mccarthyism

4:47am.
i’m spending tonight reading and listening to interpol. i keep coming back to this album. the drums alone are worth it all. as cryptic and entirely random as the singer can be at times, he still makes countless poetic and piercing observations about his relationships and lovers. and the guitar sound paired with the vocals and the way the melodies are constructed is simply brilliant.

buy the record, buy the record, buy the record.

i'll be tracking drums sometime in the next few weeks for the songs we've managed to record. recording drums requires a lot of precision and patience, two things i've had difficulty mustering lately. with an effort and a good bit of luck i'll be able to pull it off and we'll have a nice recording. j. is playing bass with us now and we're all excited. she's filling us out in more ways than just the live sound. most significantly she simply fits so perfectly in the band. it was a timely and wonderful addition.

k. will be in town this weekend, ironically, for the interpol/mogwai/the cure show i was both too cheap and too lazy to buy tickets for. it would have been a push for a number of reasons and forty dollars is a lot of money to stand so far away from the stage that the players look like ants. either way it's too late now. it will be good to see k.

i apologize for the lack of any meaningful entries in the past weeks. i'm dry. this summer has been too dull and too much of a drudge to provide the springboard i need to communicate all the thoughts i've been driving myself mad with. nothing's very coherent. i lack the ablility to honestly render my thoughts just as the thoughts themselves are such a jumble i'm often unsure whether anyone could get them down at all. writing is hard work, and so often entirely unrewarding. i'd rather read someone who actually has something to say. i'd rather sleep, to be honest. i've hated this entire summer for a thousand reasons.

christ is my only coherency.

When morning breaks I look to You, O God,
To be my strength this day.

soundtrack:
john michael talbot: come to the quiet
all things bright and beautiful: love and affection