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Dec
10th
Thu
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in memorium, a few days late…

“when we got married, we knew our honeymoon was going to be public anyway, so we decided to use it to make a statement.  our life is our art.  that’s what the bed-in was.  we sat in bed and talked to reporters for seven days.  it was hilarious.  in effect, we were doing a commercial for peace instead of a commercial for war.  the reporters were going “un-huh, yea, sure,” but it didn’t matter because our commercial went out irrespective.  as i’ve said, everybody puts down t.v. commercials, but they go around singing them. 

that’s what i’m saying (still).  produce your own dream.  if you want to save peru, go save peru.  it’s quite possible to do anything, but not if you put it on the leaders and parking meters.  don’t expect carter or reagan or john lennon or yoko ono or bob dylan or jesus christ to come do it for you….i can’t wake you up.  YOU can wake you up.  i can’t cure you.  YOU can cure you. 

the idea of leadership is a false god.  if you want to use the beatles or john and yoko or whoever, people are expecting them to do something for them.  that’s not what’s going to happen.  but they [the followers] are the ones who didn’t understand any message that came before anyway.  and they are the ones that will follow hitler or follow reverend moon or whoever.  following is not what it’s all about, but leaving messages of “this is what’s happening to us.  hey, what’s happening to you?”  we’re sending postcards and letters.  that’s what we do.  and that’s the difference.  do you see? 

we can have examples, but leaders is what we DON’T need.  it’s the utopian bit again.  we’re all members of the conceptual utopia.  so let’s not go round and round it: it’s one world, one people, and it’s a statement as well as a wish.” 

-from the 1980 Playboy interview

Oct
30th
Fri
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i remember halloween…

i remember halloween…

Jan
25th
Sun
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adamgarbinski:
This Monday!

adamgarbinski:

This Monday!
Dec
28th
Sun
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The Night Of Joy & another night too!

i will be hosting a DJ night w/ Adam tomorrow, Monday December 29th @ The Lost Bar in Kensington located @ Frankford & Hagert, Philadelphia, PA.  it starts @ 9pm so, make the right decision and be there or be cursed to forever wonder what your life may have been like had you gone.

also, i’ll be DJ-ing by myself on New Year’s Eve, Wednesday December 31st (duh!), @ The South Philly Tap Room located @ 1509 Mifflin, Philadelphia, PA.  and Adam will be working at the bar all night too so, come on out and if you buy me a beer i’ll play your song!

Dec
25th
Thu
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HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
Venus, stop the train For the brakeman lost his place Satellites were spinning and out of space They televised her feelings while the light The light struck terror I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees She fell in love with me I was polite to her A soft sadness having much more than her Loneliness Her father warmed the benches Vice president of southern branches He reached out to her when her mother slept He would never forget the light The light, the light striking terror I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees She fell in love with me I was polite to her A soft sadness having much more than her Loneliness Satellites spinning  Satellites spin Well the light The light, the light The light, the light The light strikes terror The light strikes terror I keep my distance because she falls in love with everyone Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees She falls in love with me I’m polite to her A soft sadness having much more than her Ugliness I keep my distance cause she falls in love with everyone Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees She falls in love with me I’m polite to her I reach my soft hand out to her I’ve known her for a very, very long time
lyric by Jeff Tweedy

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Venus, stop the train
For the brakeman lost his place
Satellites were spinning and out of space
They televised her feelings while the light
The light struck terror

I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness

Her father warmed the benches
Vice president of southern branches
He reached out to her when her mother slept
He would never forget the light
The light, the light striking terror

I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness

Satellites spinning
Satellites spin
Well the light
The light, the light
The light, the light
The light strikes terror
The light strikes terror

I keep my distance because she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I’m polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Ugliness

I keep my distance cause she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I’m polite to her
I reach my soft hand out to her
I’ve known her for a very, very long time

lyric by Jeff Tweedy

Dec
6th
Sat
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Force My Hand

Time won’t change the gloom to good
Wasted
And I won’t change though you wish I would
I just can’t

Without your love
I won’t accept one victory
Though I’ve got the marks
I climbed the tree of life and fell

So now I’m stuck
And claustrophobic
Rocks in my shoulder
Lying on the ground

Cried out of luck
Just shut up and go to sleep
But when I wake up
That much older and it’s not over

I’ve not seen the ocean dear
Not this year
Though it’s just fifty miles away
Not even once

The mind grows thick and unassured
Weighted
I turn it off when lines get blurred
Feeling unloved

So now I’m shut
Don’t wanna go out
Cold winds and friends
Make t.v. light my eyes

All I’ve got is on demand
Cos I can’t trust a human hand
My dream machine the couch passed midnight
I’m not alright

I need to breathe something
Forces me to be carefree
Frivolous
I need to breathe

Dec
3rd
Wed
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