrugged it off and waited twenty minutes to try him again. Nothing. Still not that strange — they’ve both spent the entire night outside before and usually come in in the morning when Lyle leaves for work. Something seemed off, but it wasn’t a big deal.

I didn’t sleep last night at all, despite my frustrated attempts. I was still up when Lyle left for work around 5:30 this morning and my dog still hadn’t shown up. When it finally got bright enough out, I could see Pip on the shoulder of the road down from house. My only thought process was a very literal, very blunt “Well that fucking sucks.”

And the day continued. I got asked several times if I was okay all day and yet no emotional flip switched. Nothing. I was bummed, but I wasn’t hit as hard as I thought I’d be. I went to class. I came home. I think the fact that my dog was gone was so surreal I didn’t understand it.

Tonight my step dad walked into the house. I met him at the door to let our other dog outside and he said he was sorry.  We both summed up the day as shitty. And he was trying very hard to keep a stable face. It didn’t work. And then my switch got flipped. Lyle frequently wanted to get rid of that dog. For a dozen reasons that were all pretty sound. Then late last month Pip bit someone who was jogging by our house and we panicked. We thought we were going to have to put him down for sure. The deputy sheriff called and requested a fax to make sure Pip had all his shots, which he did. After reimbursing the person for their torn pants, we thought the whole thing was behind us. The deputy said this is a pretty common issue and to not get too worried about it. All that fucking drama — and today Pip gets hit by a car? Such a damn waste of time and worry. Such a stupid thing to stress about.

So today my step dad buried my dog in the rain because I didn’t think I could. Today my step dad shed some tears over a “pet”, who was more or less a nuisance for him. And so did I. Today was a shitty day.

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But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go — we’ll eat you up — we love you so!”

It would seem as if the greater majority of my friends grew up with the book Where the Wild Things Are. Considering the expansive, varied imaginations of my crazy friends, this isn’t an overly surprising piece of news. What is surprising is that of the majority that had the book in their lives growing up, many don’t remember how much story was told in so very few words. Around 300 words. Ten sentences to be exact. Much of the plot comes from the illustrations in the book.

This is probably why the film adaptation is most interesting to me. Spike Jonze managed to fill almost two hours of major theatrical screen time with a story for adults that will take them back to the point in time where their imaginations ran, for lack of a better word, wild. Beautifully crafted puppets brought to life with CGI emotions painted on their faces bridged the gap between pages and motion pictures in a way that’s never really been attempted for a children’s story before. With an amazing voice cast (Forest Whitaker, James Gandolfini, Catherine O’hara, and Chris Cooper) behind the puppeteers and a light indie-pop music score — it’s pretty hard not to love this movie.

I haven’t made a post on here in a while and two weeks ago a friend had bugged me about it, so now that I’ve finished gushing over a movie, I guess I’ll throw out an update about my summer, fall, and thoughts on the future.

The summer in general was pretty dull. Most of my time was spent with either friends or family because money was tight and I had major plans for late summer. Those major plans consisted of back-to-back blink 182 concerts on August 16TH and 18TH in Council Bluffs and the Twin Cities. The shows were awesome and I’m glad I got a chance to see them live, which just a year ago didn’t seem like it’d ever be a real possibility. Both shows were more or less sold out and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen so many kids gathered in an Iowa fairground out in the middle of nowhere. I got a limited edition concert tee which will never, ever be handled again until I’m dead. Overall, it was worth a summer of pretty much nothing for an August of amazing-ness.

Fall brought around school. Which I hate. Probably more than anything I’ve ever hated in my life. I’m really unhappy with what I’m doing right now and I feel extremely trapped. To get into a program that I really want I would have to probably go out of state which would be hard. I’ve basically received an invitation to stay at my uncle’s in Chicago if I decided to go through with that, but I can’t see leaving the family I have here. It’s a decision that’s on my mind constantly lately, which is only outweighed by how severely I fucked up in high school. But that’s a story that’s already been told and remedied. The remedy is just a slow fix that I’m still feeling the effects of. And with that, I’ve linked to the future. I have to finish this semester out. Then we’ll see where I proceed.

In the world of music, the blink 182 concerts have spurred a renewed urge with some friends to play blink 182 until our ears bleed, so hopefully we’ll begin that soon. I’ll be playing a Mark Hoppus signature bass for it, so that won’t be too shabby. It’ll get me through the winter, at the very least, along with some help from a new Motion City Soundtrack album. As for getting through the rest of this night? Halloween & Halloween 2. It’s that time of the year again.

Trick or treat friends.

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From a mess to the masses

My blog entries are usually labeled in one of two ways; either very bluntly titled according to the content’s topic or with a phrase from a song. The post on this very early Wednesday morning fits both. I am, more or less, always a mess. I am, more or less, always attempting to speak to everyone and no one. Sometimes there is a method to my madness.

I used to write much more frequently. When I was younger, prior to getting my thoughts out in blogs or other digital forms, I would write until my hand hurt. I would write until the pencil in my hand had a curve in it from the pressure I placed on it. I loved pencils. Yellow number 2 pencils. I even loved the way your writing changed as you progressed through the paper. It started thin and sharp and as you wore down the point it became rounder until every letter became a flat, thick mark. I liked my handwriting.

Anymore I get a lot of my internal dialogue out via typing, but there’s something synthetic in that transition of thought. That’s why anything of any personal importance gets placed in a notebook. Those notebooks get full and shoved onto a shelf in my closet. They’re not journals so much as random thoughts and recollections of memories that I jot down as they come. I sometimes take a notebook out with me if I’m going to be staying at a friends or anywhere far from home where I can’t get something down. I would imagine that some of my friends think I’m a little weird because they often see such notebooks by my side but rarely open.

Filling out notebooks is a habit that I’ve done less and less over the years, really since middle school. It was either the summer prior to or after my eighth grade year – I can’t remember which – that I got my first guitar. Well, that’s not technically true. I had an old acoustic guitar when I was very young that had been passed on to me. I carried it around everywhere and pretended to play it. Unfortunately, I was so young that I was also at an age prone to mistake-making and shut the neck of the guitar in a car door accidentally. I must have been five or six and I felt very, very bad. So years later, after having realized I had some musical capability and having had been in choir and other music programs as early as they were available at my school, I decided it was time to actually learn guitar.

After various discussions with both of my parents (and being told they would only support my new interest if I took lessons) I bought my second first guitar. For a whopping $175 I got a Cort Earth Series acoustic. I took lessons from an odd, older guy at West Music. He was classically trained and insisted on going by the book. I bought two of the first “instructor” booklets and set to work. I quit after three lessons.

My first intentions were to start lessons with my friend’s instructor. He was learning via guitar tablature and his instructor, a college kid, was letting him pick his own songs and learn them without any basics. Clearly he was the more fun choice, but I never started lessons back up.

Instead I set out to learn by myself. I went through those two books and learned most of the basics about guitars. From that, I learned some things by playing a long by ear and eventually found guitar tabs. Guitar tabs are a very cheap shortcut but are also an effective means of helping someone to learn. They are also easier methods of sharing how a guitar part is played. I even used the internet as a general learning tool for techniques and things I didn’t understand. Between those resources, playing with friends over the years, & things I learned in band & choir at my school, I’ve acquired a decent amount of skill.

My intentions for the summer have been to record an EP of sorts – four or five songs of music I’ve created. It’s more about whether I actually can do it than me having any specific goal for what happens after. So, other than a huge family gathering & taking advantage of summer break, that’s what my time has been going towards. More updates will come soon, about this project and life in general. I’ll try to remember to proof this tomorrow. It’s 3AM. Good night.

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Back Together for the Kids

If this is what he wants
And this is what she wants
Then why’s there so much pain

@MarkHoppus

@MarkHoppus

It all started with a simple tweet. The Mark Hoppus twitter page has been a huge resource for blink 182 news since the official announcement the night of the Grammys. I suppose anyone with the cognitive ability to put two and two together could have probably deduced that this small exchange between Hoppus and fellow bassiest for the band Fall Out Boy, Pete Wentz, may have lead to a secret show of sorts. And so it did.

Via Megan Thompson

Via Megan Thompson

The set, sponsored by TMobile & captured for Youtube, featured material spanning the band’s career, from Dammit to Feeling This. There were plenty of “HEY MARK!!” shouts from Tom and a “Fuck you AT&T!” from Hoppus. There was very little full synth and auto-tune, which guitarist Tom DeLonge featured heavily in live shows with Angels & Airwaves. It was a set that is the first of many more coming later this summer, with openers Fall Out Boy & Weezer.

But, according to a new interview on Billboard with Hoppus, frequent DeLonge/Hoppus cohorts won’t be the only kids to share the stage with the influencial pop punk band from SoCal. Panic at the Disco, All-American Rejects, Taking Back Sunday, Asher Roth, & Chester French are all possiblities for different venues and that may just be the short list if tweet exchanges between Mark & various members of Minneapolis’ Motion City Soundtrack follow through. It’s likely to be a very big summer. Tickets go on sale May 30TH.

More photoes…

Barker, Hoppus

Barker, Hoppus

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Dear Mom, I’ll try to stop stealing. Sincerely, me.

This is just my laptop..

This is just my laptop..

Listen. My mom has been afraid that the FBI was going to show up at our front door to haul me off to juvie since Napster was a useful service instead of another form of digital rights management. I’ve been jacking music through Napster, Aimster, Kazaa, K-Lite, Soulseek, Limewire, eMule & torrents since I had to dial into my ISP. I’ve used IRC and FTP and occasionally just borrowed CDs from friends without remembering to return them.

I’ve tried to justify ripping off music labels by going to concerts every time I can and buying merchandise straight from the band tent, wall, and/or table. I’ve tried to justify every song, EP, & full length I’ve pirated with the logic that finances would have prevented me from actually buying the medium anyways, so it’s not really a lost sale for Sony or EMI or what have you. Besides, do you know of any good record shops in rural North East Iowa? Of course not.

We went on a band trip to Milwaukee back in high school and I remember the first time I stepped into a real hole-in-the-wall record shop complete with a couple of apathetic employees. I left that day with End is Forever by The Ataris. I don’t remember many details about that trip other than listening to that CD on repeat. It wasn’t my first CD, but it was one of few that I physically owned, had picked out, and paid for. I stared at the back of the case as I memorized every lyric.

Music is an important piece of my life. It always has been and always will be. It would be a large stretch for me to say I’ll never pirate another song in my life, but I realized a few years ago that it was important to make some sort of an effort to support the artists you love. With albums coming out from Dave Matthews Band, blink-182, Angels & Airwaves, & other bands of varied importance, it may be time to start saving a bit. Economic troubles or otherwise.

Mmm. New Bon Iver is amazing.

Mmm. New Bon Iver is amazing.

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