It's time . . .

. . . to go into LiveJournal mode for a while.

-Matt

Personal And The Pizzas @ The Old Miami in Detroit, MI.

    The other day I went to see Personal And The Pizzas, a punk band from New Jersey.  They played with two other bands who just so happen to suck very bad like.  This was my first time to The Old Miami and I think it has won the position of #1 sweetest bar that I've been to yet in Detroit.  They have an awesome jukebox that doesn't cost TOO much, dudes hanging out and playing records instead of a radio, walls covered with Vietnam memorabilia, a back yard area that rules to a ridiculous extent, and they host some awesome bands regularly.  My only complaint is that Maker's Mark costs $7 a drink.  That's not TOO bad since I only occasionally have one single drink, but it's not fair to the bourbon drinkers of planet earth.
    ANYWAYS!  The Old Miami rules and Personal And The Pizzas rules.  Check out these two videos I shot while I was there!

Personal And The Pizzas - Brass Knuckles

Personal And The Pizzas - Never Find Me

Enjoy!

I love all of you.

-Matt

Friends come, and then they go . . . back home.

    As always, I had trouble sleeping.  With the time being around 4 AM, sitting at my aunt's house while she visits her dying sister in Kentucky (my other aunt) taking care of her trio of babies that just so happen to be chihuahuas, not much productivity can come from a person.  Frustrated with not being able to slow my brain from racing in every direction all at once, I hop on my bike and go to Dunkin' Donuts.
    I spent roughly two hours sitting at Dunkin' Donuts dipping bagels into my decaffeinated coffee (blasphemous, I know).  The first half of my two hour stint there was spent renaming wireless networks to stupid stuff that I wont publicize on here out of stupid paranoia.  The latter half of the two hour period was spent making this:

    The song is by a band called "The Whoopass Girls," and the track is titled "Old Red."  They're just some midwestern kids making sloppy, care-free music.  It's real, raw, and truthful.  Check 'em out.  If you're into them, check out the other from 'em that's along the same lines under the band names "Henry Bemis Is A Super Hero," "The Loneliest Cowgirls," "Screaming And Dreaming," and . . . I feel like I'm forgetting one of them . . .

    I miss all of my friends.

    Personal and the Pizza's tonight at The Old Miami in Detroit.  Probably going solo, oh well, it will be a good time.  I wish that teleportation devices existed so all of my friends from Kentucky and around the world could tag along.


-Matt

The sky looks pissed.

That's lightning going on in the clouds.  Probably the scariest looking clouds I've ever seen in my life.  I don't think I've ever seen clouds roll so quickly, especially while lighting up as if they were preparing to release a horseman or two.

Rarrr.

I am into things.

    Going through a single semi-recent folder of photos I've edited, I discovered a few things that I'm into as of late, they are as follows:

PLAYING WITH TOY LENSES.

PLAYYYYYING WITH TOY LENSES.

READING GREAT BOOKS.

MAKING STENCILS.

LIVING IN A SCARY LOOKING HOUSE WHEN IT STORMS.

GETTING POSSESSED BY THE SPIRIT OF PATRICK SWAYZE. 

FEEDING DINOSAURS LIQUOR.

GETTING MAIL.

RIDING BIKES (WITH PEOPLE).

LOOKING AT SPACE IN MY BACK YARD.

TEACHING PEOPLE SPELLS.

-Matt