The new, the new and improved lucky you

Mmm Cup...

One of my new cups, in my new house, in my new town, my new life.

Tyler, we're going to miss you.

Tyler and Adam

So it seems that everyone is leaving. Which is fine, I'm gone in 3 days, thank goodness. I don't think I can stand it here another minute.  I've never been so excited about change.

It's time.

Hungover On A Tuesday ~ Dredg

So long to the end and stormy weather
It's time for a cleansing
Nice try, but you can't avoid this forever
You know it makes you feel good

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
You'll want to be sure
That this is really you

So long since I can't even remember
It's time for renewal
You know that you won't have fun after
You know it makes you feel good

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
You'll want to be sure
That this is really you

Fell towards the fire
Shielding myself from sin
Things are looking brighter
This is the way I want to live

So long to the end and stormy weather
It's time for a cleansing
Nice try, but you can't control me forever

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
I'll always be sure
You'll want to be sure
So long to the end
You'll always be there
But you are gone to me

Hour after hour, our work is never over.

Kingston in December.

The music is so obvious right now; I love it. I can't walk properly, but I can feel the music? It's everywhere, in the smallest and darkest corners of my body, places that are easily forgotten about. Places that only a lover would pay attention too. The previous statement was not ment to be be filthy one.

This feeling comes and goes. As I said earlier this evening I take out my soul before I go to work and it lays on my bed and waits for me. Everything feels better when I put her back where she belongs. I feel bad about leaving her home alone all day, it's almost in-human. I just can't subject her to a day in my work place, she might die, and that would be worse then leaving her behind.

so cliche, but so nice.

Muse, baby. Muse.

Music is my not so secrect lover.

This summer I got an excellent opertunity to go to an awesome indie music festival called the Back Meadows Music Festival (BMMF). Held out in a meadow in Douro. For those of you who don't know where or what Duoro is, that's not really improtant (I just sorta, live there...).

It was really great. Invitation only event (next year guys, please a map on the back of the invite? We drove around for like fourty minutes trying to find your place) to keep the trouble makers out, very handy, very safe; names where taken with ticket numbers, when we left our car was checked to make sure no one was driving drunk and to see if we could give anyone a life into town and if we were coming back. Very friendly, very nice ^-^

While we were there, I ran into a few people I knew from working downtown for a few years, one person from high school and friends of people that I know.  Acutally the first real act was a young lady named Sarah that lives down the road from me, I used to help coach her horse back riding lessons and let her show my horse for a couple seasons. I didn't actually see her, I was half passed out on a blanket in the meadow next to the stage. But what I heard of her I really enjoyed, I was pleased to see she turned out to be a pretty awesome person (with mass amounts of musical talent).  

The next best thing happend later on in the day, a band called The Burning Hell restored my faith in the local talent. They were pretty awesome, but then agian any band with a cello is automatically 
put on the awesome list in my mind. They were different anc catchy, which is what I
look for when I'm getting into new music. i can't really describe there catch, but 
it made my ears happy and that's all I need really. 

You can check them out only on myspace right now (unfortuatly..). But seriously, do it. http://www.myspace.com/mathiaskom

I another awesome character slowly crept onto the stage. His name Curtis Eller, of New York. If my friend Nick and Borat had a love child, it would be this man (which makes me laugh out loud every time I make this comparison). He was so unique, it made me smile from ear to ear just watching him. He played the elecrtic banjo (how freakin' sweet is that?!), and played what I can only describe as alternative/folk/acousitic? Yeah, that's pretty accurate.

Right now the only place I can find him is also on myspace.com, for realz give him a listen listen.
http://www.myspace.com/curtiseller

I would just like to thank the three mentioned above for making the weekend of July the 21st a lovely one.

New job?

My tanned footsie.

Yeah, I got a new job and look what it's doing to me....

They call me Chevron.  Apparently it's cute, I really don't think so.  See the tanned part, that's what my leg looks like now- but only until just above my knee. Then it goes back to being pasty as anything. It acutally looks like two different legs, I laugh almost every time I look down. 

I'm pretty sure my new bosses hate my guts, which is ok, I'm getting a pretty good time. You should see my back really, it's like a rainbow. It goes from super tanned to burned, to pasty to a darker burn.  I get laughed at a lot..