Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Hell, i probably won’t even love myself anymore in four years. I’ll just be some sold-out corporate rat who wasted his life trying to please all the wrong people and never himself and who owns all the wrong, insignificant albums, because he tried too hard to choose what he liked. I’ll just be an empty wasted shell who never touches his guitar and starts stories with “When i used to write songs…”
by krisis
The huge, big, ultimate, $64,000 question is, will i still love Ani DiFranco in four years? Who knows… check back then and we’ll see.
by krisis
Wow, can you tell i want to be published weekly in a physical place where someone will pay attention to me?
by krisis
If i comb all of my hair forward and down over my ears i look like some misbegotten british pop star from a third of a century ago! Or slightly less! Times like this, i wish i had a webcam….
by krisis
Just made a massive holiday-season update to my Amazon Wish-List. I’m usually such a dip-shit when i shop for new-yet-old music that i need a list like this *somewhere*, and keeping it in a place where people can help me cross items off is as good as anywhere else.