JasperJenks

This was their merch guy.

excellent.

then jay reatard totally ruled and rocked out . nananananaaaa!

going out alone.

to look my coolest I wore alex’s joy division shirt - ALWAYS GETS YOU FRIENDS.

the legendary TV SMITH opened up

Bagpipes and Skateboards.

I left work today and did something that’s becoming a fond habit- walked through union square to watch all the skaters and bikers and racers and rollers.

I went to the not so crowded side and hopped up on the concrete ledge to relax with a ciggarette i had purchased from a man on the corner for 50 cents.

The mood was good, the breeze refreshing, and the neon pulsing. A man was playing ‘amazing grace’ on bagpipes and all the skateboarders rolled by.

Nobody payed attention to me and that was just the way i liked it.

everyday i have a moment of this feeling ‘MY GOD HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY TO LIVE IN THIS PLACE?’

I don’t know, but i’m glad i do.

I saw THIS phenomenal band tuesday night at SANTOS.

They killed it with a stellar improv show.

FRUSTRATION!

I DID indeed see Jay Reatard, a week ago! But my camera, like all my technological belongings, has gone dead dead dead dead. my poor pictures are lost in limbo

Everything I own that is the least bit ‘advanced’, (something you have to plug in or put batteries into for life) has been faulty and unreliable.

EXAMPLES:

my computer gets a virus and I can only use it for limited purpose - the internet

My ipod player is a shitty and only works when i push it against an angle

my camera’s screen fucked up and now it won’t work

my IPOD went bananas, in a negative way, and I have lost all my music on it and need to return it to factory settings.

but despite all this complaining I’m totally happy and satisfied.

It’s okay, INFACT GREAT, to detach yourself from all these robot products.

It’s a bummer for sure, but it’s teaching me to not be reliant on technology- it’s faluty, and none of that stuff is tangible.

I lost all my music, but do you realize if I had all my albums on vinyl they’d be BIG and SOLID and I would have them until I physically threw them out. No robot to push me around.

I’ve been reading and writing so much more since I don’t have all these futuristic distractions up in my grill. those are both REAL touchable things.

I think when you do things that are not derived from gadgets and gizmos and electrical outlets it’s replenishing to your soul. it gets back to nature and our human instincts.

Not that reading and writing are so primitive- but in today’s world YES! they sort of are.

So I’m happy, even though it will cost money to fix/replace these things. if it weren’t this it would be something else.

gotta get high somehow

this title is irrelevant, I had to put something and since that was the lyric sung from the song I’m listening to, it seemed appropriate.

maybe it’s not irrelevant, it is at the very least TRUE.

I just got done writing my dad an e-mail.

it’s fun to ramble along about nothing and a little bit of something knowing he’s going to read it but having no idea what he’s going to think about it.

I’m seeing jay reatard tomorrow, I’ll post some photos and write my own synopsis.

maybe that will give some direction to this website.

hopefully the general internet public can be interested in my blithering squabble squabble.

It;s 3:47 am.

I can’t sleep and as my mind wanders I am left thinking of all the people I love and miss. Being reminded of days past and youthful adventures you can’t recreate.

it’s okay, I used to get sad like this when I was very very young, and first understanding the idea of time and aging. I would get sad thinking that “oh my gosh this is the only june 12, 1997 at 5 pm there will ever be!’ and it really freaked me out.

I coped with it by accepting that no there will never be another moment, but there’s a million more to be had.

I keep thinking of my friend leo. he started this site for me you know, we were supposed to make great movies together.

i Miss him alot. but not in a sad way, I know our paths will cross soon enough.

I just think about him and miss him because he’s a very rare type of friend.

I love him.

This photo reminds me of him, but also of where he is going, FAR FAR PLACES. becuase he is so divinely talented.

drip drip drop. time to smoke a cigarette.

NEW YORK CITY , new times

So I’ve been living in New York since February and have really been slacking on this whole endeavor.

But the scandals and adventure I meet here every day are so terrifyingly thrilling I’m not sure if I’m fulfilling my life, or watching it unravel.

I spent the night at a man’s house last night and when I woke, took the train back to my place and told my roommate about it she asked a simple and typical question,

‘What was his name?’

to which I replied with all sorts of nonchalance,

‘Oh I don’t know, but he’s in this band PETER AND THE WOLF’

so there’s a great example for you ladies and slutmen ;

if you can’t remember the name of the man you went home with, knowing the name of his band will do just as well.