Fask Dragon Party!!!

here are the DJ time slots
(remember only vinyl will be allowed!)

10:00
10:30
11:00
11:30 GP
12:00 Fask
12:30 Fask
1:00 Dan
1:30
2:00
2:30
3:00

Robert Emmett Hosty Jr. in his own words

-sunjet

Okay well, so I;m just going to freewrite here on acount of me acting like an illiterate boob for the past month and a half. Rather than the comfortable stream of thoughts i had been building up; themes i had thought meaningful and stackable, i've been getting sludge. Ah, the mash at the bottom of the barrell. The other day i was thinking about a blues song centered around the character of a 'sloppy messiah'. I was so damn tickled with the sound and feeling of those words in combination I just kept repeating them to myself at random points in the day so as not to forget. Apparently I burned them into my brain. Thanks a bundle, July.

Plans generate an unlikely combination of panic and overeargernes in me. I've struggled to find work as a painter this summer, yet in my -wide as the plains before the white-man free-time- I've yet to come together with this machine and make up a business card. I can't seem to commit to a name. Insert John Donne or Keats or whomever it was that meantioned to austere frivolty of a name. Oh, was it Shakespeare? ..could a rose by any other name smell so sweet?

Big Willy... they were right to bury you in that cadillac coffin.

Perhaps a spirit guide would be of some utility. I think I will start talking to the dead again. My grandpa has watched over me most of my life but there have been vast chapters for which the pages were not cut open with that silver letter opener.

Aside: Do they even print books with the pages still bound together anymore?

I can't sit still out here anymore. The sun is slide across the fireescape/deck and I am all but squeezed up against the shaded wall of my building. I love living in a brownstone. Tally ho bitches.

-Loved ones and the rocks that I love

So what if time is limited? Sometimes when you close your face to inspect for damage you find thoughts have leaked out, they've evaded filtration over such common rocks and pebbles. They are an immutable tide. Triggers made of impounded sediment, so smooth as to conceit the clean formation of their violent birth. Grains laid upon grooves and hollow spaces filled unwittingly, invaded by sleeping conquererers. I hasten to use the term rape. For rocks are rocks, and one cannot impose such disdainful malice of intent. Though, as I let my fingers tender over the rocks I have gifted to beloved friends, I feel my thumb slip into a place I still withold as earnest and waylaid as some extravagant gasp of a wave I have not collided or chested or ducked beneath. The force of friendship and rocks carries depth so true as to make a man take to sea. His only craft his body. He is only body, but body only

love,

rob.

-fruit loops on fire!

--Don't listen to this. You will never listen to this, but i'm telling it as truth. You're divine, I promise. Other people promise, too.

--Fine, I'm not listening. I won't ever listen, I refuse you. Your version of truth.

A pinwheel dart in the missing scale of Chicago, I saw you twirl and laugh in defiant reverence to that mawkish alibaster alter of ego and poetry. The best part was made up, conjured and clapping in rythym, oh!intoxicating, we hardly notice the flashing. It haram's the senses, making sweet and forlorn the capture of the eye, so vulnerable, searching. Where the fuck was that coming from? Was she a secret there, hidden in such bald exhibition? Nay, no vice but the only vice. Living in her breath, now.

I am so dearly dearly proud of you. All my love, Robert

-in4mayshun

Wikipedia sucks ass

-what it takes to sing honestly

So... Be who you are,

and laugh in the face, of your

self slipping away. You're back, back

at least for today!

-punctuated ditty (en stacatto)

Think I've tried to con-

tradict evry voice inside

of me since I was three, on my golden birth-

day, yeah, on my go_o_lden birth/day

P________________SSS

I was born on July 3. I am a cancer.. uh huh, yeah

blah

You know why it is that you do just what you do, cuz yeah you're fast as a bolt of linen, white-rolled-up-linen. You embrace that which defines you

most improved in US history

I want to lead a lyrical life; choose my struggles, vanish battles in a haze, look back and be amazed that I could've just given up the game but didn't, I couldn't, I would never give that away, just let another take my place. Yeah, it's because my life is mine and it's not already made. It's because I've still got today that I'm gonna keep my head up straight, And sit up on high, just relax and let my mind ease into place.

This is my smooth intelligence It's my way to not fade away I choose what choices I will make so I'm not thirsty and don't get played

6th Annual Christmas Sweater/DJ Party!!!

here are the DJ time slots
(remember only vinyl will be allowed!)

9:30
9:45
10:00 Annie
10:15 Dave
10:30 Skato sKaitlin
10:45 Toby
11:00 Aaron
11:15 Jenoise
11:30 Jasoise
11:45 Donny
12:00 Dan
12:15 Fask
12:30 Rob
12:45 Jeff
1:00 DJ Kehembe (Lance Ross)
1:15 Brad
1:30 GP
1:45 Sansone
2:00 Jer
2:15 Voss
2:30
2:45
3:00

only sign up for one spot for now!
I will open up more slots 24hr prior to the party

Christmas Sweater/DJ Party!!!

here are the DJ time slots
(remember only vinyl will be allowed!)

9:00 DJ Emmett (you tell him I'm fucking commmmingah!!)
9:20
9:40 Aaron
10:00 Jason
10:20 Adam
10:40 Jenoit and beccoit
11:00 KB
11:20 JC
11:40 Plastic Crimewave
12:00 Dan
12:20 Fask
12:40 Robby
1:00 GP
1:20 Jeffro
1:40 DJ Kehembe
2:00 Lance
2:20 Liz
2:40 Cristi
3:00 Brad
3:20
3:40
4:00

song for insane times

great song if you haven't heard it
by kevin ayers off of his joy of a toy album in 1969 or so
(did all of the great records come out then???)

I have been thinking and sleepily trying to dream and
it's been so vivid and reflective these days and I can only
know that this is how it is when summer ends and autumn starts
a beginning once again to look back and remember and hope for
the future and all of that. I am feeling older but not in any depressing
way, just a little bit more like someone who has made it this far so far
it feels a little better

have been thinking of these lyrics a lot lately as fall begins to enfold

from "Mama, You Been on My Mind"

"When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind"

from "Boots of Spanish Leather"

"Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow."

from "Chelsea Hotel #2"

"I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said,
Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music."

Don't Hassel the Hoff

in my ongoing obsession with this man's videos
please
take a look at this

it is both unbelievably frightening and addictive, it is so bad and weird
and bizarre that you can't help but be mesmerized. I mean did this guy use a bunch of video editing software from 1992??? I love the blue screen moments.

I have had quite a horrible last couple of weeks with pretty bad anxiety and lack of sleep. Spent about 3 days without a wink and just occasional meals here and there, anyways... a great big boohoo... right?, whatever doesn't kill ya makes you stronger and bullshit like that, at least I lost 10 lb's.

for now quitting smoking is not in my immediate future
that is one thing I know for damn sure.

Beirut R.I.P.

just getting over a shitty shitty summer cold that is only enhanced by +100F weather... upper respiratory, sore throat, runny nose...should give me a reason to quit smoking but someone I bypassed that and have still been feeling like shit, I need a new date to quit... shit I need a date...

the middle east is fucked.. israel is destroying the entire infrastructure of beirut and lebanon in general. right when things were being rebuilt and the lebanese government was trying to get established, it will now be overtaken by islamic radicals, just like every other country in the middle east.

I mean beirut was the city of all cities in the middle east, I know of many arabic friends of mine who's parents had their honeymoons in beirut. it was known as the "paris of the middle east" because it was the most advanced culturally and artistically in the middle east and had the most intellectuals, to bad it is blown back to the stone age, ripe for the picking by islamic extremists.

this is where israel's fatal flaw is(just like the US's fatal flaw with terrorism)
bombing a place into submission does not get rid of terrorists...it makes more terrorists. I truly believe israel should have a country that is safe from outside attackers, but it needs to become smarter. how in the hell do you stop people from hating you?

I mean everyone hates the US and we keep on fucking with the world
if we sincerely did one thing whole-hearted for the middle east or the muslim community in the world, maybe there would be less of them trying to kill us
maybe not, but we have tried this bombing bullshit for 20 years now