OK. Damn. I just picked up the new Jawbreaker album, Etc.. It’s a collection of outtakes, compilation singles, B-sides and whatnot from the eight years of the band’s existence. Basically, Blake had to pay off his loans, and JTB wasn’t doing it for him. I’ve had this song, Peel It the Fuck Down on repeat. I can’t believe it was an outtake from the Bivouac sessions.This song should have been on Bivouac, and PS, New York is Burning should have been an outtake. Whatever. I guess there is no second guessing the genius of Blake.
Lot’s of stuff happened last week. I bought a new turntable. Nicole moved out of her apartment, and apologized for being such a horrible hostess during my visit. So .. she’s forgiven. I talked to Jackie and Nita for the first time since January or so. I’ll tell the Jacki saga later.The short version. . . my first girlfriend is now a lesbian. You do the math. I wrote Robert Nanna from Hey Mercedes to find out the name of the hidden track on the Weekend EP. He actually wrote back. All Hail Robert Nanna. All Hail the Mighty Hey Mercedes. They are playing in DC on the 14th, and if you miss this show you’re a fool.
So, Mason has left the company, and we had a big send-off for him on Thursday. We painted the town red. The kids would have called it a humdinger, had the kids not been passed out in the bathtub. We all started out at world-famous Rock. in downtown DC. When I say world-famous, what I mean is. . . if you really want to get drunk in DC on horrible beer and watered-down liquor, but also require that the experience look. smell, and sound like a backwoods redneck dive bar, then the Rock is a better bet than say. . slurping down the contents of your average train station toilet. An evening at The Rock will make you want to cling to your sobriety in a way that your AA sponsor will be able to neither comprehend nor deny.
From the Rock, a few brave souls ventured to Lauriol Plaza for dinner and sangria. I honestly down know how we got from point A. to point B., but I seem to remember that it involved a stop at the office so Ivan could write obscene AIMs. He wanted the world to know that he was drunk.For the unintiated, going from The Rock to the Plaza is a rough transition to make. We went from bar napkin to white linens in 30 minutes flat. Truly amazing. The night ended with 80s Night at Club Heaven. It was actually pretty cool considering. . .well considering it was Club Heaven. Kathryn knew the doorman, so we got in for free.At the end of the night, I was chatting up this girl and gave her my card. She called me “easy”.
OK . . . I’m reading this blog entry. It’s really boring. So, I’m gonna leave you with something good. Sea Foam Green, from the new Jawbreaker.
A ‘63, 10,000 miles. What was I thinking? I drove myself insane. No small getaway. Asleep with both hands on the wheel. White knuckle weekend. Chewing ephedrine. Going to an unnamed end. Unending… We met in rain, you asked me in. Seemed like a good sign. Now I need a guillotine To get you off my mind. I brush my teeth until they break. Until I start bleeding. So when I smile I’ll know I’m almost good enough for you. And would you… Follow me to the end of the dare. Raise your eyes, return the stare. Become your words. Your words so becoming. On any Sunday I’ll be there. I tried to drink you off my mind. I just got wasted. It only made the pain that much more acute. But cute isn’t strong enough a word. Unintentionally gorgeous. An accidental charm. A graceful drinking arm. Disarming…