A Love Letter

Dear Alcohol,

It seems like I have known you since birth and perhaps I have. That is all my dad did. Towards the end of mom's life, she did a lot of it, too. I love you so much. You are really warm. You make me feel euphoric, then you make me angry. That is the only feeling I seem to have in my bones when you come to visit. You make me hate myself by far further than any human being could. In fact, Alcohol, you make me fail to recognize that people love and care about me. You make me loathe myself and by loathing myself, I project all of those feelings upon others. It makes them hate me.

Last night, I went to Tip-Top to have my last drink. I fell in love with the place the first time I walked into it. Bed-Stuy. It reminds me of Tina's Cozy Corner in North Philly. I'll never forget walking outside of that bar and seeing a guy pointing a gun at another man in the middle of the street. We went back in, in a hurry.

Back to you, my dear, Alcohol. We have to separate. We have to move on. We have to look for other sources of inspiration. I am done with you.

Best and Love,

Finding Deerhunter

I bought a new pair of headphones this past week and really did my research before purchasing them. After hours of scouring the web and not wanting to spend over a hundred dollars on in-ear headphones, I decided to go with the Klipsch Image s4. I tore through, quite literally, a pair of Bose a couple of years ago and sore I would never purchase in-ears from them again. The reviews for the s4s were astounding and they were only $79. A day before, I downloaded Deerhunter's Halcyon Digest.

I decided to buy the entire album after hearing Helicopter on Conan. Man, I haven't been so excited about finding a band since discovering Pavement in 1992. Since that purchase, I've got three of their albums and have been astounded by each one I listen to. I slipped on my headphones and just, listened. I must say that the phones are pretty fucking amazing, but the music that the band has made is a pleasure to hear on them. It is layered, textured, yet simplistic. They are far different from Malkmus and co., for sure, yet they capture this kind of vibrancy, albeit with much more mellowness than Pavement.

It's funny, I'm double the age I was in 1992 and to just randomly stumble upon a band that hits me is such a great thing.

Check 'em out if you haven't already.

Poem (untitled)

It's been a long time since

a song comes back to you,

defined in a different way than you heard it.

Then, you defined it.

A long time.

Phone rings and you wonder, could it be?

And it is nothing.

Static.

Television shares a favorite film.

Something? Phone?

Nothing.

One cat sits on my lap now,

missing everything about his companion.

He allows me to compensate.

I'm warm.

On the outside.

Cold to the touch inside, if you even get that far.

And if you do, run away.

They all do.

Anyway.