me birthday sunday

it would be so nice if you came. it’s my brother’s too.



myspace. com/jillandhaven :: sexy and sultry
the stomper from last week, miles, found these two at a smokey speak easy one december night back in 1933.. alright maybe not. but maybe at a place called winstons on santa monica blvd where he shares the bar with jill and now will be sharing the stage. jill on vox. haven on the geetar. miles on that racket kit.

myspace. com/thesoulution :: rock your socks off
he bought my brothers bike and wears top hats. he may look like an evil filipino firey danger man. but he’s as sweet as pie. but don’t tell him i told you that.

makeshift food goup :: just two weirdos making music an’ stuff
tom has a habit of misplacing his head at times, so oneday while at the high window he waltzed right into steve’s studio before realizing he was on the wrong floor.. and so began this makeshift food group. two non meat eating citizens making do with tofu, synths, and braggs amino acids.
[but bass and guitars this week]
myspace. com/lissiemusic :: a sweet powerhouse
touring with lenny kravitz and signing with sony bmg uk is a hard act to follow.. but lo and behold tard and lissie meet. all be okay. go listen. it’s like something i heard before. something immediately good. like a smile.




so come out with your smiles and play. NO PRESENTS. just presence.

yesterday

in a city where every one knows some one
some one more important than the person in front of them
it’s easy being a stranger to something real
something to feel






so here be me
a feeling being
and there be you
feeling so true






how does it happen
that in a city where every one knows someone
much more important than the person in front of them
that people come together
and drop all those pretenses all those clouded lenses
and talk to one another
sing to each other
spit emotion to make a heart bigger
our shoulders a little lighter
something to recognize in one another
when we dare to live beyond a margin

how does it happen
that today i want to be a better person

b/w scream

it’s funny how colors change
so quickly yes they do
the closer you get to them
so smeared goes the hue


but was it the color
or was it your eyes
that began to judge
slightly patronize
all that was
once upon a time
all that is
a love less than sublime


with great hopes
we hoped for magic to stay
the newness of touch
that smile that day
but that was that
and now, once color,
is stained black



funny
so pretty that day
to you, so fun and so fresh

funny
once special in that way
now for you, i am less

last night

was really magical.

fist off went to see django james first show at the key club.
then the poetry lounge to see these poets kill it.
then to the pig and whistle to see some crazy beat madness.
then to cafe 101 for some yummy.


anywho.
there is something absolutely charming about hopping from place to place.
and with amazing company throughout.


but it would have been cool if they were all in one spot.
including the food.

that’s what we’re aiming for.
sundays.
tard.
something out of nothing loves.

<3

i just fell in love

with the 110N.

it happened between compton and hollywood.
it was pleasantly surprisingly smooth.
of coarse some rough patches are expected around downtown.
but what relationship doesn't have it's rough patch?
those little scuffs create charatcter.

anyway.
just wanted to share my rush hour romance.

<3

ps..
got to my house and parked in a hurry [in the middle of a hectic day n'all]
but i couldn't help but notice a man in a sweat suit sucking on a pacifier. you know, like the one my lil niece ella enjoys.

can someone tell me why???!