meet the band

Well, thanks to my fancypants digital musical interface, Scott and I have officially started up our band. We are called The Prufrocks. We rock.... with hard cocks. Ha! Scott has laid claim to that moniker, though. All we need to do now is write us up some songs.

Me: Vocals, guitar, cello, unintentional background noise
Scott: Vocals, keyboard/synth, mandolin, violin, theremin?

i am in love with a man whose name i can't spell

On St. Patty's day, friends and I went to the Pabst to see Loney, Dear and Of Montreal. Stupifyingly good. In fact, our dear group's dance efforts were spotted by Loney, Dear and they said they appreciated it. Those Swedes. Always so kind. Kevin Barnes, fortunately, kept it in his pants for this show. Hooray! Instead, he merely pranced about in leotard onesies and other such assorted finery. Glam rock, how I love thee. This was my first show for either of these bands, and I must say that I adore them both so hard.

Et eez here! Et eez here! My firewire 410 digital recording interface came! It came all over the place! Ha ha... ehhh. So fun, it is. So much so, that I'm cutting this post short and throwing down some homemade folk guitar goodness. Really, though.

a visit

I got accepted at Columbia. Huzzah! In fact, there was an open house there today that I visited. It was overrun with scenesters, indie kids, and the like. What a refreshing change. At MSOE, I facebooked "Bright Eyes" under bands and got six hits. Six hits, for Christ's sake. Two or three for Elliott Smith, zero for the Decemberists, and zero for Neutral Milk Hotel. This was out of a student body of 2500. Definitely not my sort of place.

Anyways, the visit was quite the time - their photo lab(s) are huge. And state of the art. And awesome. I was not really planning on living in the student dorms, they're a bit too expensive for my taste. So, I was planning on sharing an apartment with a couple of guys from CLS. How fun.

nothing doing

It has been a little while, and I'm not sorry. My brothers are home from school, and the house seems a lot smaller now. Which is good. I had forgotten how fun it was to have them around.

I know this is all disjointed, but this is how it is, I guess. So I'll just come out and say it - I want to like my sister. I really want to have her be my friend, and to be cool. But it really hurts that I can't. I can see what she can be, and what she chooses to be, and it makes me sad. She chooses to be this spoiled cheerleader type, but... I don't know. It's a waste.