--Listen to some astoundingly good music from Bessie Willard, Jr. (if i ever come close to writing a song as exhilarating as "so i could smell you on my clothes everyday," consider me a happily deceased man):
--Watch my good buddy Matt Fulchiron perform standup on the "Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson." The air mattress shit is especially hilarious:
--I have a new name for America's presence in Iraq. Please join me in using it:
--I want to see THE NEW WORLD very, very badly.
--I have a feeling BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN is only going to make me feel sadder about my recent loss and even more lonely than I already feel. Can't wait for that.
--Unfortunately, the bedroom sessions for the new EncoprEsis record, "Love, and the Lack Thereof," have been put on hold while I get COCAINE ANGEL into presentable shape. It might help if we picture lock it at some point--ha! Seriously, by Monday morning, NO MORE PICTURE EDITING. My gut has proven me right so far (I think and hope), I just need to keep moving forward. Too much second guessing and confusion and the whole thing falls apart. Though it's difficult to please everybody. Which is why this whole process has made me want to abandon cinema and flee to the warm, cozy confines of being a bedroom musician. Filmmaking is hard, just in case you didn't know that.
--Anything cool going on for New Year's Eve? I'll probably be sitting at home watching a Netflix selection that will have my parents thinking I'm an even bigger weirdo than they already do. Last night's foray into RIZE sent them to bed faster than if the crumpers had actually been crumping in our family room.
--Yes, I'm 31 years old and I live with my parents. Get in line, ladies!
--Deliberations have been underway all week for the "Michael Tully Presents the Best Songs of 2005" mix CD. I actually think I might be close. Get ready out there, all you lucky recipients.
--Have a nice weekend...