Henry: "I'm not going to lie and say it's not hard sometimes, but little sisters are sometimes irritating, but it doesn't mean I love you any less. Your murderous hatred is less visible for me because I also see you in moments of bountiful kindness. That's really the only reason I even answer the phone that much. And when the talks are serious, you should know that I only want you to have one set of standards and that is to do what will make you the happiest, and your entire future will not be less uncertain, but it will be much less worriful." I wrote that about you in my lj almost exactly 5 years ago.

Please
I’m not out to please everybody - I’ve actually been out to try not to displease anybody, and that’s even harder work. It’s like Prozac for creativity - cutting off the highs and lows and the risks and the rewards so that nobody walks away from a show or listens to an album with a passionate enough take on what they didn’t like. Maybe I’ll take ten minutes each show for the rest of this tour and just play shit I love but think might turn people off. Then when the tour is done I’m going to take a good long nap and work on becoming irrelevant. I think that’s what’s bugged me so much about the last few weeks of stupid media speculation. I’ve been hard at work since spring trying to become irrelevant in all the places where being relevant gave me a headache and made me rock my right leg back and forth and made me ask my therapist if my heroes’ ghosts would hate me and basically take a match to the bottom of any moment with half a shot of being a proud one. I think I owe it to my fans to disregard them during the making of an album. Writing music while also writing a future negative review of the music is a really great way to make slop. Of course, then I’d still be aware that I was trying to be unaware, so right there I’ve got the makings of a head-shaped hole in my own ass. Do you see what I’m saying here? If I don’t risk it all on tape soon I’m going to be in trouble. I need to be loud. Slightly out of tune. Stick around in a solo a little too long. Maybe not know exactly what I’m doing and let that be the document.

See? I almost did it again. I just told myself that I shouldn’t post this because maybe people would think I didn’t enjoy the tour I was on, which I absolutely love. I just considered the consideration, which is what I said I wouldn’t do. So now I’m definitely posting this. I’m excited. I keep talking about how I’m going to disappear on a ranch somewhere when really I’m going to go straight into a studio. But when I do I’m going to waste lots of time. Which really isn’t wasting time, it’s giving myself some room to play and jam and experiment. But I have to call it wasting time because my preset is to walk out of the studio on day two and have a “big” song with only a missing line in the bridge. I should call it what it is - being a musician and experimenting and not caring about anything else but what’s hiding inside and what I need to get out, no matter how long that takes. I need to make what I think is shit, which will be nothing close to shit. It’ll just be free.

This is how I talk when I get excited for the future but still have to live through the present. Oh, well. I’m gonna go track down a sandwich.

http://jhnmyr.tumblr.com/post/1041542787/please

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told a couple of assholes to shut the fuck up last night while spinnin. so the sound feed shorted out in the middle of the set and nobody knew why or what happened. right in the middle of the night when the club was gettin poppin. the first assumption was one of the amps blew. the second, upon further inspection, was that the processor for the equalizer fried. so dead silence for a good...30 minutes. of course people would be disappointed in the lack of music all the sudden, but don't be a dick by constantly booing when we're clearly trying to figure out what's wrong and fix things as fast as we can. so they deserved a good shut the fuck up from the asian girl in the booth and well...they did...and they probably left the bar which was money not made. they were probably going to leave anyway.

so after a quick deduction of the mixer and my equipment not being the problem (all were working fine), switched out the mixer for another (old back up) just in case to see if that might be the problem (a short in one of the channels), we realized that someone had plugged a faulty connector to the mixer that pushes out the sound to the equalizer. there was a reason why there was a xlr splitter connector sitting to the side: to run past the faulty xlr connector while still being able to use the other just fine. anyways, music back on and going after that great fiasco. people filtered back in which was nice but by then it was already almost 1:30 and bars here close at 2am. a stressful night was had by all and then it finally ended.

totally unrelated: i wish i went snowboarding more often so i can justify buying these: BURTONS.

good talk.

man, all these people i went to high school with are married or engaged. makes me feel like a very single, social reject. i can't even find a decent guy! athens does not make for great [single] guys.

coveting this pair of boots among other things. sigh. if only i were ballin.

10,000 hours

i don't completely believe in the 10,000 hour rule, but this is interesting nonetheless.

this is the house i want to rent....

but i bet it's going to be taken by (either frattys or roofers) today or tomorrow :( honestly, out of those two groups, they are going to trash the place. and it's a shame because that house is so nice. and it's supremely sad (for me) because the landlord decreased the price for allen and i even more than the listed price, but it doesn't look like we can take it right now. we still need 2 more roomies. unless we were both ballin, we could split the total rent cost until we found people, but we ain't ballin, so qq. everyone is already situated in their living situations so finding people (that we both know and trust living with) are very slim to none.

i finally find a place i would looovvvee to live at and within my budget, but i will never get to live there.

QQSOMEMOAR.

Have you ever experienced seeing the same image when your eyes are closed as you open them and you conciously see your surroundings but you still see that image but it's like it's superimposed onto your visible frame of view. That was the most complicated explanation fo something that seems really simple. I get these imageries pretty often, especially as of late. I wouldn't call them 'visions' simply because I don't find them spiritual in any way and they're not really 'tell the future' kind of bs either. They're more like stills from random dreams fused with things that have taken place in the past, mostly during my childhood. They're all images from the first person view. This could be labeled as just an over-imagination, but sometimes it'll effect my mood. It sounds strange but I feel like it's pretty normal. Maybe because I'm just used to it.

Btw, I hate Ikea instructions for misguiding diagrams of assembling dressers. You make me frustrated in the form of tears. Indian tears.

i only get hit on by creepy men or guys who are looking for rebounds. this makes me really sad.

i think i asked this question already here a while ago, but i forgot what the comments were like and i'm too lazy to dig up the entry from my archives, and i doubt i titled it and i know for sure i did not tag it.

what brand (if it matters) makes very good external hard drives with a firewire port of 800 and at 7200 rpms?

i needz to know prease!