Friday, June 27, 2008

Days 4-6

Day 4. Franklinville, NJ

has always been
cool, despite the fact that
we wrote a song defacing their
whole state.

Day 5. Doylestown, PA

Holy shit.
So good to see see
so many friends come out.
It felt like old times with great dudes.
Thanks guys.

Day 6. Severna Park, MD

Felt like
I was dying.
Headache and vomiting.
Must have been dehydrated. You
were right.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Alkaline Trio

I just saw Alkaline Trio at the Montgomery Mall and they were awesome. The were probably the best I've ever seen them. If you've never heard of them, check em out.


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Waking up with My Cousin Vinny

So we drove back from Mass last night to NJ. Show tonight in Franklinville should be dope. Woke up this morning to watch My Cousin Vinny on TV. Always forget how good that movie is, and more importantly, how fuckin hot Marisa Tomei is!!! Listened to a lot of Minus the Bear on the ride back last night as usual, but also rocked this band called. Mikey just showed me them and they are super mellow for fans of old death cab and shit. Check them out if you dig that. I've also been reading this book by Lee Siegel called Against the Machine, which basically talks about how the Internet is destroying us all and crap. Very well written, but I have to take it in small doses cause its mad depressing at times. Kinda ironic that I am talking about this on a blog the next morning after reading all about how blogs distort the line between reality and fiction in the form of self-expression and "prosumer" commercialism. So if you want to see the big picture of how your myspace page is nothing more than the commercial manifestation of your "personal" life, read it i guess.


First Three Days of Tour:

If you'll recall, a few posts ago I said this:

"[I] decided that every day on tour I'm going to write and (internet service allowing) post a cinquain every day reflecting that day to me. This is a style of poem similar to a haiku. It is 5 lines and 22 syllables in this order: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2."

Here are the first three days:

Day 1. Montrose, PA

It's good
to see old friends
and start tour off right,
but packing was a cluster fuck.
Oh well.

Day 2. Buffalo, NY

We made
paper airplanes
from tonight's show flyers.
Threw them over Niagra Falls.
Felt small.

Day 3. Florence, MA

we woke up to
a slashed trailer.
I hope someone in Buffalo
feels tough.

Thursday, June 19, 2008


i read a book last night and today whose main character has a PhD in Anthropology and used it to write a weird kind of Anthro themed porno....dare i say, inspirational?

so i said goodbye to my girlfriend tonight and that kinda sucked donkey balls, HOWEVER i did get to watch National Treasure II for the second time and that movie totally rules. i mean come on, America, Nick Cage, Hot Babe, some sweet-ass sidekick and America

i got all my shit together for tour...well except for my new kit, but hey that's life.

I'm exited, I'm nervous, I'm getting a chest piece and golden pirate nose ring as soon as humanly possible

-AKATT (that's gonna be my pen name, for my anthro porn)

And the headlines today read:

Matt Brasch: Only Satisfied Customer of The Happening

All I've read were bad reviews.

Tour starts Saturday. Van is inspected. Merch arrives tomorrow. The set is tight. My bags are packed. Let's do this!

Tomorrow means picking up the van from the shop, organizing the merch, running the set some more, riding my bike to the train and then to my girlfriend's house. Sleeping there. Then, Saturday, I ride back to Kennedy's and get in the van. If you live anywhere in the US, I better see you at a show.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Happening

I just got home from seeing The Happening. All I can say is that it is the most disturbing movie I have ever seen. Everyone should check it out. I've been replaying the movie in my head over and over again and I can't the horrible images out of my head.

I'm gonna go try to sleep.


Monday, June 9, 2008

Philly is too hot/Cinquain summer

This blog has two purposes:

1. It is way too fucking hot in Philadelphia. I don't have A/C and it was 101 degrees today. I ended up sweating through my couch for a few hours after work. Luckily, Josh's girlfriend is moving in down the street and gave me a ride to my friend Kevin's house so that I can sleep comfortably tonight. It's June and feels like the worst day in August. The average temperature for today is supposed to be 78 and it isn't even going down to that at the coolest part of the night. Al Gore was right. The world is getting hotter. However, his solution of being on a first name basis with every fast food employee in the tri-state area isn't working so we've got to think of something else, I guess.

2. I wanted to make a lot of blog updates this summer. Like daily. However, I don't want to do standard blog updates because I'm trying to keep my creative mind working all summer. We're a pretty literate band and we all have our summer reading lined up to keep our minds sharp (I'm reading The Autobiography of Malcom X, I Dream of Microwaves and The Unbearable Lightness of Being). I took a look at my trust handbook of poetic forms and decided that every day on tour I'm going to write and (internet service allowing) post a cinquain every day reflecting that day to me. This is a style of poem similar to a haiku. It is 5 lines and 22 syllables in this order: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. Below is an example of what I would have written on the last US tour the day of the Denver show:

Matt Brasch
Please, do not shave
your beautiful mustache.
It is a gift from God unto
us all.

PS: I apologize for not having a picture of Matt with just the stasche. He only kept it for like 10 hours. Perhaps we'll get him drunk enough to do it this tour and I can get a good picture for us all.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I Don't Feel Like Mowing The Lawn...

I don't. Went to the phillies game last night with the old man and it ruled. Phils are ten games above .500? and in June?! This shit is b-a-n-a-n-a-s, like gwen stefani and shit. every time i write in here i wonder if anyone actually gives a fuck or if the lot of us are just writing in here to make ourselves feel like we've done something with our early twenties. the actual reason for making this blog is this. the last blink 182 cd (self-titled) doesn't really suck. if it came out under any other name i think people would have been all up on its nuts loving hem gently. i mean, it rules besides all the fucking weird tracks where they read poetry but I'm going to chalk that up to Tom being a douche bag. An angels and airwaves concert is really comparable to an ascension to heaven? I can't imagine his explanation of a wonder years show is, because we are way fucking cooler than those dorks.