1990's mariah carey, you know-with the big hair

christmas music is now playing in the hotel lobby.
complete with all of your Frank Sinatra to Britney Spears favorites.

god, give me ella and billie and elvis and work would be a lot more enjoyable.







p.s. old mariah carey was the finest.

voices voices

this hotel is getting creepier as each night goes on.

i've been stumbling every other hour over my slippers behind this counter.

i haven't listened to music for almost a week straight until I found the new Voices Voices EP.

it's perfect, some sort of lullaby assassin music.


p.s. does anyone even read this anymore?

evil eye.

oh, i've been neglectful of this blog.
but it seems like others have as well.
i think i may make a tumbler.
the written word is failing.

i have started answering my phone a lot more.
i am used to never picking it up.

ophelia is scaring me with how attached she is to jordyn.
she won't even let me kiss her when she is around.

she gives me the evil eye.

charla.

it seems like at a time when things should be joyous
they are instead ill and sullen.

there are worse things, true that could have happened.

after watching Charla's story last night, everything must be put into perspective.

the world is not ending.

curtis mayfield.

tonight is very slow at the hotel.
people are seeming to be not as genuine as i thought they were.
and nina simone is on my mind.

hypatia.

it all seems so hectic and graphic.

i wrote a letter to one of my best friends.

he gave me his address.

let's see if i send it.

...

i'm trying to read a biography on walt whitman
(fascinating man that he is)
i cannot focus.
yesterday had me shaking with the news that Manimal Vinyl Records is interested in helping us release our album next year.
i've been discouraged a bit due to the lack of vocal support from others,
so the call yesterday from Paul really justified all of this hard work.

if this thing happens,
it's going to be a whirlwind next year.