Friday, July 30, 2010

Iron Mike

Portion of an interview with Sports Illustrated.

Here is a man who, after bearing a storm that would rip most men to small, unrecognizable pieces, has found an undeniable peace and sound state of mind. It is amazing to see him speak in such clarity how fucked up his life used to be, and how he's turned away from these things. I admire this man. Debate the sense of that statement if you so choose.




Great interview.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Trauma

The pit called the human mind goes a long way. So easy to lose your grip and fall down. Down, down, down, deeper in the hole and into madness. Such a thick tangle of manias that you may never climb your way back up.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Short Story featuring blood feeding strange people

No glittering was done during the production of this short story.

Linky if you can't see that sizeable tab thing up yonder.

Takeaway show featuring kids from the cold war




The energy, the vibe of this performance is amazing. Just a wild rendition of a fantastic song from a fantastic band.



The actual song. Bang.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

They wont let me embed.

But I can makes a link.

Anywho, its Lady GaGa, doing a live performance of Poker Face. The recording of the song is lame pop shit, but this is great. She's got a voice, a very beautiful voice. The spectacle wears on me, but the talent underneath is undeniable.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Cooler then thou

I can't catch the cool. Constantly out of grasp. I'm not even sure if its real. If I ever tell you I don't care about it, make sure to slap me and tell me I'm a fucking liar. I want it. They want it. You want it. How many people get it? How many people get to the point where at any point and time, some random individual could look at a person and say, " that's a cool motherfucker."? Or some other pronoun. Is it a role that you're born into or something that you develop and eventually become? Does it even matter? Is it not uncool to chase cool? I can't tell.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Kill yourself



This is the stuff greatness is made of. Not that I agree with Fleetwood on everything, but that's insignificant at the moment.