
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Booty Shaking Contest
This is a video I recorded in the spring of '09 in Negril, Jamaica. I was working on location for a spring break company and was lucky enough to catch this hilarious disaster on film.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Some Thai Punks
Monday, January 11, 2010
Blogotheque
This blog and its amazing music is consuming my life.
http://www.blogotheque.net/
...And just one more music video because Phoenix is my jam!
http://www.blogotheque.net/
...And just one more music video because Phoenix is my jam!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
"Running Home, Running Home..."
So abruptly, saw death on a sunny snow.
For every life, forgo the parable.
Seek the light, my knees are cold.
Running home, Running home.
Running home, Running home.
Go find another lover to bring a, to string along.
With all your lies, you're still very loveable.
I toured the land, so many foreign roads.
For Emma.
Forever ago.
2080
I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in, I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into, Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning, With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do.
It's a New Year, I'm glad to be here It's a fresh spring, So let's sing.
In 2080 I'll surely be dead So don't look ahead, Never look ahead It's a New Year, I'm glad to be here It's the first spring, So let's sing.
And the moon shines bright On the water tonight So we won't drown In the summer sound.
If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain, Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it's Monday morning But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, Cause in no time, They'll be gone I guess I'll still be standing here.
Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers, Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters, And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us. We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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