Trapped at XMAS!

This xmas, my only company was MacOSX and .5 box's of Texas Toast. (Barf!)

If it's not for today, I promise I'll love it more.

-8 degrees out, but Lincoln can't stop, won't stop.

I've spent the last couple days pretty much holed up inside my house. The weather has been brutal cold and persistent. It is currently -9 degrees outside. I'm not much of a Nebraska guy, to be honest. Although I've never lived anywhere else since I was three years old, the climates of other states have enticed me a great deal. I guess my favorite is California. When I visit my aunt in Ventura, I step off the plain and it's like paradise hit me. I want to rub on it, kneed it and snuggle it like a cat would a bed by a radiator.

I remember being in Tucson AZ earlier in the year, about mid-April. The weather there was amazing, partly because at home it was very cold. However, I was in the back yard of the peoples house I was staying at, reading a book in my bare feet and I received a sunburn after being out there for a half hour. It was extra strange because It wasn't flaming hot out there, nor did it hurt while it was happening. It was a sneak attack. For that, AZ could never be my home. For that and John McCain.

So today, after not leaving my house for two days, I will shave my face (maybe), take a long hot shower and begin my Thursday adventure. My radiator/boiler in the basement ceased operations yesterday and I'm looking at hopping out of the shower into a 40 degree room. YIKES!

I'm taking my father to a physical therapy appointment today and continuing my email correspondence with a couple young filmmakers who are interested in creating Pharmacy Spirits music videos. I submitted a couple applications to NXNE in Toronto as well as a couple "Pride" festivals. The new album is almost done, we just need a couple vox track then we can get moving. All that an an article in tomorrows Lincoln Journal Star for Pharmacy Spirits and a TOP 20 declaration for my other band Beep Beep in the Omaha City Weekly's list of best bands of the year. I'm feeling like the universe has been giving me back something in the past few days...oh yeah, my neighbor used his huge snow blower to blow my massive expanse of sidewalk that cradles my little house on the corner. Bonus.

Still...I gotta get out of this town. Too cold, too old, not enough bold. This birdy needs to fly-speifically to Austin TX & NYC. I'm really looking forward to SXSW and visiting a friend in NYC. I don't know her name, but she is a one-woman band called ILL EASE. You must check her out. She is the real mccoy.

Shower now.

And the award, for best use of a man in a polar bear outfit in a mod/goth video goes to....The Cure! Pictures of You!

Little Trouble Girl by Sonic Youth




Man Size by PJ Harvey



Temptation by New Order



Pictures of You by The Cure

Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood

Rembember Walkin' In The Sand by The Shangri-Las

These lovely ladies are so intense.

10 minutes of hot political passion. You're welcome.

Grab a seat, grab a cup of cocoa, kick back and listen to the soothing words of Dennis Kucinich (D) Cleveland Ohio

My week in pictures...(props to Weegee and company)

Photos from Beep Beep's "Enchanted Islands" tour 2009

I saw the Meat Puppets

I saw Peter Murphy

Chillin' at the Spiderhouse in my Beep uniform

Ian , our drummer. Find him on facebook and mention this picture.

First show of the tour... Very strange show...

This is my new favorite band right now. They are called Agent Ribbons from Sacramento.

These photos were taken at a house party in Lincoln Nebraska, May 2009

You should buy their music.

Pharmacy Spirits

I see you dancing in a dream
Let me wake up, let me wake up
I bet your asking what this means
Well, just ask me and I'll tell you

I've finished letting go
Now you're nothing, less than nothing
No more do I tell or do I show
Straightened faces keep it secret

I see you drinkin' on the scene
Skirts and makeup, skirts and makeup
Other girls so envy green
Don't want to see it, wanna be it

And now your just as sick as me
No one tells you, can't be bothered
Men see you lonely and in need
And they want you, so they take you


This town has different degrees
Sometimes it's hot here, you could rot here
Other times your sure to freeze
No more movement, now that's improvement

It's like livin in that dream
Your minds awake but your body doesn't know it
Your energy's a wasted scream
Your minds awake but your body doesn't show it

I've cleaned my spills of wounded words
Now it's clean here, so much cleaner
Our lives still move just like a dirge
Something's wrong here, so safe when somber

And I just sink when fashion drowns
I'm always taller, I'll blame the water
Because I can't blame that violent sound
Can't find the heart so I'm bound to dance away now

I'll speak quite clearly now
I'm a pharmacy spirit now

The Violent Sound

This is the sound
Of a violent town
Just look around
It's a lost and found
Of teen-aging frowns
Bound to the violent sound
Of lovers in love
As they tumble to the ground and say

Nothing
Means anything at all

Look at the way
We like to play these games
Always the same
Just a change of face
Some well-crafted lies
Held tight, just in case
The truth gets too close
You can always say that

Nothing
Means anything at all

Racism right in your face.

What do you think about these two pictures? What message are you getting out of it?

Falling On The Gun

Looks like my mind is on the run
And they are calling after
Don't wanna get where I come from
Got my fingers on the throats of their laughter

Squeezing tighter I silence all the noise
Last call for all the girls and boys
Dirty blood, keep pumping away
It's the whole damn world that I'm after

I see you falling on the gun
I can't do anything
I see you falling on the gun
Thought I'd seen everything
I see you falling on the gun
I can't do anything
I see you falling on the gun
Pull the trigger on this backward city

Looks like we've taken all the drugs
Takes our homes, take our wives, take our children
It's the only substitute for love
The illusion that our life's worth livin'

I see you falling on the gun
I can't do anything

Anxiety Performance

An Organ
Of Vision
Perspective
Well Lived In

No Second
Opinion
No Doorman
No Reason

A Product
A Placement
A Party
A Basement

It's Common
No Different
No Beauty
No Pageant
No.

A Prissy
A Prison
A Secret
Religion

You're Yawning
I'm On It
No Baby
No Bonnet

We're Plugged In
We're Ready
More Bloodstain
Less Bedding

It's Common
No Different
Performance Anxiety