2nd all nighter in addy-town

occupy addlestone. i hung out with chloe tonight, unexpectedly. Unexpectedly is a good way to describe what has been developing between us so far. We unexpectedly ran into each other at the library and we unexpectedly made an inside joke leading to an unexpected good time. We unexpectedly keep running into each other although our pool of friends is becoming very similar. She woke me up, unexpectedly, Saturday night when she came home with Chip and i unexpectedly assumed she smoked cigarettes and was a girl with an ego. I unexpectedly saw her this evening and unexpectedly keep hanging out with Charles Nyugen who unexpectedly reached out for my friendship some years ago... I did not respond. She unexpectedly gave me attention as we fled from the slurred mutterings of Alex Collins. She's good at sarcasm, attempting/reading it. She is really swell though, very personal with her touch. She touched my arms multiple times. I especially remember when she said she was a "black girl" and that i should not be afraid to be in a relationship with her, i replied "i don't know, i'm a battered man. black girls have hurt me." she wanted to grab my arm when she mistook the doorway and she wanted to continue the conversation. She walked me as far as she could before she rode off on her bike. We stalled, i stumbled stupidly forgetting about lasting impressions and made a remark of her sister's exboyfriend but she didn't give up. She kissed me on the neck. Maybe she was thinking about doing it before. John Williams met her, so did Jake Klopp. I don't know what that means but man it all means something. It's all so unintentional, unpredictable. I have learned to never to shy away from attention; when a woman shows interest in you, a gentlemen's only motive should be to see that the woman is still interested and that the gentlemen does not fret about other opportunities but the one at hand.
I've been listening to two songs lately, over and over again. I can never seem to stop thinking about them, it's crazy. Yuck's song "Suck" and "The Shakes" by Atlas Sound. They are both so wonderful. Alright, enough procrastinating KC it's time to start concentrating. 2:17 AM... you don't look nice but you could be worse. Let's keep it up. Just found out about shows on the 16th and 17th... pumped.


Gentlemen Don't Yell

Gentlemen don't yell, gentlemen don't yell, whatever you do don't yell. you're a gentlemen. i know, you were really frustrated but don't yell. you always yell. you wanted her to see the whole concert and you yelled. now you'll never know what she was going to say to you. you should have listened and comly told her it wasn't cool. you would have like to have said stay for the rest of the set but then i might have gotten on stage all defeated and played like a defeated scrawny energy-less bass player. although yelling at her got out some rage and kind of possessed you in playing a really good 2nd set gentlemen don't yell. gentlemen don't yell. gentlemen don't yell. i'm sorry charlotte, you do these horrible things to me, even though they are my 'worst nightmares' at the moment i make those conclusions because i know you so damn well so therefore i should think of something witte and short and something that will make you feel horrible. but that won't be a problem seeing we won't be talking very much soon. i want to be friends again someday, i was so surpised how chloe and jack ran into each other so casually and carried off on a nice conversation. i think as soon as i get my seeds in the ground with another girl i'll be like that with her. i also think that i've been in denial for the last month and seeing charlotte bring stephen to the show really shut the door on the coffin. it was a really shitty year we had, a downright awful 2011. i don't know what that means for the future but it more than less says alot of how we function. i just need not to yell anymore at her. ever again. because gentlemen don't yell.


Thinking of nothing

Said old boy you got your leash around his coat
While im on tiger lily
You used to not hesitate to jump into the clear
I was thinking about the time we spent that year
But now I got a kitchen throat
Spending too much time in the smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
A kitchen throat,
Working too hard too never get my vote vote vote vote
A patient tongue,
But it leaves the shop burned burned burned
A patient tongue
Now im about go get on all out before she comes, she comes, she comes


Note to Self: Always Bring a Camera With You

I was walking beside the railway and it hit me. About 100 meters was a pile of things, its purpose unbelievable to my imagination. I walked towards, tranfixed on it. Is there a men there, a stranger made of blankets? I gripped my house keys between my fingers. Under an archway and beside a yard of old scaffoldings was his bungalow. A graffiti painted concret slab was behind his home. Chairs, a coffee table covered by cloth. Books neatly organized and wicker baskets filled with precious things. Miniature stuffed animals. A horse. A beanie baby. I turn around petrified he has returned but it was a one car train slowly passing by. The car has just three passengers seated by the window. We make eye contact. He has created a master bedrom with pieces of felt tied to wooden pegs. Standing about two feet high. Around it is stacked with fur coats, hoodies, flannel blankets. Two pillows on each side, a mirror placed above. A picture of Virgin Mary and her child. It's as if he is separated himself into his own realm, separated from the life outside to the comforts of his little world. Buckets filled with soap. Toothbrushes. Plates in a dry rack. Gas canisters. Sustainable. A carpeted floor. A rock barrier dividing the dimensions of his home from the outside. I do not dare enter his home but I am mystified.


Goldfish Sleep

"turtle island"

How I want our love to know
That inside me she will always grow
In all colors and sizes
You will always remain

"you got the silver" stones
"stray dog freedom" bright eyes

So let him finish every dinner plate
And we watched his tail saying thanks thanks thanks
And we tried to name him
but he ran away
once he knew his freedom was at stake

"don't let it bring you down" neil
"hearts and bones" paul simon

she said why, why don't we drive through the night, we'll wake up down in mexico
tell me why i don't know nothing about, nothing about mexico
tell me why, why you don't love me for who i am, where i am
he said because that's not the way the world is baby, this is how i love you babe, guitar...

"start without me" pedro the lion
"doctor my eyes" jackson browne

fuck the quotes this song is fucking awesome drink a beer already

"under the gun" the killers

i've always wanted to play this song at a party and have everyone look at me and bob their head simultaneously

"somesing" sts9

fuck i actually picked this song next, really? well nevermind i get it

categorical imperative my ass, you went crazy mother fucker
To explain further, Nietzsche thought Kant was a tool for, after all his many great epiphanies, deciding to agree on an universal moral obligation and code that society should acquire. Nietzche thought this bro was going soft as a dick on a cold Tuesday. So Nietzche thinks that believing in things like loving your neighbor, agreeing with martial law, deciding you hate abortion because your momma does, will render you a fucking idiot. One with no creativity in your mind nor the ability to come to your own conclusion about standards in life that you simply follow the ass behind like a cow in line for the butcher. He goes on to say about Kant... (meanwhile 2nd STS9 song in a row is playing). But going back to my further statement under the caption, i do agree with Nietzsche. But the dude did snap one day; a carriage driver was whipping his horse and Nietzsche dropped his groceries to hug, protect the horse and yelled nonsense until someone pulled him away. And to the insane asylum he went...

“Duty”… impersonal and universal – phantom expressions of decline, of the final exhaustion of life… each one of us should devise his own virtue, his own categorical imperative… Kant’s categorical imperative should have been felt as mortally dangerous… What destroys more quickly that to work, to think, to feel without inner necessity, without a deep personal choice… as an automaton of duty? It is a recipe for decadence, even for idiocy…  Kant became an idiot.”

I thought the passage i had read for class was better but whatever there's no way i'm getting off my ass to find those notes in my bookbag. Great guy though. So the playlist continues.

"How i know" toro y moi
"no future shock" NEW tv on the radio

nuff esplained.

"tumbling dice" stones from Brussels Affair 1973 found from aquarium drunkard mick taylor's solo will leave you hungry. he was only a stone for 5 years and in my opinion was by far the best lead guitarist the band ever had but based on some random footage and readings from kieth richards biography he did seem like kind of a puss-daddy. He never played with emotion, not once did i see a drip of sweat on his forehead from a concert dvd i have and a lot of interviews he looks too stoned to even speak. But his guitar work speaks for himself, he's on my favorite stone albums and during the STP tour (Stones Touring Party) 1974 he had the most fantastic renditions of the recorded stones song ever to grace the earth.

"courtesy laughs" phoenix
"in the morning linda dies" paleo

the morning of the flood
it was the morning linda died
while i was busy cutting diamonds
with the corners of my life
we drew a full house on the river
it was erased before our eyes
we know although things last forever
they must change their shape sometimes. yess


About Fried Chicken

For some time i've wanted to become an expert in cooking a good fried chicken. It strikes me as a good calling card for general expertise in the kitchen but my interest also may have come from watching Alton Brown many nights when I was too high to fall asleep (or hungry?). Here's me trying to start understanding the ways of frying some fowl. I'm coming for you Flav.

-There are two ways to marinate the chicken. Either soak them in buttermilk or rub in spices. Both require at least 24 hours of marination in a closed container. A different strategy is after using the spice process dip the chicken in flour-buttermilk-flour.
-The Lodge Cast Fryer is the way to go says Alton. 12 inch dish is preferred but this is a nice 10 in 3/4.
-The two liquids to fry the chicken seem to be a simple oil of vegetable shortening.
-The two blogs I keep referring to for my fowl info are Serious Eats and Sweet Surrender.
-Chicken wings: my mistress from the proceedings called average life. This recipe has old spice, garlic salt, and parmesan cheese as the sauce ingredients. Nothing indicating anything specially done for the chicken besides frying it undressed.
-My style in prep work is tenderize, s&p & paprika, flour, egg yolk, breadcrumbs. I have not seen another recipe that uses breadcrumbs but my chicken turned out very tasty. Guess it could be original.


Think I'll Go Have A Walkaround

This weekend was successful. Daniel and I drank ourselves under the table two times too many. Friday night we went to the Old Synagogue to Shabbat with the Conservative Jews of Prague. Daniel knew the rabbi back from Chicago so we had a way in although the bouncer of temple put a fire under our ass with all of his questioning. The service was quick (later found out bcuz there was less than 10 males there), the chanting was quick and real awkward for my amateur Hebrew tongue. We went to the rabbi's house afterwards for dinner and had delightful thai chicken wings, green bean casserole, and gefilte fish! wish i apparently LOVE. Now finally know why Chris Tucker orders it on Rush hour. There were some locals but mostly American students; some jewish girls infatuated with Dan the Man's jew charisma. Went to Beer Factory, the bar with taps at the table. Bemis' parents were in town, they bought us all of our drinks. Wooh! Came home with Ivey and Dan. We listened to music most of the night-nothing astounding on Ivey's behalf, very unimpressed with her musical choices. And then we watched motha fucking Hook. That move is astounding. There are so many great moments of foreshadowing and dialogue that only a grown up would understand. Robin Williams is "Peter Banning!" His wife says to Wendy, "He's working so hard i had to practically hook him here," Toodles losing his marbles, his stance, Wendys in love with peter, they're all orphans, its amazing!

Have to fly, have to fight, have to grow, have to save maggie, have to save Jack, Hook is back!

And the cameos!!!

Graham Nash and Glenn Close anyone, hah!


The Days are Tumbling

They're all running into each other lately. There is a groove, I'm becoming very familiar with the certain people i know in Prague. Starting to love them all very much.
James Franco was brilliant in 127 hours. The moment that thing pops off is both comedic and awe-inspiring. The next morning I awoke to the worst stomach ache ever experienced; had clams for lunch the day before and they were not suitable. An angel came down from the heavens and blessed me with her hippie and southern remedies. Dried fruits and nuts, yogurt, rosemary tea, and a homeade baked chicken. I could squeeze you just thinking about it. Played Go Fish before going to Shambalala, our weed pit stop. This place is an over the counter pot dealer and it is a fairyland. There are puppies everywhere. And you buy your weed, drink your delicious gambrinus, and talk to the regulars about texas hold em or how much they hate the czech people. It's a wierd trait but Czechs seem to love confessing their problems with me. Get to Radost after tram confusion. Reminds me of one of those places Bill Murray hangs out. Zebra printed fabric on the couches, the seat cushion is so long you're not sure if you're supposed to sit indian style or lay down. Night came to an end. No. 6 & 9*


I've Been Defying Gravity Lately

I am testing the limits of my balance lately. One moment I'm on a ledge, the next i could be off the precipice. Lately days have been spent on windowsills, porches, and very high ledges. But last night was just too dangerous. John and I somehow boosted each other up on top of the Jewish Cementary wall. Like scaling a fucking tight rope, i barely remember walking this fifty foot plank no wider than my shoe. So drunk, so dangerous.

Highlight of the day: Blind people taking a tour with individuals clutching their arms describing everything around them.

Had lunch with Dan and stupid pizza place. Discussed girls and the hot zone. We ledged it and begun writing our first single, "Some Girls Aren't Smart."
Put your accent back in your toilettries
I hope you don't keep comin' around me
Taco Tuesday was bumming. Brad invited this cheeseball over. Said that tequila was 30 american so he brought nothing. So beer it was. During up and down the river, John gave every single drink to Dan. Kid was sauced. Leave the place and destroy this nerd for not bringing liquor. To me that's worse than the dude who cummed on our couch. John kicks a guy right in the head swinging in the subway-"I'm not mad. Glad i make train." Czech patois. Get shushed by a policemen- first time the police presence has ever been acknowledged this whole trip. Bar was the Drunken Monkey. Wooh! Mardi gras party, bring on the beer pong tables, wah wahh. Everyone's everywhere and I'm with Katelynd most the night. Talking about dr. dog, wilco, first 1/4 blonde i've had, special olympics, and the neighbor that has hopelessly fallen in love with her. Dan fails with a DFM (Dance Floor Make-out). Night trams take us to the scene of the crime. Lost we become, meanwhile Dan can't shutup about us disrespecting the Jews. Hahaha. Oh and then this happened:

Read Stephen's blog for the first time when I got home. Man, i wish i had that kids passion. Listened to "My Mind is Ramblin" by black keys over & over. Sleep at 630 awake at 1050 for class. Karina, my beautiful 27 year old art teacher, the cutest person in world. Looked exceptionally cute today. Red dot earrings never fail me. Strolled with her after class today, maybe lunch date???! Helplessly hoping over here. Life's good.

This weekend should be loads of fun. Just me and Cousin Fleetwood for the first time. Plan on forcing him to do cocaine for the first time. Maybe he'll believe me that lines are supposed to be two feet long. Either way we'll be hanging like monkey men.


Dan & I's Tuesday Night

Tapping boot & the stare

this is bruce's band

jumping up and down

Some of the best guys i know

This is Coral Castle. That guy is Edward Leedskalnin. In the 1930s he constructed a park consisting of hundreds of expertly carved structures all made of coral. Some of the pieces weighed over 10 tons. This man, weighing only 180, claims to have done it all by himself. HE CLAIMS HE USES ANTI-GRAVITATIONAL FORCES. USING MAGNETIC CURRENTS, TOTAL JAR JAR BINKS MOVE. He wrote one silly book and died. None of his "tools" were ever found. Modern myth, ladies and gents.


More Berlin

The next day the three of us venture on the free walking tour the hostel provides. The Australian tour guide showed us so many great spots with expert, informative, and as you'd expect an Aussie, charming fashion. We started at the main Nazi headquarters, an enormous group of office buildings constructed with very prison-like architecture you'd shit yourself to see any soldier smoking inside one of the courtyards. The British decided bomb the shit out of it because it was such a valuable building and could operate under the new government which they do use today. I'm sure those pilots were so dissapointed when they got the news- "We have to bomb around it?!" Building was completely untouched during the Siege of Berlin; British precision for ya. Went to Checkpoint Charlie, the main gate to smuggle your loved ones through. Between the U.S. section and Soviet there was one checkpoint where an Eastern Berliner could go to the other side for 24 hours to visit their loved ones. Seeing it as a great opportunity to sneak your wife home, people went to measures like unstuffing the cotton of car seats and sewing up a person in it, secret compartments in trunks of cars, stowing away in any way possible. The great Holocaust Memorial was my favorite. The place really swallows you whole.

Night ensued, met up with Shannon and fought off her squishy muffin. Fun crew though, the subway ride was hysterical, involved a youtube crew filming themselves wearing costumes (shrek, assassin, big chicken) on the subway. Went to Festival Krauzzberg for the Soul Explosion, a soul train revival party, and boogyed the night away. Try to swing a milf but it just wasn't the right time. Noah went home but i managed. There was a French girl, there was a German girl. The night was late and the morning was bright. The afternoon was rude. Berlin was exceptional.


Berlin > Praha

It's simple math, dingus. I didn't say it was all relative, that was my boy Al. It's been 4 days since I got back and my morale is through the roof thanks to the time I had in Berlin. Home to the most beautiful people I've ever seen. A dream to a subway voyeur; you really can't help gazing at all the Betty's. The group is Noah, Oona, me, and one extra ticket for a girl that bailed. Walking up to the terminal, there was this punk guy, older, blonde mohawk and had all your typical clothing. He was pestering the bus driver to let him on the bus so we just gave him our ticket- the man's name was Cole and he's been working odd jobs ever since he left Canada in 1992. Upon our arrival he told us a great hostel to stay in, and a squat party called Kopi. The hostel was great, called the Heart of Gold. It had a great bar, complimentary kiwis, and a good crowd of young people along with your creepy older men. Noah ate bad Chinese food the day before and on first walking through are part of town (Ornienburgere Shwaze, lol) he decided to take the night off; so me & Oona were to take this party head on, or whatever it was. Bought some cheap wodka to get a lil warmer, walked aimlessly into the underbelly of Berlin until coming across some German tweens destroying a piano left on the side of the street. "You're going to Kopi? You are very overdressed." Had some sips of their malt liquor and they took us to this place. And oh my fucking lord, i have never seen such a large number of neo nazi revivalists in my life. I like to go to punk shows occasionally, throw my weight around and maybe push some people, but there's a fine line between frequenting and living like these people did. It was huge dormitory complex where hundreds of these gypsys lived, anywhere from 12 to 70 all wearing their leather studded uniforms with pride. Disheveled and drunk, whatever type of nationalist creed they follow it was amazing to see the culture preserved and so plentiful. Found out later that these co-ops are sanctioned by the Berlin parliament and only require 1 Euro a month to pay the rent for the space. There is some division internally, the sub groups of the punks (graphic artists, musicians, radical warriors) aren't agreeing and there has been some petty crimes lately which is threatening the existence of it all. But man, hopefully it works out. They are all in it together, i'd hate to see it go down because of some egotistical bickering. I don't have any pictures of the place, the 15th anniversary party i attended. I thought i'd be massacred if i dared to take a picture. But it was the grungiest thing i'd ever done in my life. Band was called Molotov Cocktail and their big hit was "Guantanamo Bay Vacation." No harm done to me and i happy i got to see the place, a whole lot of pride in Berlin; it was only 20 years ago that they were actually freed from the borders of a wall. People are incredibly generous, they can leave the country, live where they'd like. The presence of communism is slowly being pushed away, there's only a few sections of the wall that still remain and the other checkpoints and Nazi bunkers are now attractions. The cordiality of the people was very apparent, we got free tea twice, a free box of tissues for Noah's runny nose, and were always pointed in the right direction by strangers who never failed to smile. Although the city is no longer held captive by the Wall or patroled by Soviet soldiers the pain the Berliners suffered is very apparent. Over 400 people died trying to run through no man's land; their carcasses decomposed for years between the borders of East and West Berlin. ---- don't feel like resuming this unfinished thought whatevs more updates bout the trip soon


Lounge Away the Day

"Moonage Daydream" - Bowie
"Ain't good enough for you" bruce springsteen
"canadian girl" the walkmen
"the rat" the walkmen
"method" tv on the radio
"i want you" dylan
"the boxer" simon
"got my mind set on you" georgie
"you got the silver"stones
"doo doo doo doo doo" stones
"the spider and the fly" from stripped.. stones
"honky tonk women"
"Spend the night together"


"how bout a groom stylist for the stars, sounds good huh?"
"Your imperfection benefits no one"

"My heart thudded audibly against my ribs" Been using pages from fucking twilight to make filters hah.


Lude and Nude: A Weekend Alone with Kyle Brown

A weekend to discover the substance of this "european experience" that is supposed to broaden my sense of self and "paradigm" of other cultures...? Will I unleash the power within me that will purify the weak, wandering, and become an honest human that lives by his own "conduct?" Will remembering the lyrics to "Wagon Wheel" make me "fit in with new friends more?" Should one walk down the stairs with hands in pockets? When is it "okay" to fuck a fat girl? Will i stop harrassing cab drivers? All of these questions will be answered in the First Annual Crude, Lude, and Nude dans Bohemia!

The Michiganers leave for Amsterdam and I am left with the trashed mess from the festivities of John's Birthday. The night, Wednesday, was filled with Americans humping each others legs and men fighting each other over who's their girl. I get kicked out for the 2nd time in a row; towards the end of the night I just want to terrorize the bouncers in the establishment. Jessica, the Alaskan Disaster, passes out and is being accosted to get the fuck out by the bouncer. Shouting ensues, he tries to grab her arm and i stand up, weighing half the size of him, and shove him off ensuring he won't use force to move a lady. After returning home, drinking champagne, and making potato-egg-cheese burgers the house is left looking like the Port Au Prince aftermath.
But anyways, its Thursday night and i have tickets to the Liverpoool match. Drink heavily on the tram there and get noticed by some English blokes. Me and these old fellows get out and walk through a very desolate park. I break off and find myself in a gang of 'Pool hoodlums. We're right by the stadium and mounted police men are escorting us as cops in full riot uniform are preventing fans from throwing glass shards. I'm out of there before I get tagged. Into the game and in my seats. Beautiful stadium and looking at the field is breathtaking. The magnitude of witnessing a real Europa league game is really special; just seeing the bright green pitch was enough to give me goosebumps. I wound up on the 4th row right in front of the '18 and behind the nearest goal were the Liverpool faithful. Kuyt, Carragher, Merieles, Maxi Rodriguez, Skrtel, Reina, Lucas, all playing a little one touch right in front of me. It was giddy but i was wearing a Sparta scarf so my smiles were held back. The roar of the crowd when the players were introduced was fantastic- putting up my colors for the home squad was so cool. WOOH but the game was fucking terrible (long story short)- maybe 2 shots on goal total and no creativity, im done talking about. i went home in the huge crowd of disillusioned fans with hands near frostbite and went to sleep. mer.
Wake up Friday and the room mates leave. I plug in my amp into the wall and it immediately short circuits the whole apartment and sends the amp to its grave. My electric guitar playing without any complaints is ruined and im left stacking juice, meat, fruit, and a carton of eggs out on the porch so they won't go bad. Was left playing the guitar for most of the dreary day, playing "Late Nite Soccer" over and over and actually had one really impressive take; discovered a new tone for my voice and though its been hard to recreate after hearing it i think i can take it somewhere. Clean the whole apartment while listening to Neil Young, The Replacements, missing Otis Redding, and schedule a rendez vous with the Jen & Lauren. Their apartments cool but in the only area of Prague where i've seen Czech gangsters loitering the streets. Chinese food also aint bad hurr. Long story short we hang out and talk about their innocent drug habits, NYU norms, trips and stuff, i dont know. They drink Riesling and talk about their going out uniforms, i didnt relate. We go to what they call "Cute Bar," since the sign has lost multiple letters. Very awesome place, had a minature dollhouse type set up where different sections of the bar can be reached by seperate staircases and all had an open face from one angle... like an open dollhouse. We all talk for hours and its quite wonderful not quite sure what about but it was 11 and we left at 3. I got a taxi home and decided not to heckle. Too tired. Home alone and want to watch something. Go to sleep.
Wake at 12 and talk to Noah on Facebook. Make my new famous breakfast dish, Spinach, Onion, & White Cheddar Omelette. Get lost a lil bit but find my way to the Salvador Dali Exhibit. Talking art with Noah's really fun, especially about something as eccentric as Dali. Didn't realize he was so self involved and mostly used his own appearance as his interpretation. One of the rooms his "25 Interpretations of Salvador Dali (if its in 3rd person, you know he's a cheeseball). Incredibly confusing, often hidden images amongst the chaos of the portrait. Lots of animals, spoons, elephants, bees, all interacting in a sort of Chutes And Ladders type construction. And every single of them depicted his penis in an enormous manner, whether it was a cactus that a man was straddling or a man with something fallic being laid on a wheel to be carried. I didn't take pictures for the "sanctity for the art," but i at least shouldve snapped one or two of these guys. They were puzzling but incredibly inventive. Me, Oona Noah, the cheerleader Britney, and the nice queer boy, Andrew travel to the globe for Irish Coffees and Scrabble. Then off to the USAC dorm and heavy drinking ensues. Mr. Max, a Midwestern cowboy with a great taste for Ryan Adams, pulls out the guitar and the fest of bad Chromeo turns to singalong. "Wagon Wheel" may be the most universal American tune of this era, i have never seen that many different people get up and sing so jubialantly to a song in my life. The metro trip involved us fearlessly sliding down the 80 foot long escalators, encountering a treacherous herd of luggage on wheels, and surfing the subway train, being completely proud of our American boisterous. We go to USUDU and carouse the cavernous spaces. Smoking inside fucking owns. Found a foosball room and challenge some Czechs, i master the offensive twisties and take down the regulars. The girls are getting more annoying as the night goes on and im fed up. Big girl been there done that and not having it and me Noah and the new Dan decide to walk home. This involves Noah getting his stolen beer mug stolen by a trashman ("What gives you the right sir? That is my property!") Drunken bratwursts, Lays "Grilled Bacon" flavored chips, road Gambrinus', and meeting some Czech teens and picking on their pipsqueak friend. Make it to Noahs apartment. Find a bed without a girl i'll regret and sleep until 12.
Go to Bohemia Bagel and get bottomless fountain drinks (!!!!!!!!!)
That's a wrap, hey hey hey momma leave me like you found me. Will start taking pictures to go along with posts.


Don't Steal

This song isn't the Beatles at their finest but with George looking so goofy I thought it should be acknowledged. From the Beatles break up dvd, this song can be heard by She & Him, the Beatles 1963 rendition, and the wonderful original by Smokey Robinson. The backing vocals on the chorus give the song such great soulful energy you'd think you were at baptist church in your Sunday's finest.
"You Really Got a Hold On Me"

The Stones are unbelievable architects of song. Mick's voice is so versatile here it sweeps you straight up as the backing band crescendo-s the song away. The instruments playfully harmonize and really create some special moments. Wyman get out of my head i swear he knows everything i want to hear ten seconds before i realize it. It's just another gem.

The Rolling Stones, "Moonlight Mile"

"Made a ragpile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on the radio
Let the airwaves flow

Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile on the road"

I'm signing up for my Israel birthright trip and gonna make the pilgrimage this summer. My Jewish experience class is teaching me so many vital details of the faith, about the Talmud, the Tanakh, and just how long it takes for debts to become null. (It's 7 years, Doug). Went to a concert last night with Noah & company. Took the bus for the first time and wound up at the sketchiest part of Prague yet. But man it was the place ive been looking for. So many grimey czechs with funny haircuts and facial hair you can smell the communist revolt in the air. Half the size, but same filth, as new brookland tavern the band didn't have much space to play but they fucking killed it. I mean these guys guitar grooves were so technical and their sound was so refreshing. Maps & Atlases, the singer has the same croon as the kings of leon frontman but has crazy fast fingers. They also came out after the set and played acoustics in the crowd where for one song the singer tuned his guitar to an open and played it on his lap but as he played he would tune strings to create this whacky twang. I've seen a guitar played by a dildo but nothing like that. They have the same ability as Women but they come across as more progressive rock like Minus the Bear; some of the music was very poppy but some of it just toppled all over the place with clammering drum beats. Like jenga. On the bus back and the driver deliberately slammed on the brakes as i was taking a sip of my road juice; no one ever told us you can't drink on the public transit.
Tonight's John Wilhelm's birthday. Hysteria, you got a new neighbor.


Taco Monday Presented by Taco Tuesday @ Panaroma

Wow, that was a lot of tequila. Panaroma cooked admirably for our whore house companions and made some great burritos. I'd have to give myself credit for manning the stove. And Brad for once actually contributed to something besides his stupid womp womp by making guacamole. The conversation at dinner was very easy and the girls have great personalities; they don't try too hard to impress. Lauren and Jen also have inside jokes that are fun to witness even though i have no idea what they're talking about. Good essence. Reminds me of someone else. One thing to keep in mind is i have to create a new name describing a man with an especially fantastic mullet. As well as some operations to steal babies and puppies. Keep me on my toes, sugar momma, i'll lay low..

My Morning Jacket, "Lay Low"

Lay back awhile and I'll show ya, I got the good that you want no
need to go and, hunt something else, it's right here with me, when you stay.
It's always good when I get to see that there's never more than what you're telling me when you
stay, home.
Lay low if the feel is right,I got all that I want here in you tonite and we'll,

pass out on the bedroom floor after goin like this so long.


Bye to Popeye

Today's update, maybe ill go report on last week but probably not.
Stone cold slept until 3:30 in the afternoon. This basically explains how warped Panaroma's sleep cycle is. Laid around and went to this Italian restaurant we had spotted for its peculiar name: Lupe Fiasco. Pretty good fare but enduring the radio choices might have been a little too much. Wondering whether the rapper has anything to do with this place, I'm sure he'd have a hernia knowing that Simple Plan and Rob Thomas was the music of choice in a restaurant sharing his name. The gang goes to the super market after wards to buy some errands and upon walking out the door I see a familiar sight. A Popeye-patch beanie I lost recently was being sported by one of Czechs humble, non-English speaking bums. Already suffering some small anxiety about losing me favorite cap earlier and now seeing its possibility of return, i had to act. I chased him down and tried to talk to him. Not happening. Using motions to dramatize the loss of the beanie i awkwardly performed for the bum with his appearance growing increasingly uncomfortable. Enter: policemen! Now with my audience grown, my explanation of how this bum was wearing my hat grew even more miscued until a light bulb flickered above one of the cops. He then proceeded to handcuff the guy thinking he stole the beanie! Bahh after chilling every out i simply left in a walk of shame, defeat, and emptiness. After getting so much hope of getting it back the beanie has escaped me once more. Maybe someday ill see it again. No question i'm gonna steal that shit back.

new Cut Copy sounds weak: the sentiment of power-pop energy isn't the same in the new LP and it begs a lot more to heard that ultimately dissapoints.

Neil Young, Live at Massey Halley 1971

"When the winter rains
come pourin' down
On that new home of mine,
Will you think of me
and wonder if I'm fine?"


Starting off!

After i seeing Miles White, my last Charlestonian friend, i was off to Prague. Pretty painless trip. Included getting wasted off mini bottles on the flight over the big Atlantic lake, me spilling wine all over myself just to get compensated for a fresh one, and seeing my first Steve McQueen movie (Bullit: suspensful but lil dissapointing) and the fucking miserable Denzel moving "Unstoppable." You guessed, they stopped the train. After some theatrical mishaps, someone drove a truck to the front caboose and literally just slowed down. Sorry for ruining it for you, and if i did you should consider how big of lunatic you are.
Get to Frankfurt and see all sorts of funny signs. Restaraunts called Italianissimo and Wing Wang. Germans ask for me to open my bag. "We vmust inspect the amplifier, yaa??"

I am in Prague! After 14 hours of flying, I got on the CEA bus that took me to my apartment. The other twenty or so peers are staying in a dorm type complex while i ventured up a set of very sketchy stairs to find the most beautiful loft apartment i could have ever been blessed with. Full kitchen, living room, steps to an attic for stomp dancing. Room mates are have great tastes in music and i think with a little of balanced alone time and some journeys with friends this place is going to work out well.

Back with more specific stories soon. Ill be updating more regurally so posts are much more concise.


the night of Sunday. January 23rd: A Recap of the Weekend

This was the 2nd to last weekend of my USA residency. I had a nice day Sunday being productive and dish-washed for my mother until 9. I met up with Lottee to start our friendship; however i felt it was necessary to bite the bullet and create familiarity before Praha. After a pleasant couple of drinks she left for bed and i joined the Erin Douglas party train. Hysteria ensued in the form of the biggest lover's quarrel the Upper Deck has ever seen, confrontations with finger banging wedding guests, and a hotel room after party that clocked until 6am that soundtrack Mmm bobbity and Lovefool (by The Cardigans, for you hapless squares out there). Hungover and catered Saturday, got off and met up with the stumbling Percy Street bunch, in which Liz was the all-star drunkard. Then to Justin's for a very quiet but friendly campfire. Recovery Room for friends, drinks, Chili cheese fritos and the Matrix reloaded (don't watch drunk). Fuel for brunch and bottomless mimosas then followed by hashish and your average nostalgic Percy street-laying around-doing nothing-Sunday.
I'm beginning to think i'm very socially conscious. Note to self, elaborate on open-ended thoughts and not this crapstick.
Very scary and exciting week ahead but goodnight for now. Keef awaits for me.

Another note to self- smoke hash in Prague: sometimes being a couch potato will give your mind a break and do some good.

Dept. of Eagles on a rooftop.


Friday. January 21.

Relieved. Tumultuous day yesterday.  Finished up my Folkways essay and had a conversation about with a friend of Ed's and roommate of Brien Biedler's, Justin. We had a great talk about the beautiful woman of St. Philip Street, whether Kodak was a word before camera, and he had a very refreshing opinion on new music coming out. His recommendations go as follows:

Warpaint : P4k TV set is stellar
Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti did did "Round and Round" on Jimmy Fallon
The Head and the Heart: openers for Dr. Dog @ the Farm
Zoo Kid, "Out Getting Ribs": British kid makes angsty music with ironic haircut. Can't deny that original grunt of his nor the beautiful guitar floating along.
"Woke Up This Morning" & "Instrumental" by Doug Martsch is a combo that would make any beard grin.
Chulahoma by the Black Keys

I went to Cougars game where they demolished a hapless Western Carolina team. Real ugly purple unis and most unimpressive display of Caucasian basketball skills.

Went home and read some Keef Richards. The books is getting real juicy and is following their first tour supporting their first record. They opened for the Everly Brothers and Little Richard, who apparently was a blown out poof. But like me, Keef's a friend of the faggles, and talked about how when Little Richard was meeting fans he' turn his homo-meter to maximum levels, just to fuck with 'em. After all, it was 1962.

"Liking is sometimes better than loving." I can dig.


Tuesday. January 18.

From here until sometime tomorrow agenda:

Get AMEX card back from Henry's
Pick up Stephen's rental movies
Work at library
Finish writing essay for Folkways
Hang out with John Williams
Keep Sage and Caitlin Crowder in mind for visual entertainment/distractions
Find a place to sleep dt.

Wake up wherever and get out of there early: you have no money to spend on food
Go to apple store though, visit Carly
Go to CVS!!!! Pick up promiseb and lotion derek uses
Go to Belk, pick up some more clinique lotion
Find Factotum, play wii, call Jeanette Guinn- tell her you heard her on the radio/etv intern/reccomdation for folkways

Boom, went to Johnnies' hot dogs, listening to Lonesome Crowded West and decided that will be an album ill use to convert my new Czech friends into American music lovers. Others will be Fleet Foxes, Grizzly Bear, and probably some country western snazz. This list will continue.

~Bon journee, keep your head up kyle.

Monday. January 17.

I'm gonna post something i wrote when i found out about when Cam Gardner was coming to visit Charlotte. I was okay with it. I was still spending time with her but she also was initiating a new romance. My patience and jealousy translated to this, a song that strains like the Rolling Stone's "Love in Vain."

What kind of a puzzle has two pieces that fit?
Oh the chance you find two of the same kind
to fit your groove
though you told me our bodies were perfectly entwined

What kind of sickness is heartbreak?
Oh the chance you find so many ways to meand
my wound you seal with joy
just to rip my heart open and open again

Maybe i should go to a casino..
So i can buy me a ticket out of town
I'd follow the roulettes, spin around black and red
take me away, my money, if i can ride round and round

I gambled my clothes naked in the rain
Knowing it was mine to lose and his to gain