happiness is what you make of it.– AJM
This is the part where you find out who you are...
It’s time. I am proud, and just a little anxious to announce that Streetlight Diaries’ first book- my first book- will be available in less than one month. There’s a little show being held at the Crazy Donkey in a town called Farmingdale on JULY 24th in a little home I like to call Long Island- where it all began. Two little bands called Patent Pending and Score 24 are releasing brand new EPs that...
A girl doesn’t need anyone who doesn’t need her.– Marilyn Monroe (via denneyxoxo)
When I was little, I always wanted to grow up to be Jo March in Little Women.
is key in exhalation, isn’t it? In waiting for someone to reach out- the right person- to say what you need to hear. The resolvement of one permits the other. This is the scariest thing I’ve done, the farthest I’ve pushed it before deciding it was too much, that I’d be better off. But I won’t be better off. And I don’t really have another choice. So what then,...
It is a strange sort of quiet- giving up. It’s as if the rain and the cold are friends; ones who spare you the effort of facade. These days are very fine and contorted only in serenity. I could lie still, for 24 hours, wondering if it was I felt sick or just tired, realizing only in my lack of true empathy that the cause of my motionless ambition is no less divided than it is secular. The...
Why do people disappear?– I know why I did.
he says when i'm driving myself crazy to-
- do something productive. Hmm… I hung a Green Day poster up. That took 30 seconds. Then I put on some kohl. That took 20 seconds. So, I made some clothes. Well I cut up old clothes and made them…choppier. Then I painted. Then I painted the clothes. Then I painted myself. So now I’m silver. Hm. The trouble with me is I won’t do anything unless it’s the right side of my...
Can you really forgive if you can’t forget?– Carrie, Sex and the City (via denneyxoxo)
What a world-
I think somehow I still belong on this Island. Much of what I initially fell in love with is gone. Much of why I am labeled a “scene girl” has (thankfully) uprooted itself and broke away from the Rockville Centre train station. They are departed, but not invisible. I still ask McG a million questions on any given day, and I still talk to Kev on the phone from a million miles away. We’re all...
So cling to what you know and never let go. You should know— things...– adtr
The world is an opinion and I’m on your side- – TimmyEPIC
Update on my This Condition summer 2009 tour Book:
It’s done. …Terica.
I want da gold.
I awoke in a clammy 18”x18” square of backseat space not knowing what state we were in. My headphones were wrapped around my neck. But worst of all, it was 10:15am and we were not in Tom Denney’s driveway. “I’m really gonna miss Big Sexy,” Rob says sleepily from the driver’s seat. “I miss Lola.” We left Ocala 17 hours ago with 5 handshakes and 1 gold CD. Rob took great fun in making Paul wait...
"I'm gonna hafta do that again."
Vocal day makes everything better, at least for one girl. All tensions I try to put aside, and the heartbreaks I bequeath for a time. And I sit, in Ocala’s dimmer dimly lit recording studio, watching Tom Denney coach 3 rug rats who apparently, can really sing. TD: “Make your voice softer here, don’t push on this one.” RF: “Okay- I’ll make it sound like I’m making love to a baby...
There’s something weird about his ass…– Tom Denney on Paul Ruess
Rob: I just realized I’m not wearing any underwear.
Paul: Me neither.
Tera: Yeah, me neither.
Tom: …oh shit.
This is a good review.
I’m good at glorifying, and so is Boys Like Girls. Watching them at the Bamboozle Road Show last week felt like being at my first concert again, and I stood between Kevin Bard and Joe Fox in an admiring grin. The set was not perfect. And there were few scatty moments from the lead singer. But the unbalance felt real, and in case today’s pop punkers aren’t familiar with that term, it refers to a...
I’m starting to recognize the tone of everyone’s farts, is that bad? I hardly need to set my alarm anymore, but not because we wake up to get to the studio at the same time every morning… because it’s around the same time that Score Symphony in D major starts. For beginner wind instrumentalist of course, D major is not suitable. However these boys are no amateurs. There aren’t many things I wonder...
“Is it weird that I farted and it smells like waffles? I haven’t had waffles in weeks…”
The singer is high.
I have run out of gauze, because the band was playing Marco Polo and Rob gashed his shoulder open on the side of the pool. He was not Marco at the time. I have only small band aids left, because Paul walked into a pane of broken glass. He defended himself by saying he couldn’t see it since, typically, this sort of glass is clear. I replace empty water bottles on...
she's crazy 'bout Elvis.
I’ve gotten used to being in all different places all the time. In fact, I hate it when we’re still. It’s almost too hot to write out by the pool in Ocala, Florida, without becoming grossly miserable. I stick my legs into the deep end to re-charge my senses; I feel like I’ve been keeping too much from these blogs. It’s pretty desolate out here, though I keep turning my head only to acknowledge a...
I just saw Tom Denney’s ass! …for a big guy, ya know, you don’t have a very hairy ass.” —Paul Ruess