Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Keep your calendars clear, my friends, because @5pm on Thursday May 3rd Gina and I will be playing our first “concert” as a part of the Spring Jam block party. While i’d been pestering the Campus Activities Board to book us for the event for well over a month, it was cemented last night when Gina and I were the only two performers to show up at an open mic event, which was quickly turned into “Live with Gina & Peter.” We traded a few individual performances (a new one of hers, and “Landslide.” “No Second Chance,” “Relief,” “Hold on Me,” “Splinter,” and a combo “Lucky Star” + “Lost Out” for me), but then joined forces for our standards: “Under My Skin,” “With or Without You,” “Sharks Can’t Sleep” (fun!), “Never Say Goodbye,” “Can’t Do Without You,” a new song, and “Deadweight.” It remains to be seen what songs we’ll be adding for our joint set at the block party, but last night was definitely fun and some of the better performing we’ve managed to put together in our several years of intermittent collaboration. So, keep May 3rd free, and show up not only for the music but also for the block party extravaganza!

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3199963/

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The moment you saw me your face lit up just like a christmas tree
But i didn't want to admit that that electric could be me
I have reasons piled up why this could never be
And the only one really in the way is 'me'

I got a little lost the moment you leaned in
Cause things don't stay simple with your world sent spinning
I can't just back out of this affection
But my lips somehow veered off in another direction
Cause kisses aren't contracts and hugs aren't handshakes
And you'd have me making promises i'm not allowed to break
But somehow we've got to a nonverbal agreement
On something we can't seem to cement
And I'm choosing the subtle saftey of the distance
From me to the top of the pedestal in this instance
It hardly even makes a difference

It was a goodbye i was looking forward to
As a soapbox for my feelings for you
Because I figured you could suffer a few more words
And either way you'd be headed down the road
with me empty handed, hollow hearted, my eyes watching you recede
But resolve melts quick on a city street
And that was just my theory of the easy way out
What are the chances of me opening my mouth
Against the chances of those Christmas lights all burning out
Or their plug pulled a minute too soon.
Some people leave them up past June.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3185805/

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The oddest thing happened to me wednesday night. There was a knock on my door, and i immediately was ready to scream “Jesus, Matt, how the hell did you manage to lose your keys?” but when i looked out the peephole i saw something that was definitely more girl-shaped than Matt (Josh chimes in: Dude, I’m more girl-shaped than Matt.) Sorry, anyway… I opened the door and there was a girl there. I asked timidly “Am i being loud?”, and in response i was handed a wine cooler, and the girl doing the handing said “I just wanted to tell you that i love listening to you through my ceiling and i wanted to give you something, so here.” I sorta just stood there dumbfounded for a second, opening and closing my mouth, and then said “Wow… um… thank you.” We chatted for a very strange minute or two during which i found out she lives directly beneath me, and then she left. I put the bottle down on my stereo and started working on my new song again, but the bottle was staring me down. It felt weird sitting there.

Bottle in hand i went downstairs and rapped on her door, and she opened it with a sorta bemused look on her face and i said “I don’t really take liquor from strangers, but i’ll come down and play you some songs this weekend and drink it then.” We wound up talking for an hour, during which time i learned that i’m “famous.” My next door neighbor apparently turns off his teevee at night to listen to me play, her entire family knows who i am from her commenting on me while on the phone, and her boyfriend was totally ecstatic to hear me bleeding down through the walls one day when he woke up. “I’m sorta like a teevee character, huh?” “Well, I didn’t want you to think i wanted to hook up with you or anything, but i just had to come up and give you something or say something. So, both”


We sat on her floor with her door wide open for a while and figured out that the weird italian looking guy in spandex from her dorm was actually Joey, and she even knows Selina from working in the language department, and i wound up promising to communicate through notes slipped under her door, and that i’d show up with my guitar over the weekend.

And to think i thought she was going to complain about me being loud.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3185795/

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heartbreak even -ani difranco

it’s a heartbreak even situation

nothing lost and nothing gained

so i’m 10 years old again

standing in the backyard waving at a train

i feel you make love to me slightly

every time you let a little laugh slip too soon

and the moment passes over us so lightly

it feels like sand blowing over a dune

you try not to let your emotions show

but it ain’t a balloon you can just let go

it’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun

sticky hands

    sticky arms

        sticky situation

it’s a heartbreak even situation

one part powerful elation

one part pitiful and frail

and i’m trying to feel my way around

a book of promises written in braille

there is pressure from within this

and pressure from above

there is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love

and there’s wet wool blankets one, two, three

laid onto my chest

’til i just can’t breathe

and i try not to let my emotions show

but it ain’t a balloon i can just let go

it’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun

sticky hands

    sticky arms

        sticky situation

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3164936/

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As for the Cast Party on friday night there were only a middling amount of actual cast members there, but there was plenty of liquor and it got rather interesting rather quickly. Highlights included being told i was “the gay icon of the entire homosexual population of the Freshman class,” a rocking acoustic performance of “Like a Virgin” that didn’t even involve me, and how everyone was scratching and clawing at each other to get ahold of the one Pre-Mix demo i brought for Laurel, who left today. Lowlights included dropping a bottle of hard lemonade right on the ground instead of getting it into the pocket i was aiming for, not really having any females to flirt with in a productive fashion, and the inhuman amount of vodka i put in every single screwdriver. If you’ve got a low tolerance, don’t let me mix drinks for you, okay? The night came out alright, though i wound up sleeping far far into the afternoon yesterday after i finally dragged my ass back to the apartment. Certainly not a night i’ll be forgetting anytime soon.

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