a poorly crafted thing, free to a good home.listen to QUARTERBACKS until you feel good again
the three day hair dye-saster feat. Mango
a new song about a dreary place that i’ll probably still miss.
interesting things i found while boxing up my childhood home
1. a bracelet i made with Lisa Frank beads, between ages 5 and 7
2. a cool lenticular sticker with my name spelled correctly
3. a memo pad with just a crayon drawing in it
4. a CD made for me by my first boyfriend, grade 9
5. my name tag from the church i attended before i decided i didn’t believe in god, ages 4-7
6. a picture of me in a costume for my dance class, before a traumatic event caused me to quit dance, age 9
7. a t-shirt my older sister purchased for me, given to me shortly before or after she decided to move away and live with her biological father, age 7 or 8
check out my new movie, ya’ll!
Spencer would be in my top 8 on MySpace but he was dumb enough to cast me in his final film of the year.
I had my thesis exhibition a couple of nights ago. I’m still not sleeping.
i am dumbfounded on a sea cliff, in an awkward place between midnight and dawn. the static behind my eyes is now more like a drone.
potential contributions to the body of work that will decide whether or not i win at college.
Minden Christmas time, the 20 year old light displays sit beneath the water tower and are bright enough to illuminate the quarter mile stretch of brick road that still remains downtown. The town is dry, the neighborhoods turn in early. Teenagers fire bottle rockets at each other in the fairground parking lot. On warm nights, young lovers drink on Sallie Baker’s grave in hopes of feeling something real.
The Music Tapes’ Traveling Imaginary
Portland, OR - Mission Theater
7 May 2013
Shot on black and white film.
I know I’ve been absent for a while. I’ve been quietly working on things. I don’t have internet in my apartment. I sold my bike when I was back in Oregon and bought a banjo. I’m re-writing old songs, and writing new songs. I hope to release a cassette by the beginning of August, once I replace my tape recorder. All of the cassette boxes are hand-printed by me. This song was recorded on my phone. It’s just a placeholder.