First Off

there's something about my 'creeper' bands.

what i mean by that is, bands that i love, but constantly forget about.

there's many bands in that list, some that i should be ashamed to admit aren't in my constant rotation. the kinks is one of the best examples.

i can't think of a kinks song that i don't like. father x-mas is one of the best rock christmas songs ever. just so much good music from this band, spanning decades. and they are, after all, the somewhat direct precursor to 'metal.'

so i get in a mode of listening to a band, or a few, over and over and over and over like a retarded 5-year-old, and don't exactly burn out so much as phase out. and then it can take months to phase a band back in. and so i'll go several months at a time without listening to the kinks, the flaming lips, hum, or apples in stereo, among many others.

so maybe i try to make a concious effort to listen to these guys more often, but it never really works. they fade out to the back of my mind, only to return with this "oh wow, i forget how much these guys make me happy" vibe, which is great. maybe it's better this way. maybe i've got it set up like this in my head as some kind of escape mechanism. i get into a funk, i can turn on one of these bands and go "wow, life does have a myriad things that are good and true."

it's really difficult to believe that my brain is anywhere near that well ordered, organized, and constructed. i think i'm just retarded some of the time, which is true of all people. so if my biggest retardation is forgetfullness of favored bands, as well as miscelaneous other forgetfullness streaks, then i've lucked out, i guess.

it could be a lot worse. i could be the president.

Selah,
--Ian

posted by Ian Quinn  : 7/27/2002 02:00:00 AM 0 comments

it's tuesday morning in arlington texas.

what the fuck am i still doing here?

so i'm still stuck in this shithole town. tough fucking luck for me, right? and i'm at a loss as to what to do with myself, which is no surprise.
i don't need another reason to be disgusted with myself. so i need to get home, get work, get moving. i don't need to be lazing about up here, throwing days away. and boy is it ever so much easier to write in the first person.

There's this one spot, it must have magic in it. I've been there a few times, it's fantastic.

and it's all been said and done, i know. but i feel like it needs to be said again, and hell, it is my journal, after all.
arlington sucks.

Selah,
--Ian

posted by Ian Quinn  : 7/23/2002 07:28:00 AM 0 comments