KGBlog: February 2009

aquemini

just downloaded aquemini from itunes on a whim. i don't know why i didn't have it before. this was one of, if not THE, best rap album of...well probably all-time. i mean top to bottom way ahead of it's time. if something like this came out today the entire rap world would implode on itself in awe and sheer amazement. here's a random track off of it (which i love). the thing, though, is that no track can sum up the record. they change sounds all over the place:

(edited: the song was: outkast - da art of storytellin', part 2)

Posted in: on Friday, February 27, 2009 at at 6:16 PM 0 comments

unhealthy obsession?

go ahead and judge me...

i have a thing for a company whose name i can't even pronounce...

notebooks, journals, scheduler...my desk is really a moleskine display table...it's like their factory threw up all over it.

Posted in: on at at 11:08 AM 0 comments

i wouldn't get 25 things within throwing distance of facebook, but...

julian smith. via cush.

Posted in: on Tuesday, February 24, 2009 at at 7:54 PM 0 comments

birfday confessions:

1. yesterday was my birthday and i still haven't signed into facebook. i'm scared of what i'm going to find on my wall. ok, i'm not scared really. it's like i've taken one of my christmas presents from beneath the tree and hidden it somewhere in my room with the intention of forgetting it. such that, in a few weeks when i stumble across it again, i get the delight of receiving a random and unexpected gift.

2. i have a riveted belief in the idea that sharing a birthday with Regina Spektor, Dr. Dre, and...ahem...Molly Ringwald really does make me a cooler human being all around. really.

3. apparently i say "birfday".

4. back to facebook: i find it sickening that when i look down the list of birfday posters to my wall (in my inbox, because, again, i have yet to actually visit my wall) i can be angry at people. good and real actual friends who didn't happen to be on facebook on my birfday, and thusly didn't post anything on my wall have become the brunt of my irrational disdain. some unfortunate portion of my brain sees that so-and-so posted to my wall, and that one guy i met that one time at that party for that other guy, and the girl from that one class i took in middle school when i lived not here...wait, when did she get out of purgatory!? anyway, with posts from those unknown fringy friends (no, no...don't worry...no, i don't mean you) how can i let a real friend get away with not having any cliche and generic things to say to me on my freaking birfday!

5. er...i never post on anyone's wall on their birthday. (i hope you're not irrationally mad at me for not seeing the notice on my home page. i mean, why would you want some generic birthday message anyway...it's so cliche.)

6. if you did call me or post to my wall...i miss you and i will try to call you back...sorry if i take a while...it's no reflection on how much your heartfelt well-wishes are genuinely appreciated.

Posted in: on Thursday, February 19, 2009 at at 5:40 PM 0 comments

stuck in my head...no, not my teeth

there is absolutely no logical reason for the veronicas to be stuck in my head. i mean, lyrically speaking, untouched is awful. and, musically speaking, some sort of electro pop, untouched is also awful. (now, that could really be true or it could be me trying to pass as a music snob by bashing catchy little tunes...or both.) regardless, the truth is that the freaking strings are like crack dipped in honey and i can't get enough. that was a bit of an understatement...the strings are like...golden crack dipped in diamond encrusted bits of honey and drizzled with that magic chocolate shell stuff. the fact that the song opens and closes with them means that i'm all ears for about 15 seconds, zone out till about a minute and a half and come back for 10 seconds or so, and then come back again for the last 14 seconds...lather rinse repeat:

(edited: the song was: the veronicas - untouched)

Posted in: on Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at at 12:55 AM 0 comments

shadow

shadow
Originally uploaded by kevin glaser

the more i look at this, the more i really like it.

Posted in: on Thursday, February 12, 2009 at at 11:19 PM 0 comments

slowing down

i read this tonight and it made me wish i were really an artist:

A nurse who was fascinated by my ears told me that the steroid shot I was unnecessarily given (but appreciated) would make it hard for me to sleep; that’s unlikely, as I’m already sleepy enough that the only thing keeping me awake is the dripping noises coming from inside my cavernous respiratory system. Being sickly, I’ve imagined an elaborate world inside my sinuses: like a ruined Gothic cathedral, supporting buttresses made indistinguishable from stalagmites by centuries of flow and accumulation.

But being sick has its compensations: Bayou, books, and the otherwise alien idea that I am being productive by sleeping, lazy rest transformed by armchair medical theorizing into some sort of immunological exercise. Feel the burn.

let me 'splain. this is nothing more than a post to a blog. but in it are images, wit, and lexical craftsmanship beyond what i am capable of, if not at my best, then quite certainly at my day to day level. as i read i wondered to myself at the authors ability to enter such a place as his imaginary sinuses and come away with such a vivid image and at the way he captures the welcomed and infrequent acceptance sleep receives in the midst sickness. it is mostly for the former that i am envious. i feel that my mind, far from allowing creative spaces in which sinus cathedrals can blossom, tends to spin with some nebulous urge to rush ahead. as if there were so numerous a set of fresh thoughts queuing to fill my head that my mind ought not be bothered at allowing the current batch to ripen. where it comes from, and why i continuously follow this impulse, is beyond me, though i would like to sever whatever attachment i have to it. i feel it must be one of the most genuine impediments to my really ever producing worthwhile art of any sort.

Posted in: on Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at at 11:23 PM 0 comments

shreds

so...when i lived in nola...harris and i, on occasion, would grab our cameras and go shoot. we'd pick a theme and try and capture it, or look for inspiration in interesting places, etc...one night, after a few successful outings, we realized that our bar had been creeping steadily up and that we might not be happy unless something quite good resulted from this new photo session. so, we went and shot the best photos of our life. end of story. ok...kidding. we decided that for the night we would refuse to shoot anything that might be mistaken for good photography. we would shoot the dumbest shots we could come up with. see trashcan face (though someone has apparently mistaken it as an attempt at saying something deep). and you thought i was joking. it was great. all the pressure was off and we could have fun. i have a whole set of pictures that i absolutely love, and that no other person on the planet apart from harris, would even think twice about never looking at...ever. apart from thinking that, in retrospect, this was a brilliant idea, i am now wondering whether or not i can introduce it into other parts of my life. first test run starts in...now. i realize that i kind of did this experiment to the blog last year when i posted a ridiculous picture of a joke written on what was probably a bathroom stall wall...but every once in a while we need a little something ridiculous in our life to remind us that it's not always that serious...and that sometimes toilet humor really is that funny. last time i reverted to the brain of a 12 year old and laughed till my stomach hurt. this time it was about the same. i now proudly present SHREDS...ok brief preface: someone dubbed over bands...ok thats all you get. i couldn't decide between the creed one and the eric clapton one but in the end i decided making a sucky band sound really bad beats making someone with actually musical ability sound bad...but go to town if you think it's as funny as i did...there are plenty more to watch:

Posted in: on Saturday, February 07, 2009 at at 11:09 PM 2 comments

have i ever mentioned that this is my favorite photograph?

ok i can't commit...top 3.

steve mccurry

(definitely my favorite)

Posted in: on at at 9:17 PM 0 comments

jamie fits the mood:

(edited: the song was: jamie cullum - high and dry)

Posted in: on Thursday, February 05, 2009 at at 10:11 AM 0 comments

new song:

there's a new song over on the myspace that i wrote last night and tonight. it's a pretty bad recording with my guitar strings hitting the computer in a mildly distracting fashion...but whatev. also, before you go over there and judge me, i did type up the lyrics. so, just click on the lyric tab by the title (calling us your own) and you will be able to decipher what it is that i'm actually saying. ugg...ok go listen, i have no more to say. wait....ok go....and, when you get back, will someone let me know how not to be self conscious about everything?

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