confirmation

Pray, Discipline, that you never see me again.

count your blessings that we will never be in the same building. car. kitchen.
train to D.C.
underground through New York City

and despair the chance it should happen in Paris

exhale at the thought that we will not see these eyes at the same gathering, any gathering, that I never feel your breath that close again

whatever forces you believe in, expansion, contraction, adhere to their laws and stick close to the walls

come to know Faith.
Believe.

Pray.

that you’ll never have my fingers touching your neck, beguiling you with the only charms I’ve learned and some I’ll come to know, opening your closed book with my smile.

because if I ever see you again, I will inhale every breath you breathe. I will swallow you and hold you inside; I will extinguish your doubt. I will linger on your thoughts until decay. I will seep into your heart like ink spilled on clean white paper, never to be written on again.

you will never see the light of day.

so pray.

Julian Casablancas

Cute story! When LA Record sent out their perennial and never regularly scheduled Who Wants What Show email, I jumped to go see Julian Casablancas. Like, wriggled and writhed like the obnoxious know-it-all in class that's waving their hand in the air because they know the answer to the teacher's question. Except, I didn't know the answer to the question. Because in my head? I was thinking Jose Gonzales, who is amazing and wonderful and I'm dying to see. Have you heard his cover of The Knife's "Heartbeats"? Amazing. But uh. It was actually Julian Casablancas. Hahaha, I'm a silly bitch! Aaaaaaaaanyway, I had actually been wanting to see a show I wouldn't normally see and review it. This would be one! But I went, dressed to the tits and with an open mind. Here is the review.

For the record (haha, get it?!? GET IT?), the final lines as I wrote them were:

If one were to compare, say, Daft Punk, LCD Soundsystem, The Knife, or Ratatat in a live setting, I would say, humbly, that Julian Casablancas is in a whole other game now. And if he wants to keep up, then he needs to do just that.

But whatever. Editing!

Writeup for LA Record here.

The Keepers

The Keepers were and are a band formed in Long Beach somewhere in the late 90s/early '00s, but who the hell remembers. Three dudes, some of my favorite boys of all time, and 3 of the most sickly talented musicians I'll ever know. Patrick Butterworth and Ed Kampwirth can be seen presently as the (completely amazing) rhythm section for Dios. Fred (Dirt Clod) Fight can be seen biking down mountainsides in Oregon with his bro Phil fight. He also recently finished his Master's Thesis on the Long Beach punk scene, which, yes, has enough material in its history to merit an entire Master's Thesis.

New Dios here.

Article for LA Record here.