tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59821328569044308632024-03-13T16:46:49.585-07:00AntiEgoPhallocentricMusic. Writing. Not very witty, witty conversation.Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-36944739767815150652011-02-17T20:44:00.000-08:002011-02-17T20:44:31.724-08:00You-Tube Is Punk RockHello everyone! Which is to say, Hello Claire! Our one and only follower.<br />
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First bit of business:<br />
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YouTube.com/ListenToGage<br />
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Cuz you can't be an obscure underground Alt-Hop artist without having a youtube account (and I can't be the web manager of an obscure underground Alt-Hop artist without having one.) There is a "mirror-video" up currently of the video we have docked on the side bar (the Run Away one), but Gage and a friend who is currently nameless are working on some footage from a show (audio is pending but i'm sure it'll be great.) The reason there is an official Gage channel now is because as much as I love him, I like to keep our things seperated. So the Run Away video currently hosted on my username will stay up for a while until this official You-Tube Channel gets some steam, then I'll take it down.<br />
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In other news, Gage and Rise are both college students first and foremost. Any student will tell you it gets tiring, and if your playing shows or managing web-sites it only gets more difficult. That is why there has been a slight dip in content on this page (shit, just trace the dates. We posted way more back in January, now its nearly March.)<br />
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But I digress. Check out the Channel! Hit the thumbs up on the video(s), subscribe (PLEASE do this it adds credibility) and then create another 3 youtube accounts and sub us again! The internet works <b>exactly </b>like a late 19th century political machine.<br />
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Take it sleazy<br />
-Rise<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">the only key is knowing how to break the locks</span>Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-51044878841809468112011-01-21T05:49:00.000-08:002011-01-21T05:49:29.092-08:00Dear Mr. Gage and Lovely ReadersYour posts are lovely, and I enjoy knowing what your reading, plus your writing style is always a pleasure to read.<br />
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UPDATES ABOUT THE BLOG:<br />
-I posted this and the video in Stumbleupon in the hopes that folks would come across it and possibly follow us, so if your a stumbler, welcome! Please enjoy all of our amenities.<br />
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-I'll be starting a blog of my own a little bit later in the semester hopefully, and I want to do a cross link thing where we both have links to the others blog.<br />
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-For any readers who may have, for whatever god awful reason, come BACK to this site (as in, a second, or god forbid, a third time) and have ENJOYED the music and writing, and would like MORE of Gages music, shoot me an e-mail at PeteGK08 @ hotmail DOT com(remove the spaces, and use a period instead of DOT)<br />
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I hope things are lovely Gage, I hope Baltimore is better than Houston.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">-Rise</span><i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Knives on fire, motha-fucka, make room</i></span>Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-81621237034568760512011-01-19T21:56:00.001-08:002011-01-19T21:56:58.224-08:00airOplane to pretension<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Pretention <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On an air0plane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes. Doing this in a word doc, cause i’m compulsively blogging like song writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Urgent urges. Shits dangerous, 0 well, not the worstest vice.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here we go, nobody, heh</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Finished the Corrections, it took me over a month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s the same format as Freedom they’re both written by mr. jonathan franzen.</div><div class="MsoNormal">i devoured freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>i like all the characters in their reality like flaws, including the republicans. i liked and disliked the characters as they hated one another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Complete people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like a Russian.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tragedy being the living condition.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Corrections, i didn’t like any of them besides maybe Denise, Both books everyone was hurt and an asshole and did some hatable things but for a reason i can’t articulate, i trudged through Corrections and then for a 70 page spree (560 page book) be in love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Having said that, i can’t say which book i find<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>better. Or anything of the sort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When an unlikable man dies and when an unlikable family concludes unlikably- i still would have cried if i was in private.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
i recommend Franzen and the level of pain he inflicts as much as every magazine and literary thing has this past year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do it. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“i’m not sure if it’s my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">favorite book</i> but it’s probably the best book i’ve ever read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ever.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s how i sell it when i’m selling books.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d say the same things about both and sort of feel the need to re-read them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But now it’s done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like me being in Houston.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Swell.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Appropriately, i picked up a book that’s pretentious and self serving at a bookstore that was pretentious and self serving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Small and all arty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kind of place i’d wish to work but can’t figure how the make money, the kind of place i’m annoyed exist in their exclusivity even though they’re targeting me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Just like<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the book i picked up their. . .</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She said she liked to think of the nighttime sky <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">in reverse,</b> as if the Earth were encloded inside a hard black cocoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like an exoskeleton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With small holes, created perhaps by meteorites or maybe just natual decay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like a colander.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holes revealing just a glimpse of the true sky beyond, pure white ligh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told her that was stupid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that’s beautiful</div><div class="MsoNormal">B.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>if a girl that i said I wasn’t going to speak to anymore (and have restarted speaking to her, again) & i haven’t said that to one another, it’s conceivable we would have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like despite not writing <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">god loves ugly </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>i feel like it’s something I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">could </i>write.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Anyways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>i think it’s partially lame because i think things that are representative or relatable are lame, but at the same time, i don’t like reading things that are unlike me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>i don’t read much on Africa is what i’m saying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Though, books about art, about the community and social strata in that world, i’m anti, generally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It makes me feel gross enough with my friends who don’t see the game of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">it’s gross enough That the character speaks of anarchy as my former roommate who would over pronounce philosophers names and speaking of the coming <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reVElotion’ </i>but couldn’t make it off the couch for greater purpose than refilling his stupor, he’s represented in this book too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And they have the charm of it that i am missing in absurd amounts too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“They were in someone’s bedroom, she was naked, and he was trying to convince her to bounce up and down on the bed, like she had done in the dragon, while he lay underneath, jacking off, and occasionally getting <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">stepped on.</b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t seem to want to play that game and kept <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">weeping </i>and talking about her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">daddy </i>in a shrill, confessional voice.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Baltimore, i’m so excited for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so excited for such bullshit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You got no idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Zach Plague</div><div class="MsoNormal">You annoy me and potentially are in line of befriending me on two accounts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">(ironic that in order to talk about the postmodern bullshit i’m about to talk about, i need to separate the parts and try to organize it standard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>i’ll fail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the attempt would be worth a chuckle if the three hours of sleep wasn’t catching up. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You write like me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You fetched the standard postmodern/punk techniques and use some that i utilize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ex. Bolding for the fun, reversing words, different fonts, blacking out words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ex2 (the punk techniques) very zine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hand writing, the art pages, grainy pictures, doodles along the page… it’s the reason i probably bought you amongst all the other literary people who write books that no one reads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">(like this blog)</div><div class="MsoNormal">You repeat words for the fun of it too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the shit i pull, you uncapatilize things, the shit i pull, which makes me think you’re lazy or selling con.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, sure sure sure, <u>i </u>like to think that it has an effect or purpose, it contributes, buuut as much as i <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">believe </b>these <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">plays on language count,</i> i also think it’s parlor tricks- - smoke--- mirrors =clever, to avoid developed character or moving plot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I believe that is true as well.</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">It’s an oppositional<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>FluX</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">On the other hand, you’re writing about arts and small urbanite living.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Standard style would be inappropriate.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To the second point, I can’t tell if you’re taking yourself or these people serious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s emotional care, sure, connections and a relatable description in a silly lifestyle that is uncomfortably relatable., but the text like the living I’m waiting to return to, I’m not sure if you’re in on it being a joke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">When the ring leader of the art community is speaking like a drug lord, I’d like to believe you’re saying <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fuck you,</i> with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but that line teeters so frequently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe, to continue projecting, if we are alike (which doesn’t answer whether I think we’re buds or if you annoy me) the line blurs consistently for you too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">No it’s not as serious or melodramatic as you’ve been putting it (mind you I’m like 30/40 pages in)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>at times (others it lays off and feels breezy) but maybe the meta point is how guilty we are of forgetting the joke we wrap ourselves in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Believe </b>in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">With my tattoo of fucking house of leaves and skinny jeans and sweat and dirt stains, who says, “I rap,” without any sense of irony, who listens to hard knock life while writing this blog on literary fiction and art culture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">i, who now, is finished and is going to turn off the music and finish my podcast of This American Life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Baltimore, bullshit, I’m sososo excited to return to you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Excited for:</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 Trader Joes and cooking my self dinner</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 My house party show this Friday</div><div class="MsoNormal">3 Classes to begin and my seminar on Attachment Theory</div><div class="MsoNormal">4 Spinning fire at a club for Wickerman</div><div class="MsoNormal">5 Turning 21 and playing Ottobar </div><div class="MsoNormal">6 the gym</div><div class="MsoNormal">7 my car</div><div class="MsoNormal">8 working</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">but mostly for throwing myself into yall, from my friends going abroad, to the friends that wont sleep with me, to the girls I said I’d stop talking to, to their girlfriends, to my exroommate who over pronounces things & you Rise & you miss Welsh</div><div class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t want to be anywhere else in any other kind of bullshit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Post note Entirely unrelated</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This episode of TAL, has kids who run there school and make their rules, something I’ve studied before, I want to remark how when given autonomy, kids learn to vocalize themselves well,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>come up with complex arguments, feel validated, and have more confidence to deal with confrontation leading to consensus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m rather amazed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Almost pushes me towards diplomacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><!--EndFragment-->Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-40335413249282297572011-01-18T15:53:00.000-08:002011-01-18T15:53:32.522-08:00bounce backdid i ever tell you, i had a friend who was about to be my girlfriend who had gotten stuck at a concert, she called a guy to pick her up. The man had said, "me and my friend will come get you but we're going to steal you and rape you." upon picking up the girl, they said, "we weren't kidding." <br />
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they took her to a graveyard. they couldn't get in. thank god. they took her home. she told me the next day. i asked for their address. but she didn't want me to. the guys had ended up bragging ( i know, right) and got their asses kicked sufficiently. she just wanted me to be around her. <br />
it's an ugly fucking world with hideous men. <br />
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the night she told me, we went to my house, i've never said the phrase, "are you sure" so many time. see we were friends for yearsyearsyears. <br />
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when we had met, i had been driven to a goth club, my first time in the city past 10 at night. i don't remember how old i was. she was younger. she had acne and braces and nipple tape and a fishnet shirt. she didn't like me. she told me she was gay and i was then certain she'd give me her number if i followed her around enough. <br />
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i told her, i want to understand you, you see, she was mysterious and bad ass with her braces and nipple tape. <br />
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so.<br />
yearsyearsyears later, we are dating. we were frequenting the same club where she had ignored me. we met this girl with green eyes and an ass and jailbait. <br />
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and my sweetheart, my darling, she said, "we need to hang out! i'm going to rape you."<br />
and and and the girl wrote back, "okay! lols <3."<br />
and my babygirl, she wrote back, "i'm not kidding."<br />
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that girl, she ended up dating a mutual friend of ours. and we only ever kissed her. i didn't ever make out with her. i bit her a few times but i bit her boyfriend a few times too.<br />
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i forget these things happen. how fucked up they seem in retrospect and how glad i am that i'm friends with someone that resilient and humbled that i could ask her "are you sure" and maybe help make her feel like a person, like she's something to be "understood".Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-89159821661086443712011-01-14T15:17:00.000-08:002011-01-14T15:17:02.441-08:00transgendered wrestlingfirst thing i've really written and it needs to come with a warning. everyone can be whatever they want to be and identify however they want to identify, the person in this story responds to she and hasn't corrected me. i'm not saying i know what peoples gender identification or sexuality. it's an allegory. <br />
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i drink a forty fast. I twirl. One hand behind my back, on my lower back, where a tramp stamp would be. This entertains the party. Assortment of girls who are not in the group, from another texas town, brought here (here being this overly nice apartment of Miss Houston's friend) by a 5'2 shoulder length dreadheaded glossy looking girlboy. <br />
The forty empties. We're fine fine fine, I <i>find </i>myself, doing Capoeira with Miss Houston's friend, who has a name that is a state, he looks like David Bowie rode a skateboard and moves like organized adhd. i liked him instantaneously. a nicotine fix beats out dancing with me but mr/miss dreadlocks asks to fight. <br />
She wrestled at some impressive level in high school, i don't understand what she called it, the wrestlers at my high school threw up and didn't eat like the girls i date, the ones they called dykes. If they had won they'd maybe give me a stick of gum after dodgeball, if they lost they'd say <i>this is my fucking lunch faggot. </i>i don't like gum much anyways except for reducing nausea, but i'm the ubermensch and fuck throwing up. <br />
so.<br />
we are wrestling. and she might have done this for a while, and been first all state in the 95 division, or something, but 40 pounds and 6 years of competitive fighting and she's not winning. though she's a fucking steam engine. And 15 minutes later we're still going and my stomach is knotting. people come and go, not appreciating the entertainment value of a front leg sweep and the following sprawl. In fact, this is probably boring for you too. <br />
The spark notes: this is unusually long and competitive and there was no groping which i didn't realize till now and that's pretty unusual, and i wonder what high school was like for her. <br />
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we shake hands she goes to smoke a cigarette, i convince my stomach that we lost the fight if we spew fluids, and it was just <i>one</i> forty. <br />
i head outside late, an expensive toy lightsaber (actual glass kind) is a phallus and a talking stick. And we are shouting of theoretical sexual encounters. <br />
Miss Houston's friend, a less whiskeyed strapping well dressed man who could look like Tom Waits, if Tom Waits was photoshopped into GQ, says, "What if, what if, a girl drugs you, locks you up in her dungeon, drugged you with ecstasy, gave you head and left you locked up, who, who has the power then?"<br />
Mr. Dreadlocks says, "did i get off?"<br />
this goes on for a while, there's a lot of grabbing at the lightsaber, a lot of yelling but the gist was, getting off, means you were serviced, means you have the power. <br />
power being something one posses. <br />
it's some masculine shit. power being something slippery, an engagement between forces, the top force trying to pin the bottom but only possessing dominance because of the relenting or the existence of the bottom, owing victory to the fight itself, to the nature of struggle then ignoring that fact and trying to carry it around like it's gained, like pinning someone down and forfeiting the beer in your stomach, is winning, is power. <br />
i'm sorta in la nausea.<br />
I'd have liked to discuss the differences between gender confusion, gender playing and transgendered. How they are bodies of different water, intersecting and running into one another, filtering from and into a much larger body of water, the Ocean of the Will to Power,<br />
shaped from thinking we own this thing. thinking that we can turn into something else, the masculine perhaps, as mr dreadlocks seems to want, and that will give reprieve from the struggle and the mutuality, the intersecting of power. She had punched her father when she came out and then he agreed to therapy. she was referring to the event as proof of her masculinity.<br />
I don't know her, and he just walked into the cafe, so maybe i should stop, maybe i shouldn't be speaking of such things, especially because i enjoyed him, could see us being friends if i lived in this state.<br />
but i wont stop, and my prognosis is that this is confusing shit. the people that really, really, see themselves as something differently and wish to puke themselves out into the other skin but then there's the most of us who want to be seen or own being whole, being seen as an entirety so in order of achieving such an all too human ideal, we play with our jeans and define victory through another mouth or relenting or our lack of muscle mass or training, or whatever.<br />
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i wanted to have this conversation, this conversation that's on my mind a lot. a lot about the people who kiss one gender than date the other and the power that's aliened in that. <br />
as a side note, she just told me she has a ton of bruises and i held down the screen and we slapped hands and said <i>see you at that party tonight</i>. <br />
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so so i wanted to have that conversation but we were all drunk and i'm poor at this conversation sober, and we had marched up the stairs and i was still trying to keep my insides inside. i was talking to a girl who doesn't blink and wants to be on SNL, when they pulled me up and said "Freestyle, battle her, battle missmr dreadlocks!" <br />
she had one dick joke she kept on repeat. I couldn't hear the instrumentation and was trying to double the beat, she told me i was off rhythm, but that's impossible.<br />
anyways. her battling technique was to lift her shirt and invade myspace with thighs and breast.<br />
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i said, "look, keep giving me a lap dance and you can win the battle, i'd prefer to lose."Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-6495779542460898332011-01-12T14:58:00.001-08:002011-01-12T14:58:19.865-08:00things happen slowly then, it's too late.Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-91215040101099947602011-01-12T14:56:00.000-08:002011-01-12T14:56:12.008-08:00From gage's add<br />
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we're shipped in pieces<br />
form marketing schemes<br />
before finished designs<br />
then mistake the rest as extraneous<br />
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third day in Houston, first day sitting in a cafe. joy. have yet to practice my set, minorly problematic. i'm awful at this vacation thing, really. Day two i figured out my potential work schedule and mapped out my classes. i also got booked for a festival in may, which made the day seem dapper and the effort we've put into this website worth while. that (worthwhileness) and having a place to put my digression that aren't interesting, I'm going to love this. <br />
So.<br />
here is going well enough, i think i'm adapting to Miss Houston (girl i'm visiting) and her friends pretty well, smart and well read and usually in clouds of smoke, which i need to do less of because i function less than well. i went to a get together the first night and rapped over some instrumentals her friend, a guy who provoked enthusiasm, had made. that was probably the best i felt. focused on how many words fit within a breath and staggering my timing. balancing technical craft with speaking with attention to the words. <br />
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anyways<br />
miss houston and i have been well, last night was good conversation and it's mostly like we haven't been apart for six months.<br />
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but i'm sort of askew. split between three states and an assortment of people, assortment of songs to write or practice or books to read or blogs to be clever on, urges. <br />
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my method is sit in whatever it is, aware it'll unravel and writer and read and talk like a mother fucker. <br />
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how are you? how's home?<br />
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do you understand acceptance more than conceptually? i'm not sure if i understand it conceptually. but i think it's the thing to chip away at. There's always some concept or feeling or situation that themes a matter of months, acceptance is at it's awkward phase.Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-79273496884042476952011-01-11T17:53:00.000-08:002011-01-11T17:53:45.338-08:00Re: Party Monster, courtesy of RiseDear Gage<br />
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We'll refer to me as Rise, for the same reason we're refering to you as Gage. Not because I like it, but at this point it just feels earned and its easier to use.<br />
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For our fine readers, Party Monster (or Disco Blood Bath, depending on when the book was published) is about Michael Alig and James St. James. They founded the Club Kids in the 90's and more or less started the Rave Scene. Michael Alig killed a drug dealer who was prominent in the NYC club scene and the book is a recounting of the events leading up to it, as well as the murder itself.<br />
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As for Party Monster, I felt that there was no deeper message to any of it. They weren't trying to change the world or make a statement (at least none that I could see.) To me it seemed like it was a bunch of people who didn't quite fit into mainstream society so they dropped out. They rejected the norm and went a different route. Did it work? Depends on what you mean by "worked." The Rave Scene is still alive today, and for better or worse it is their legacy. Angel is dead, which is also their Legacy. If they had some sort of socio-political purpose at any point, it got lost in the white lines and needles. But hey, that was the early 90's for you....well, that and Rugrats.<br />
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-Rise<br />
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PS: To anyone reading this: Subscribe, repost, and spread the word! Big ups to Claire for the being the first to Subscribe, she gets a Gold Star. Don't YOU want psychological validation too?!Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-81946768619090993432011-01-10T18:00:00.000-08:002011-01-10T18:00:16.294-08:00party monsterdear mr. pgk,<br />
i don't know what we are referring to you as on here.<br />
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anyways, i finished <i>party monster </i>on my air-o-plane fly to Houston. (finished is an over statement, i had 30 or so pages left by the time i got into stef's bed, but either way it's done.)<br />
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that st. james, he's quite the writer. well organized on both the murder and the memoir side. you do get a pretty clear image of michael and their state of reality. <br />
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having said that, were you not left with my questions? <br />
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when did michael become an addict? do you think he felt remorse? how'd you pull yourself out of DRUGS R US? did glamour and excess feel real, like at any point did they believe eyelashes, white girl, blinky lights, and misfits were really <i>about </i>anything? <br />
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miss st james, were you <i>creating</i> a reality or <i>playing </i>in ours? by this, i mean, well, at the end he talks about it not being a life anymore and how he couldn't party the same thus needs to be back into society, that society doesn't change cause you want it to? or is it the one that he built? did he believe something was being accomplished? <br />
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i hope not. way too well read, way too well written (that shit must have taken hardcore editing). <br />
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how was your day? <br />
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this is going to be consuming.Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-23579125767290357892011-01-10T14:00:00.000-08:002011-01-10T14:00:33.776-08:00again<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #afafaf; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">hey,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #afafaf; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span>Gagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982132856904430863.post-91986904368013015382011-01-09T17:50:00.000-08:002011-01-09T17:50:10.395-08:00ep for freehey,<br />
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welcome to the blog, to celebrate having a website and false feelings of grandeur we're giving out a free Ep<br />
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This is Shadows In A Scrapbook II. Volume one was an ep i made at 15, i think we've come a long way since then. <br />
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<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?i45if4bsvo2nvoo">http://www.mediafire.com/?i45if4bsvo2nvoo</a><br />
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if you dig it and would like more free music, start following the blog or add my facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Gage/147097255310082), from there if you like the link or post it on your wall or tell me to give you more music or claim to listen to the Ep in your car, i'd happily give you a series of demos, Futile Attempt Demos. <br />
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hope to be talking to you much more,<br />
Gage<br />
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p.s. thanks to Kanye for backing me on the hookGagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13572288002635136760noreply@blogger.com0