binge

arent i being cliched-ly monosyllabic with my blog titles?

im having my holy- shit-college-starts-next-week-and-i-havent-done-one-tenth-of-the things-id-planned-to-do-in-my-semester-break. moment

i still havent watched fear and loathing, or read ravan and eddie. or for that matter cuckold which i really have taken a liking to.

i have however had 4 separate madass binges this past week.
my liver is on the verge of giving notice and yesterday i had my first passout on the floor and wake up the next morning.

oh damn

tom waits is singing blue valentine.

tom waits and ray charles should come with a statutory warning, do NOT attempt to sing along. you'll only embarrass yourself.

i want to talk about the blues .

i honestly doubt if theres ever been a genre of music so incredibly touching. so incredibly personal.

jazz tends to be occasionally too intellectual, too misty for its own good. i know that by most standards im still a huge noob, but some ornette coleman songs are just plain weird. rock tends to be too impersonal at times. too shallow.

but you just have to listen to the king, or muddy waters, or buddy guy or the probably hundreds of saviors of soul, people who honestly make you grab your chest as their voices seem to shimmy down your throat like you're having your scotch with no water on a hot day.

as you can surmise
my brain isnt really fully functional right now
on account of me having given up the cigarettes.
boy this blows