muted

dying room

i'm a bad son. i haven't told my mom about the move yet. the last couple of times i went home to visit, she'd ask me if i ever saw myself moving back to massachusetts. i'd respond that i wasn't sure, which was (and still is) an honest answer. however, telling her now that kim and i have moved within lynbrook will probably take away whatever hope my open-ended answer gave her. maybe i'm not giving her enough credit. also, it's not like i've spoken to her since the move came about and just neglected to mention the news. however, the fact that i haven't spoken to her in a few weeks now just reinforces my initial point - i'm a bad son.

yesterday, while im-ing with martha, she asked me for a music recommendation. it's not the first time she's done it and i absolutely love it when she does because it makes me feel worthwhile. i suggested some amy winehouse and specifically the songs "you know i'm no good" and "back to black" because those seem like the best starting points. what i didn't know is that the album containing those songs has yet to be released. oops. luckily, itunes had the "you know i'm no good" single so martha bought it and instantly loved it which made me feel pretty good. while in the itunes music store, she also saw the ghostface killah version of the song (same title, music and chorus, but ghostface raps over the verses). i told her it was pretty awesome too so she said "what the hell?" and downloaded that version, too. a few seconds later, i get this im:

"so, apparently i just bought that whole ghostface killah album."

awesome! picturing martha driving around with aidan and jack while bumping ghostface killah definitely made me smile.

yesterday i listened to "fever to tell" by the yeah yeah yeahs whenever i was in my car. i fucking love the shit right out of that album. it's the perfect length, has the perfect mix of bravado and desperation, and i'll be damned if "maps" into "y control" isn't one of the best 1-2 punches i've ever heard. if i'm not mistaken, "y control" has a pretty freaky video. you should youtube it.

my dreams have been extremely vivid lately and i wonder if it has anything to do with my miniscule tree intake this month. i also wonder if my dreams are trying to tell me that i'm gay. first, i wrestled with borat. luckily, unlike the movie, we were both fully clothed (him in his stinky gray suit). then i spent some time chilling with ryan gosling. well, not ryan, exactly, but his "half nelson" character (dan dunne or something like that). then i won some kind of fall out boy contest (to whom i don't even listen) and got to hang out with pete and the boys. last night i chilled with sonic youth. well, with kim gordon and thurston moore. i was so relieved that kim was around in this dream. they were playing their guitars and handed me a flute...wait...a flute? oh crap. that probably cancels out ms. gordon.

yeah, so about that norbit picture i posted yesterday. as i passed the lynbrook movie theater last night, i looked up at the marquee and saw that it was playing. since i'm notorious for liking bad movies, seeing "norbit" had been a running joke down here for a good minute. so, i turned around, parked my car, and walked up to the theater - camera in hand. as i stood looking at the marquee through my camera's lcd screen, i could hear talking and loud laughter crossing the street behind me and getting closer. i felt so weird about what i was doing in front of a bunch of very vocal people that i was only able to get one click off before i hurried back to my car. oh well.

i'll leave you with this newest version of "chicken and beef" that popped into my head this morning.

"holy shit.
where did this chicken come from?
i'm trying to eat some beef."

you gotta sing it for maximum effect.