tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54928482012-01-30T12:46:03.345-04:00I Kan't SpellJVMMnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-1452245039910989432012-01-30T12:32:00.004-04:002012-01-30T12:46:03.354-04:00I traveled......around the world in hopes of Zen. I found some pot. I found some whores. I saw beatings My country went to war. I lost my nerve yet - I found my spine. I coveted unearned wealth And read to sleep divine. I went to the templesAnd I slept with the monks. I laughed with the liarsAnd I cried with the drunks. I trained at the circus...The circus of life. I questioned my moralsAnd slept with your JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-36813192505841630902012-01-17T16:33:00.002-04:002012-01-17T16:41:01.104-04:00Man juggleI often ask myself, "What is it to be a man?"Is it being honest?Is it fighting for your country?Is it being able to fix and drive a big rig? Is it being able to fight?Is it providing your family?Is it having a steady set of beliefs and never wavering on them?I have no idea personally. I can only tell you what it feels like to try. There is no answer in life. There aren't any clear cut paths. You JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-21487826646684177912012-01-12T10:20:00.002-04:002012-01-12T10:28:11.476-04:00Tromian ImaginationThere was a time and a place that magic lived. It was before the mind developed into something that lacked whimsy. We had the Johnny Walker Black character to lead us by the hand and and poke out in front of our eyes with his cane. "There lies the last of the Tromians. Do not disturb them. They have no need for you. But they keep you safe."His gold hat and gold pants and tuxedo jackets seemed so JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-71414857788665509592012-01-10T17:50:00.001-04:002012-01-10T17:51:30.990-04:00Hurrah hurrahShe was saying "Hurrah! Hurrah!"Her mumbled mouth In the corn sunWith 2 toe headed children poking at her kneesI always thought it was funnyTo be celebrating hurrying.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-53370866900371843472012-01-09T16:16:00.002-04:002012-01-09T16:24:27.299-04:00I asked onceI asked once, while I was sitting and looking out of a coffee shop window, a window - by-the-by - that I never wanted to be sitting in front of (a coffee shop - how preposterous). Anyway... I asked once "What is it you like about that?"She replied, "I don't know." And I had no idea where to take the conversation from there. I looked out the coffee shop window, hating that moment. I hated the JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-28796044660694485842012-01-09T16:14:00.003-04:002012-01-09T16:15:30.267-04:00Glimpses: 49<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-79838153448805449222011-12-09T11:53:00.002-04:002011-12-09T11:54:50.925-04:00Is there a reason...to keep this... I don't think so. My brain doesn't work in this way any more.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-47769075935563904382011-06-27T15:23:00.001-03:002011-06-27T15:26:06.289-03:00Glad TidingsMarching down roads of cold swollen stonesYou often come to a perchWhere the feet of friends melt the heat. You have glad tidings for all. You have empty glasses and side carsSide bars, side glances, sides. It's all very real. And it's all very not what you thought...When you were 7 and uttered the words, "I can't wait until I'm older."I'll lay you down low Beneath my feet With glad tidings.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-1014262164220898292011-06-22T10:58:00.000-03:002011-06-22T10:59:41.064-03:00What to do...There is no more fireThere are no synapsesThere is only today...tomorrow......Easter......3 day weekend......nothingWhat to do...Why is your brain so useless?Why is there no energy?Why do you lie?Why do you not just be an animal?Why do you not just be an animal?Why do you not just be an animal?Why do you not just be an animal?Why do you not just wear flannel?I have no idea who this person is any JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-15699383477410905982011-05-31T09:42:00.001-03:002011-06-01T09:44:18.422-03:00Ratchety SmashityRatchety Smashity was my toy robot.He managed to smash,Then ratchetHe went through town finding children to smash. SMASH!SMAHERS!SMASH YOU!"I sorry.I ratchet you."He's my favorite toy. He makes no sense. He hates his existence. He has no idea how it will all end. Ratchety Smashity know what the fuck is up.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-55192655296244724892011-04-18T14:16:00.003-03:002011-04-18T14:27:19.986-03:00Where Perfume LingersEach morning the God damn dog brought him an orange from the grove. Like clockwork this gnarled shaggy dog would bring him a just dropped orange from almost one mile from his front step. He would grab the dogs face when he would come in and jump on the bed. Sometimes covered with mud... sometimes wet with rain or slobbering. He would grab his face and curse him almost every morning... but then JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-83843691639520347062011-04-11T09:40:00.003-03:002011-04-11T09:41:48.009-03:00Salt Water Stomach BluesYou had a flashRight thereWhen that moment was fresh. You had a flash Right thereDon't come out with less. Your waste in the water Not too coldBut the waves on your shouldersRemind you of loveColdWarmBestBest Warm ColdThat's how it goesWith the salt water stomach blues.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-12622142912884580062011-03-29T13:56:00.002-03:002011-03-29T13:59:03.267-03:00Dimes to QuartersDirty corners on the dimewhere the lint attached itself to hopes. Spent so unwisely in a wishing fountain. A wishing fountain made of porcelainIn Spain, or in France, or in Baltimore. The dime held no value. The quarters were all gone. In the wish box. Spent so unwisely in a machine. A bolt turning machine made of steel and glass. In balls, and bands, and stickers. Deal out the wishes.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-23903594831376031712011-02-03T11:12:00.002-04:002011-02-03T11:16:43.551-04:00Not Nary a SighNot nary a sighTo the tune of thine eye. With the whispers that flyThere lay nary a sigh. Not nary a sighFrom which to tryNot mouth to run 'gapeNo form took shapeNot nary a sighFrom your heaving thighAs you took and gaveFor our love to paveNot nary a sighWas heard from highThe Angels breath coldA love hath yet foldNot nary a sighFrom the time you criedNot nary a sighNot nary a sighJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-11998233245716538562011-01-25T10:56:00.001-04:002011-02-03T10:59:05.517-04:00Witches Make You LookWalking along the sidewalkAt nightIn the suburbsThere was this fingerIn the treesPointing onwardPointing outwardPointing for me to follow. I ran with wet youthful sweatI ran with the damp back of a childheadI ran with knobby kneesWithout skillI ran home. I ran all the way to the place where a witch would come. I ran all the way to the pointing place. I ran all the way back to what I knew. I lied.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-88530494995294208172010-12-29T16:32:00.001-04:002010-12-29T16:32:55.647-04:00Jeff Lewis makes me happyJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-81101511592923244412010-12-15T15:17:00.001-04:002010-12-15T15:22:00.902-04:00The Origin of Love - Word on the Street Says It's in TownJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-90595817952685434512010-12-01T17:40:00.002-04:002010-12-01T17:44:56.733-04:00Night time. Day time.Night time. Day time.In this timeThere is no rightThere is no wrongThere is only now and heart. Night time. Night time.Comes timeWith whispers of whipping sheets. Blowing across farm lawns in the debt of the darkwhere there is no credit. There is only what your heartbeats out to the world. Take me. Take me. Please me. Night time. Day time. Day time. Run around like wobbling lemons.Bumping into JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-24887334117415732662010-11-30T12:18:00.005-04:002010-11-30T12:30:09.291-04:00No expertI have no right to tell anyone what to do with their lives. There is nothing I myself have accomplished. But there are certain brave truths to live through. One would be to be no expert. There is no God. There is a God. There is no freedom. There is freedom. Don't hide in a cloud of smoke. Don't cry on the shoulder of faux love. Don't pander to the lower masses. Don't clap at the mediocre just JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-54475444153643917442010-11-29T09:16:00.003-04:002010-11-29T09:19:26.443-04:00Inch Speakinches don't becomes yards for no reason they have to be the ones that look back at you and finally say with breath so soft "its been so long since you've even thought about taking full measure for me and while you have no desire to be anything more than a passive observer to my plight i implore you to understand that an inch to a yard is much like your life to most your most to worst and your JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-22817461203624869392010-11-16T12:39:00.002-04:002010-11-16T12:48:09.626-04:00Where and WhenSpace is vacant from white. You'd be surprised how that sounds. Baby sounds mock smiles. Youthful greed is starting to creep in. Lamenting on tracks that have no end, Can give you the tears that aren't warm. You have memories for the same reason you have cans of soup. Just in case you stop living. The soft whimpering of the high-five days, Comes to a close with the short breaths of age. Mirrors JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-50141363939996096792010-11-09T17:38:00.003-04:002010-11-09T17:42:01.026-04:00You Were WaitingIn the nighttime oneness,Between sleep and wake,There is this commitment to the dayThat betrays everything. With every letterthere is only one moreto not take pen as bride nor tear the groom. In pools of Fanta sodathere are reasons to kickwhat somber men only find in their Halloween bag. With me you'll find black birds and night gowns. You'll hear lies and nightingales. You'll be hugely JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-33331331185466904812010-10-13T09:13:00.002-03:002010-10-13T09:18:40.241-03:00Distant WhiskeyI can feel it coming at me. This need to drink alone. It's not a bad thing. It's just a part of what life needs. I can smell it in the air. The cinnamon rolls that drive you to remember tears. It's not a bad thing. It's just part of life. I can taste that distant whiskey running down my throat ready to makeme think a different way. Making it ok to feel sad again. Making it ok to be fragile. I canJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-48019477052964376302010-09-28T10:56:00.002-03:002010-09-28T11:06:47.158-03:00Blog coming to a close....?It's a possibility... it's not as if I write in here any more any way. And judging by the traffic it's as though anyone is coming back to check it out... not saying they should given the amount of attention I have given this once cathartic, and then egomaniac, and then albatrossian, and then flap jack of a writing environment.I feel like I still have things to say or at least want to keep track JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-10614927791367476522010-08-26T13:33:00.003-03:002010-08-26T13:33:59.488-03:00I'm married fools!Get some...Possible things of interest to come...JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-88972410916028860972010-07-20T10:15:00.001-03:002010-07-20T10:15:41.945-03:00One of our Readings!Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowersin summer, and love, but underneath is rock.Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae,older than plasm altogether is the soul underneath.And when, throughout all the wild chaos of loveslowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocksof two human hearts, two ancient rocks,a man's heart and a woman's,that is JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-3852767530825428172010-06-22T16:15:00.003-03:002010-06-22T16:25:44.672-03:00Moving OnThe onley way to keep yourself moeving on is toe forget that youe have anye rules.I was once just like youAs you danced in the street.God touched soul for minutes of a youth.God touched hair and eyes;Beautiful. Special creature that "youth"... Chasing us down the drain. The dots better be right and not the feathers. I'm coming back in a youth caste, Coming back to play with you, Coming back to JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-42173232242253958702010-06-04T10:03:00.000-03:002010-06-04T10:04:04.464-03:00The InchingThere was an inching taking place. It was painful to watch. It was painful to think that someone was watching me watch. When I was a child I used to think everyone was insane. That part left me. But somehow it was replaced with the idea that I now see myself from that child's point of view and think, "I'm crazy." There was an inching taking place. It was difficult to measure. It was difficult to JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-22252408920385779292010-05-17T18:19:00.001-03:002010-05-17T18:21:12.350-03:00When the Man Comes AroundFor a Father close to Father's day - take it easy old man. I hope your crazy head and heart find a home one day. The world's a tough place - shameful you couldn't figure it out - this is my testament to your legacy. JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-73884247568951814182010-05-03T18:04:00.003-03:002010-05-04T13:49:34.524-03:00Resenting DirtDirt is everywhere.It's on my shoes and in my hair. It's on the back of all my records. It's on my couches and in my sleep. This dirt can't be cleaned because it's who I am. It's the DNA of my spine. It's the urine and spit of my extent. There is no dirt relief. There is no dirt doctor. There is only cleaner mud versions of the dirt. It makes my back ache. It makes my hair fade. It makes me drinkJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-5870609796476594142010-04-08T11:44:00.002-03:002010-04-08T11:50:38.301-03:00The Streets of BaltimoreOne of my faves - - Well I sold the farm to take my woman where she used to beWe left our kin and all our friends back there in TennesseeAnd I bought those one way tickets she had often begged me forAnd they took us to the streets of BaltimoreWell her heart was filled with gladness when she saw those city lightsShe said the prettiest place on earth was Baltimore at nightWell a man feels proud to JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-89734781377120295302010-04-06T11:11:00.000-03:002010-04-06T11:13:53.331-03:00Arlo"Do you get too old to scold?"The little boy ran down the hall singing the sing-song line in his head. He thought he was in the clear. It was something that he had heard his parents say in the kitchen nook. They thought they were shielded by the silence of the house but the boy had come down to get a glimpse of his punishment. "He's too goddamn old to scold." "No he isn't. The shit he does... theJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-34445111415888537412010-03-31T11:25:00.002-03:002010-03-31T11:29:15.680-03:00New York Word AssociationThis massive ghost of ironComes up on you with stenchand riches. The loaded old drunk of America. No wonder I love it so. No wonder New York and I are secret lovers. Shhhh Baltimore. Go back to sleep. Shhhh it's ok. I'm just lustingfor the cheese drips and the lavish trips. Shhhh little Harbor - of course you are still the one. ShhhhOh Big Apple why do you alure me with your streets that smell JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-64045829532190034142010-03-29T09:44:00.004-03:002010-03-29T09:49:49.381-03:00Spring RainStartsStopsNewGreen bones with blue bloodOldCeaseFastIron flavored crakling lipsDartTurnSnapJealous moments rise from ignorant fogStompScreamTapAgitation over vinegar mixed with the reddest of tomatoesGinIceGlassBegin anew - a boy with no colorStartsStopsBornAll times tangledJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-10668085253653869432010-03-07T21:26:00.003-04:002010-03-07T21:29:41.174-04:00Can Spam Man CanThe Can Spam Man CanCan he Ran? Nan!Can he sand?NanBut Dan can - Dan can ran and sand. Let's look at all the wasted;All the washed up momentscaught in a net created by definitions. The Can Spam Man Can FarewellFarewellFarewell Waving to the boat Watching FarewellFarewellLet's look at our own hands;Count the fingers that have countedso many times Exactly what went wrong. The Can Spam Man CanJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-26862838021996713012010-02-08T10:10:00.001-04:002010-02-08T10:10:50.194-04:00Snow TimeJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-17487194434266577142010-02-01T16:11:00.001-04:002010-02-01T16:11:55.310-04:00Top of the PopsThere are certain flashes That will haunt you forYour entire life. I have many of these. They are countableCountless for effect.Doubtless for clarity. Fathers, kisses, and faces. Doubtless of timeCountless in minutes to be missedThey are faded by new flashesYour entire life.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-18813299934116338202010-01-14T13:14:00.002-04:002010-01-14T13:15:56.234-04:00...has an idea...For a new website -- it's going to be about Baltimore, it's history, and where all that history comes from...I am looking to coincide it with Google Maps, some photos, and even some 360 sattelite stuff - all courtesy via Google - stay tuned - I don't have a name for it - but Erin and I are leaning towardsBaltimoreNerd.comJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-67789244111538334372010-01-07T17:17:00.002-04:002010-01-07T17:24:09.744-04:00An open Letter to GladysDearest Loretta,I always meant to change that nickname I so quickly gave you to "Glenda" - for the "good witch" but I never got around to righting that incorrect nickname naming. With that said - I guess we never got around to doing a lot of the things we probably both dreamed of sharing. We did however get to do some things... things that were very special to me. We knew each other only for a JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-28432859226369408852009-12-14T11:21:00.000-04:002009-12-14T11:22:29.382-04:00Good for the HeartCathartic being never writing. Cathartic screaming in the alley of God's ears. All of the things that make life hard evaporate to make life clean. In the depth of your gut - where the knots tie and the acid builds there is your fortitude. When you get hit - you should get up. When you get up - you should hit back. When you hit back - you should win. When you win - you should be gracious and JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-31234109350595328082009-12-02T10:06:00.001-04:002009-12-02T10:06:58.514-04:00ShowSunday January 17thThe Dutchess And The DukeJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-86192207894340985622009-11-10T12:06:00.005-04:002009-11-11T10:02:14.735-04:00Chapter 14 - Music Makes Me CryWhen I think I can reach something and yet can't attain it - whether it be some sort of emotion, or reasoning - I get sad. I get sad when I can't express myself in any special way. As if there is nothing special about me any more. I think this is some animalistic base level emotion that has caused me a ton of heartache over the years. It's almost as though you toss permanently in a boat without JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-54472106166111693322009-10-29T14:37:00.001-03:002009-10-29T14:38:37.003-03:00KindleLove in front of fire,Nothing, but to admire.Time in all stands still.Joy clasped with God's Will.In a house with loveYou are home.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-912630044249385902009-10-14T15:22:00.001-03:002009-10-14T15:23:02.499-03:00Jackson BrowneGot tix! Haven't seen him 7 years. Should be a great acoustic show!JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-84737487672469505102009-10-07T13:45:00.002-03:002009-10-07T13:46:19.745-03:00Get Your Big Brother OnSpeed Cameras in baltimore - what a sick fucking joke. I really hate America most days. It's a shameful state of affairs to be levied tax by electronics... I can't wait until people just start smashing these. If I knew where they were - I would smash them... 1 33rd Street EB @ The Alameda 2 The Alameda SB @ 33rd Street 3 Caton Ave NB @ Benson Avenue 4 Caton Ave SB @ Benson JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-75626222433408752302009-10-01T09:04:00.001-03:002009-10-01T09:04:52.142-03:00Underated = Warren ZevonJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-69831812481948350542009-09-24T11:16:00.002-03:002009-09-24T11:19:06.046-03:00Chapter 13 - BaltimoreI haven't completed it yet - and I also - since it'll only be published on the Internet - want to paid a song with every chapter... I mean - why not use the new medium like it's supposed to be used. Hell, my friend Tim does whole stories with JUST pictures... and they aren't like cartoons - they are just pictures... anywayI haven't decided how I want to juxtapose this chapter and I want to work JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-92056160269956428282009-09-24T09:18:00.003-03:002009-09-24T09:29:31.279-03:00Chapter 12 - "Good I want to sit outside"As I get older I look back and see how little I have actually changed. There is a strange part of my persona that ALWAYS feels as though it doesn't belong. Or as though it doesn't deserve what is currently happening. It always feels that it is on the outside while people on the inside are showing that true love and friendship that is echoed in movie. Life tends to always feels like a lie. It's JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-997212093127660112009-09-22T16:09:00.003-03:002009-09-22T16:30:38.140-03:00Upcoming "large" shows --Saturday 7 NovemberTravis - Joes Pub, New York, NY, US An Evening with Fran Healy & Andy Dunlop* a good time to get back up to NYCTed LeoWashington, DC - Thursday - 12/03/2009 @ The Black Cat | Doors: 8PM. $15. All Ages. *love Ted leoOttobar10/10 Blitzen Trapper and Wye Oak (rightfully voted Baltimore's best band... but... sadly... that doesn't really mean anything... lol - Dan Deacon burned the JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-34652597491633008292009-09-21T16:13:00.002-03:002009-09-21T16:20:07.221-03:00Chapter 11 - 6 Foot Fences Make Good NeighborsThis chapter came out pretty well - it was about my pets as a kid but then it turned into more about how we never had guests at my house growing up. We never had family there or family friends after the time I was 6 or 7. We didn't know our neighbors. I didn't have any friends or go to the same school with people who lived closely around me. It wasn't until I was 12 or 13 that I developed JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-30169044175784350022009-09-08T11:16:00.002-03:002009-09-08T11:26:47.116-03:00Chapter 10 - Friends: The Dream Theater of the Setting SunI love male friendships. I really do. I find that they not only have filled a void in my lack of family life but they have also given me rigor, stability, and a code by which to live by. Unfortunately, most friendships are 100% bullshit. Most of the time I find that the people you are friends with - are just people that you happened to be in close proximity to and not really anyone that you can JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-87594990578839147252009-09-01T21:56:00.003-03:002009-09-01T22:14:07.732-03:00Chapter 9 - WorkWork has always been a large part of my life. There have been two main paradigms of thought when it came to work... My Mother a Puritan Quakeresque worker with limited but honest and deep emotions. My Father with hippiesque wastefulness of talent followed up by a shallow and wide river of constant emotion steeped in knowledge for which to hinder those from seeing the true depths. Work has been JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-69703512949034070842009-08-27T11:30:00.002-03:002009-08-27T11:39:14.115-03:00Chapter - 8 - Skipping Through Poppy Fields of FailureGrowing up poor can be very gray. You don't really understand what rich is... you don't really understand what poor is either. You are just a kid but every once in a while something creeps in that defines your place in a classis Earth. The chapter was written as a color illusion in 4 hues...(I wanted it to feel like the Dream Theater in Steppenwolf a little...) the green hue section talks about JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-2763876325637888262009-08-19T10:34:00.002-03:002009-08-19T10:38:53.016-03:00Chapter 7 - This wasn't made for you...The more I hang out in my old early and mid-20's haunts... and the more shows I go to etc... the more I realize that certain things are BUILT for certain people... whether they are building them for a certain age and discretionary income level or for a state-of-mind... I feel as though when I look at them now... I have no attachment or love for them. Crowded bars, clubs, concerts, small concerts JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-44221379456960194732009-08-13T09:27:00.001-03:002009-08-13T09:29:47.941-03:00EngagedERIN AND I ARE ENGAGED - in case any of my family or friends didn't already know. Thanks to her family for helping me plan the suprise and allowing me to propose in front of everyone at their house... Also thanks to all my friends and family who have called to wish wonderful things. It's going to be a magical wedding full of love and laughter. More details to come... I would write something superJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-61917099526400932172009-07-28T11:06:00.002-03:002009-07-28T11:09:07.992-03:00Chapter 6I took an excerpt from the Chapter - which up to this point is one of my favorites. It talks about my trips to the south and my unique look into Southern culture and being alone with my Mother at the beach. It also recants a time when I asked "Is there a God" when I was 10 and God showed me a sign... literally. "The smell of the south is the smell of God's laundry." I didn't read that anywhere - JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-31837568537342886742009-07-20T14:13:00.002-03:002009-07-20T14:14:50.369-03:00Chapter 5 - The Hodge Podge of Dizzy DeanChapter 5 was a lot of baseball stuff. It didn't turn out too great. I never really got down to the bedrock of what I was trying to say and somewhere in the middle it kind of sad that I was writing about 12 year old baseball in such reverance. LOL - anyway - stuffsJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-25205862845417575062009-07-13T17:41:00.002-03:002009-07-13T17:49:32.165-03:00Chapter 4 - On a train bound for nowhere...Chapter 4 didn't tell an individual story and it didn't hope to grasp an idea - as Chapter 3 did - instead it told of the beginning of a journey... of an affair really - with a mistress that I find most cruel but most intoxicating... GAMBLING. Those who know me know that I love to gamble. And most know why. My father was a gambler and a handicapper and a dreamer and a free spirit. The last two JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-15393315670360885522009-07-10T08:50:00.000-03:002009-07-10T08:51:41.260-03:00Rootbeer and SandwichesHands in the nightTouch and beds seemWarm and cool; same.She senses me uneasyAnd wraps her arms Around me. Starting my day withthe best of feelings. Love anew.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-68293901277201000702009-07-09T13:24:00.002-03:002009-07-09T13:33:46.537-03:00Chapter 3 - The DivideI wrote Chapter 3 in 3 mornings in a row at work - I usually get in at about 730 and I write a paragraph and then do some work and write another and then have a smoke and think about it all...This last paragraph was about how hard it is to lose friends when you go about being good at something or loving something else. When you are young and your parents put you in a position to achieve somethingJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-81855951180173318902009-07-02T11:23:00.003-03:002009-07-02T11:30:43.035-03:00Chapter 2...Sort of fell apart... but that's ok. Usually when I write it starts out as just one image... the image for this chapter was my Father jostling me back and forth in his Oldsmobile as we drove up Philadelphia road coming home from baseball game. It had an L seat and I used to roll from one side to the other laughing... laughing so hard I would beg to stop. I remember the sweet smell of the grass JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-48190632465065232732009-06-30T15:46:00.002-03:002009-06-30T15:53:28.006-03:00Chapter 1 is done...It wasn't too bad - - it made me cry and it made me laugh. It's 19 pages which I think is a healthy chunk - -Nothing like writing autobiographical bullshit to make you feel full of yourself. Some names are changed but this far it has the feel of a David Sedaris type prose - -obviously not as good and no...metaphorical lisp. The next chapter is called "Jostled... until I cried."I hope all is well JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-84849931933612664132009-06-22T19:15:00.003-03:002009-06-22T19:26:11.789-03:00Memoirs of a Lower Middle Class Man Looking at 30There has been this gnawing aching feeling in the back of my head to just let my fingers crush a keyboard. Since I stopped drinking and general tom foolery my brain has come back to life... (only when I get things under control at work though - kind of like today). I doubt anyone would want to read it but I feel like my story is one that should be put down on paper. I think it's funny. I think I JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-76366918723393555112009-06-18T08:55:00.000-03:002009-06-18T08:56:16.933-03:00Before the DelugeSome of them were dreamersAnd some of them were foolsWho were making plans and thinking of the futureWith the energy of the innocentThey were gathering the toolsThey would need to make their journey back to natureWhile the sand slipped through the openingAnd their hands reached for the golden ringWith their hearts they turned to each others heart for refugeIn the troubled years that came before JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-47538596510842662862009-06-03T16:37:00.002-03:002009-06-03T16:40:13.570-03:00FranceI will be in France from the 6th - 14th - so... yep - it's not the France you are thinking about with like French stuff - imagine Pennsylvania - the middle of it - and then plop some French people there and have good food... that's the part of France I'm headed to... which is nice... but you know... I like a nice urban adventure more than anything...BonAveraderWeidersehenIf you want something - JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-62621761794643781602009-05-25T11:41:00.002-03:002009-05-25T11:43:26.091-03:00DelicateSad bastards at work day... lol - got into a track.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-77884373836665163332009-05-20T12:44:00.000-03:002009-05-20T12:45:46.755-03:00Thirteen: A keeperJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-58376843544086833872009-05-12T17:11:00.002-03:002009-05-12T17:13:13.074-03:00Favorite Will Ferrell Sketch Some people like cowbell, and some Gordon's Fisherman - and whatever else he's famous for - but bang for my buck - it doesn't get better than this...Neil Diamond StorytellersUploaded by JimGoodwine - See more comedy videos.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-29880242417234728432009-05-12T12:50:00.004-03:002009-05-12T13:20:57.424-03:00Jackson Browne: Your Bright Baby BluesThe poor man's Dylan he is... but - I have to tell you - he was an amazing middle tier song writer. Straight forward and beautiful. Jackson Browne wrote songs like I would have wanted to write - - he captures very complicated emotions and boils them down to a desire or a very basic metaphor making it easy for stupid people like me to relate to something so wonderful. If it weren't for Jackson JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-33894447467930713382009-05-07T09:05:00.002-03:002009-05-07T09:07:17.080-03:00It's Been RainingOne of my favorite Rain songs - - and man it's been raining for a while now. Hope all is well out in the world. We leave for Florida next wed. for the Rhodes / Fonock wedding and will be there through Sunday and then... wait... house warming at the end of the month and the France. Drop me a line.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-31836853886121318442009-04-30T17:36:00.001-03:002009-04-30T17:36:44.267-03:00This always makes me laughJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-82766865911956323702009-04-27T08:25:00.001-03:002009-04-27T08:25:41.067-03:00ErinThere is no better test of love's aimAs to be near her forgiveness. Sour patches erased with the warmthof Spring smiles are marks I strive for. To make her laugh is to make peace for yourself. The joy of a pure soul hangs effortlessly from her life. The charm and beauty of a true love Wrapped up in one package named Erin. Take time to sound your love...All passions have written. All truths JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-25828172803278292152009-04-20T15:08:00.003-03:002009-04-20T15:30:14.664-03:00Best Bar in America?http://www.esquire.com/bestbars/bb-BrewersArt I don't know about this one. I mean - I like Brewers - I do. I always have. I remember the first time I went there back in 2000 with Mike Oliver. It was a Friday night and not many people were there. You could sit at the bar. They were playing a mix of the Sex Pistols, Old School Hip Hop, Death Metal, and Sinatra. I remember saying to Mike, "This is JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-72403033248178659652009-04-13T14:17:00.001-03:002009-04-13T14:18:28.088-03:00Revival - Thanks GladysI used to really hate CCR and especially Fogerty - - ugh I hated that guy...But - I love this song JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-82403117137220191152009-04-13T11:10:00.004-03:002009-04-13T13:13:52.165-03:00Tunes et al - Started moving stuff to the house - it's amazing how many boxes one book case is. Walking down the street yesterday and moving the boxes I think I fell in love with the house for the first time - well the first time - since I first saw it - but it was springtime. The trees were in bloom. There were kids on bikes, mother's with strollers and the walkway and the grass just sorta felt like home for JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-6380713234871255692009-04-08T14:30:00.001-03:002009-04-08T14:31:24.946-03:00NewsSmog will be performing at Sound Garden on 4/16... Get some. City Tom. House today. CHAMPAGNE !City SundaySt Mary's SaturdayWilliams is fighting at DuBurns on Friday - Need a slow down to watch the Masters at some point...JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-18995140083320838882009-04-01T14:31:00.003-03:002009-04-01T14:36:10.833-03:00Songs o the DayLuchenbach TexasCotton FieldJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-65209943320202489002009-03-31T11:28:00.002-03:002009-03-31T11:38:43.534-03:00Updates and AllSo the house has been bought. Started packing this weekend - 8 boxes for one book shelf. And Erin thinks I'm a nerd for categorizing, and the alphabetizing every record, cd, and book that I own. I find it cathartic. Heading to Circus de kooz or whatever that amazing thing is that everyone keeps talking about. Saw Tim on Friday night and went to his play The Cherry Orchard. It was fun and it was JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-17797827373013186002009-03-31T11:26:00.001-03:002009-03-31T11:26:50.546-03:00Updates and AllJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-2977008331865359812009-03-29T10:49:00.000-03:002009-03-29T10:50:29.824-03:00SundayI want to be forgotten andI don't want to be reminded. _JCJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-49219836750958763782009-03-26T09:39:00.003-03:002009-03-26T09:46:25.515-03:00I am officially......taking requests to help us move. Reservations are limited... time is short. If you want to be a part of this exclusive club of movers from 112 to 3541 please let me know ASAP. The moving date has yet to be solidified but rest assured this is a PREMIUM package with Natty Boh, Miller High Life, and shots of tequila if there is time. We may even havr you stay around to help wire the entertainmentJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-64919367260630195342009-03-24T14:52:00.002-03:002009-03-24T14:55:50.567-03:00Random thought todayI am often put off by the inability of art to go after the big pictureOr maybe its the smaller idea that lends itself to the bigger pictureMaybe I can't love the small thingsMaybe a poem about something that just almost gets there bothers me moreIf you lend yourself to writing about how one eats cereal or the coolnees of plums in the ice box...I get thatIf you want to almost write about somethingJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-32548658417119058862009-03-20T09:15:00.003-03:002009-03-20T11:47:19.060-03:00Happy.... ...1st day of spring,...Birthday Dad. Can't wait to move. Party on Saturday should be fun. City Sunday night -JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-3138924115983970652009-03-09T15:47:00.001-03:002009-03-09T15:48:26.056-03:00Just can't waithttp://www.guilfordnews.com/community/Sherwood gardens alone is reason enough to live there... greatest days of my life are coming soon.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-29243202613627320532009-03-09T12:41:00.001-03:002009-03-09T12:41:55.321-03:00Song of the Day - Never Gonna Change - DBTJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-13071541368244417962009-03-06T10:04:00.002-04:002009-03-06T10:12:39.648-04:008.1%Worst unemployment rate in 25 years. Dow will bottom out at 6k. Small business will start to cave after and during the summer. Wal-mart, target, price club, sam’s club - -all good buys. Anyplace that owns real estate - McDonalds, Pepsi Co, etc... cornerstone recession businesses. Poor Mt Vernon and Baltimore in general. They were just hoping to turn the corner and now... all that business that JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-78995084133228189812009-03-05T09:11:00.002-04:002009-03-05T09:13:54.394-04:00Goddamnit Americahttp://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001NXO1YE?ie=UTF8&tag=wd0f-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B001NXO1YEThe lower our culture sinks into some sort of rebellious snort of thunder dome - the more detached I feel towards anything having to do with anything but my family and close friends. I know that's kind of serious - for tattoo Barbie and all - but - the macro lack of JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-88018560866261900652009-03-03T16:48:00.002-04:002009-03-03T17:07:34.883-04:00Why America Loves BookiesMy recent online conversation with Sportbook.com - trying to get your money out of them is like trying to paint a moving car. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Please wait for a site operator to respond. You are currently customer 2 in queue. Thank you for your patience.Hello, my name is Benjamin Boyd. How may I help you today?Bret Holmes: Hi BenjaminBret Holmes: I am trying to get sportsbook all the info JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-84599120693264517602009-02-25T09:16:00.003-04:002009-02-25T09:27:41.217-04:00Obamanomics"90% of the jobs will be in the private sector""Raising taxes for those making over 250k... helping small business"Two unbelievably contradictory statements. If he wasn't such a rock star of a President that precession would have had their way with him... it seems at this point he can do no wrong. I have to admit - for such a... lefty sorta speech I was pretty engaged all the way up to the point JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-71459906301230173332009-02-24T15:38:00.002-04:002009-02-24T15:44:59.523-04:00Ninaday AfternoonMake love to it. Buy the records on Vinyl for no other reason then you should use it to make love to. And then... you know... JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-72187017656517228162009-02-23T18:23:00.001-04:002009-02-23T18:25:50.099-04:00Buy Me: New Benjy Ferreehttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B001NJY5B2/?&tag=savagebeast-20CD Release Friday - Feb 28 2009 9:00PBlack Cat (Record Release!) Washington, DCYeah it's about time.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-32583098654578229562009-02-23T09:00:00.003-04:002009-02-23T09:07:49.150-04:00Our HouseThank you Erin for everything. For making me a better man and for having me start my life with the greatest of expectations. I love you.For those who haven't seen it here is a link to it's own little website. We close at the end of March. We have 5 bedrooms so we'll be expecting guests. lol - but we can't be too loud - because you know... it's Guildford.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-54490983026017814842009-02-19T09:24:00.003-04:002009-02-19T09:31:31.017-04:00Eastbound and DownHoly God. I laughed so hard I woke poor Erin up and then made her watch this morning as we got ready to go to work.More for you - I may not do any work today.JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-32280797131788734882009-02-16T10:35:00.004-04:002009-02-16T10:42:00.822-04:00Travis: And an Empty MansionIf you are going to be at work when no one else is - you may as well play music really loud throughout a 200 year old mansion -- and dance... of course... dance....I love working here when no one else is here - you really feel like you are in a dream - you can run up the carpeted stairs with music blaring and high five the dozens of chandeliers while dancing on top of an antique desk(hoping it JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-15755338259287795002009-02-13T09:44:00.003-04:002009-02-13T10:03:34.750-04:00Saleem and Caleb and BaltimoreI'm pretty sure this is awful but it's interesting - - http://www.myspace.com/calebandsaleemThe song Baltimore is especially...weak. I don't know... I feel like when people talk about Baltimore they seem to think that it's much harder than they think it is. Most of the people that write and perform these songs of hardship or "Baltimorean" songs, live in the most easy-going neighborhoods availableJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-78446371887791938352009-02-13T09:33:00.000-04:002009-02-13T09:34:04.189-04:0018 year old jogsRatcheted up in nightYour sweatMixed lightly with a Kerosene smell.February with lungs full of airWanting to improveFalling to an ideaStripped to the bare boneWith nothing but the pink meatthat hangs off of disregarded Thanksgiving mealsTainted platesTainted wallsThere was nothing I wasn't running forThe breath of tomorrowAlways one step ahead of me.Lungs taking in the old.Eyes watering with eachJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-45740747186169416222009-02-09T08:59:00.002-04:002009-02-09T09:03:29.484-04:00The Grammy Goes to......who the fuck cares? You know you are old when you have to ask people who the people are that are performing at the Grammy awards. Watching Kid Rock perform a song that sounded like poetry written on a bar napkin and then ripping off a Warren Zevon rift only to give homage to some guy somewhere that died and not Zevon himself was like... peeing on an American flag. It was just gross. America JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-85703737031353940452009-02-04T10:04:00.002-04:002009-02-04T10:22:04.441-04:00Shows etc Coming UpWed - Feb 4 - Black Keys - Rams HeadThurs - Feb 12 - Ben Folds - Rams HeadThursday Feb 5 - Lucero - OttobarThursday Feb 5 - Vows (old WZT Hearts) - Talking Headmarch 27, 28 - Moe - Rams HeadSunday - Feb 8 - Cat Power - 930May 11 - Animal Collective - 930March 27 - ASOBI SEKSU - OttobarMarch 11 - Beach House - Coub Stage - SonarThe early spring jams are just around the corner - hopefully I'll get JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-10618224651179420012009-02-03T19:06:00.000-04:002009-02-03T19:07:13.951-04:00Brilliant man... brilliantJVMMnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492848.post-44606958975749010512009-01-29T09:55:00.003-04:002009-01-29T10:01:31.525-04:00Socialism Will Grow in Our HeartsAs America sinks deeper and deeper into what will be the scariest time of my life - socialism and regulation will be on everyone's tongue and the hemp suckers will be calling out to the world for the Government's help. The weak willed liberals and those that can't exist without mommy and daddy and blame everyone else for their problems are now in control of the White House and Congress and soon JVMMnoreply@blogger.com0