Band Schwag!
12/10/2009
It's been a good while since I've posted regularly, so I'm not even sure who's reading this! Chime in if it's you (comment link below).
Anyway, in the months I've been away, I helped get a band off the ground. We're now solid, ready to play, and buying merch to sell. Below is our logo on some vinyl stickers, and also on a nifty shirt (vinyl transfer).
Check out our facebook at http://www.thelivingmachines.com. You can find our respective other pages from there :)
We're playing a couple of shows this weekend. If you're in the area or fancy a long drive to Tulsa, come see us! We rock!
posted by novachild @ Thursday, December 10, 2009,
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UltraVivid Dream - 12-8-09
12/08/2009
crazy I know, places I goDREAM: Bought a new car, a '98' toyota. Red. Looked futuristic and small like electric car. I was with a woman. It was a nondescript woman, an amalgamation of lovers perhaps, changing with every scene. We were going to this rickety house in a bad neighborhood to visit a friend. The house was old and falling apart. I can't remember who the friend was who lived in the house, but it was haunted by 3 spirits. One was a man, late 20s or no older than 30. He just sort of wandered in and out. He didn't seem to concern me that much, and neither did another spirit. Younger girl. Can't remember her much other than that. There was an older woman, late 60s, a fearsome, violent and malevolent spirit. Everyone else there was terrified but I chose not to be. She would come at me with knives and things, or run into windows and cut herself up. Repeatedly. And she would scream. I chose not to be scared, so none of it had actual effect on me aside from visual disturbance.
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
(The Sundays)
There was a gunshot somewhere. Cops came to raid the neighborhood. Everyone was told to go outside.
Skip to morning, we went to the car. Strangely, a tree grown right through it and destroyed it from the inside. The property owners or someone involved offered to replace it, but all they had was prev. years model, and it was sort of orange color. I accepted it and drove off.
Visited a shopping area, sort of like downtown jenks. Was just walking along when a homeless looking wanderer walked past. He was thin-ish, dark beard, brown eyes, about 6' tall. He wore a black stocking hat, a canvas bag and an army jacket. Looked like a wanderer, a traveler down on his luck. He said hi and I smiled and said hi back. He seemed very elated and we talked. He told me his name was Michael. I got the sensation suddenly that he was the man haunting that house and he needed validation of his existence in order to be free and happy and go to whatever next level awaited him. Somehow he was hoping to get that from me, because I was aware of him when others were not. I then felt a burden lift from both our shoulders as we parted ways. He smiled again and wandered off into crowds of people shopping.
I woke up feeling like I had accomplished something. Like my presence in whatever celestial space this dream happened... changed things for the positive. My emotional state was intense with empathy, happiness, and a touch of sadness.
I also woke up to the song "Here's Where The Story Ends" by The Sundays playing on Pandora. The bit at the beginning of this entry seems the most relevant to the dream.
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Here's where the story ends - Lyrics
people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise
crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends
posted by novachild @ Tuesday, December 08, 2009,
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