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Monthly Archives: January 2003

Okay, thought’s been brewing up in my mind lately.
now you know what was smelling like smoke.

I hate major music labels. Have since I was fourteen and figured out the difference between the majors and indie labels. hate them, hate the RIAA. They’ve tried their best to kill music.

Now they’re on their fucking knees – http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/11.02/dirge.html

let’s kill them.
I don’t have the stuff for it; website, the time to make and maintain a website, time to spearhead the boycott, etc. but I’ve got the dream.

Let’s boycott – actively boycott – the major labels and the bands on them. Granted, there’s a lot of good music on the majors, I just bought Neil Young’s amazing collection Decade a week ago; but it’s time for them to go.

if you have any albums by bands on major labels, don’t listen to them. If you wanna buy an album, check out the label they’re on and make sure it’s not a major or owned by a major or even distributed by a major.

Don’t burn albums from indie label bands, give them the money they deserve.

Don’t go to concerts of bands on major labels, don’t accept free promotional materials of bands on majors. Turn off the fucking MTV. Cancel your rolling stone subscription. Don’t watch the stupid grammys. Let’s let them know how we feel about making music into “product” – selling it like laundry detergent. Let’s ignore them like they ignore the listener.

I’m off my soapbox now. burn them the hell down, and have a nice day.

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Does anyone know a surefire method for getting yourself up in the morning?

I’ve had trouble with it for years, but having not slept less than nine hours every night in a week, it’s getting stupid.

I already use two alarms – one next to my bed and one across the room next to the coffee maker, which is loaded and fresh on auto brew every morning. And still I can’t get up for the life of me.

You would have been 74.

Happy Birthday, Martin Luther King.

It’s hard sometimes, but I still hold out hope every day that we can see the world you dreamed of.

I have been listening to it a lot, but I didn’t realize until I sat and read along with the lyrics, that the title song off the new Sleater-Kinney album is a fucking masterpiece.

An excerpt:
“Take me to the source of chaos
let me be the butterfly.
Imperfect symmetry
has underlying poetry and rhyme.”

and that’s just the first few lines of the chorus. That’s just one song. wow.

BUY – don’t download – this album. They deserve your money. And so does Kill Rock Stars for putting it out.

Let’s Hear it for Gov. George Ryan. Good people do exist, and some of them happen to be Republicans. God Bless Him.

Well, at least I was up before noon today. Which is good ’cause I have to be on campus by noon…

That printer that was the source of woe before I left? It’s up now. When I pulled it back out of the box, the bottom half fell off and hit the floor. Luckily, it hit on a huge pile of clothes in the middle of my messy ass room. It took a half hour to get it back together…

I was almost ready to write it off as being a total piece of shit, then I started printing with it, and it’s quite adequate. I’m satisfied.

God, there’s so much going on in my life, but I think I’ve lost the ablitity to set down anything that’s not a complete story on paper.

one of the reasons I’m not a frequent LJ updater is not because I have nothing to say, rather that I have so much to say I don’t know where to start.

In other news, where the fuck did CH go? I hope she comes back, I miss her.

So I was back in Indiana for two weeks and change with no reliable way of keeping up with y’all. I sorta was able to scan what was going on with everyone.

But I didn’t get a chance to really dig into the meat of what everyone was saying or anything.

I’m back in LA now. And I have some free time before school starts (six days…) so I might be able to catch up.

BTW, Doing 40 hours straight through with Jed (I didn’t drive enough of it because I was sleeping most of the time, sorta peeved him off – justifiably) on the way back to the midwest was intense enough.

Turning around and doing it again two weeks later (and this time being a good travel partner), that’s just fucking crazy.