Just an updateizzle.

What to say, what to say.  It’s 2:08AM.  Been going to bed around 3 as of late and it MUST STOP.  I’m getting way too tired in the day and my bed here just isn’t comfortable enough so as to allow me to rest up properly.  Every day pretty recently I’ve been having blood-shot eyes by around 8:30, 9PM.  I swore the other day that I’d be going to bed so much earlier, but awesome-ass things just keep emerging and I’m engaged until the super early morning hours.  Tonight’s distraction away from sleep was Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2.  Yeah, I’m pretty sure blogs, forums, Facebook statuses, and Twitters are all a-buzz with MW2 updates.  But shit.  It really is a cultural phenomenon within the gaming world.  Jon told me that 5 million people bought it at its LAUNCH at MIDNIGHT.  5 million people in the U.S. lined up for it.  Ain’t that crazy?  Let’s do the math on that.

$59.99 x 5,000,000 = $299,950,000.  Yeah.  This game is equally making over $300 mil.  Isn’t that crazy to think about?  Just on the FIRST MORNING it amassed $300 mil.  To date, Men In Black, the movie, has made less than $600 million.  Movies are universal enjoyment… video games are definitely a niche.  To me that’s pretty stellar.  Like, just imagine that kinda success.  I know my name isn’t attributed to anything jaw-dropping.  I mean, I’ve had some poetry published… and I’ve had my music on the radio twice… but whatever.  Nothing worth writing home about… yet.

Definitely this past week I’ve been seeing myself in a different light musically.  It pretty much all started Monday with my performance of One More Time at Kafein.  My stage antics still suck and I can’t talk to an audience worth a damn… but I still killed that song and Joe was definitely singing it long after I was done playing.  His words at the Harrison stop were, “Dammit!  That song is so catchy!”  You’re damn right its. :)  And then yesterday at band practice with Brett and Shawn, I had Brett saying multiple times, “I swear dude, I feel like I could cry- you’re amazing!”.  And jamming last night with Joe at 1 in the morning?  Yeah.  I came up with some super sick stuff on drums.  Oh!  And back up a bit, I believe I had Paul grinning from ear to ear when he heard the drums I wanted to add to his new songs for the Stellanecks.  Just… fuck yeah.  I’m in a very good place musically, and now that I’m taking the time as of late to really practice my instruments, I’m starting to feel very, very accomplished.

Speaking of Paul, I met with him last night to discuss what’s going to be happening with his band the Stellanecks and the recording of their album, “Sweep the Sky.”  It was a really good brainstorming session and the one thing I loved most was his comment about me.  I forgot why he said this to Dom (the other member), but Paul’s words were, “Dude, I know Mort.  He’s gonna give us all he’s got and work harder for us than anyone else possible, just busting his balls to get us the best album we can.”  It was really endearing to know that that’s how he views me.  Lately I’ve been feeling kinda lame in terms of my success, but I really feel like it’s just been due to a lack of inspiration.  Nothing has been inspiring me as of late.  All my fuel used to come from Harriet’s love.  It just got me going like crazy.  And without it I need to find some sort of new muse.  The last album I heard that got me amped was This Will Be the Death of Us by Set Your Goals.  While Raditude, Armistice, and even Lost In Suburbia have been super sick albums that I’m a huge fan of… they haven’t inspired me.  And shit.  It’s been forever since I’ve seen a movie or an anime that really got my creative juices pumping.  I’ve exhausted a lot of good art this past year… it’s safe to say I’m in a dryspell and just need to let this drought happen.

So what exactly AM I doing creatively these days? I’m playing in Brett Cooper’s band on bass, I’m reading/playing through a Motown Bass Charts book, I’m playing for the Window Theatre, I’ll be recording the Stellanecks, I’m reading The Gunseller by Hugh Laurie, I’m trying to write blogs about zen teachings, and I’ll be devoting a lot of time very soon to experimenting with Pro Tools 7 LE.  Word up.

Right now I’m listening to the music from Samurai Champloo.  Such good music… such a great anime.  I miss those days where I had so much new/good anime to consume.  I’m at that point in my life where it’s very difficult to find a new anime because it seems I’ve watched all the good ones.  I think the last show I watched that was great was like… Magikano.  And that was last semester.  Sad day!  I haven’t even watched a Japanese film in forever.  Been meaning to watch My Neighbors the Yamadas and 9 Souls with Harriet.  Hopefully that’ll still happen.  But I wanna watch something I haven’t SEEN.  I tried watching this documentary on Akihabara, but it was just such a shoddy production that I didn’t have to determination to sit through it.  Twas cool… nothing more.

However, tonight I started watching this fucked up movie called SALO (or, the 120 Days of Sodom).  I really don’t care for it, but the stuff happening on screen is so interesting and depraved that I can’t bring myself to turn it off.  Basically, it’s this true story (I think- otherwise there’s no way a plotline of this caliber would make it onto the Criterion Collection) about how these boys and girls were captured and taken away to a private Italian Villa where these fascist leaders set up a type of sexual retreat where they were allowed to do whatever they pleased to the kids.  And basically it’s a TON of homosexual sodomy occurring randomly and usually painfully.  It’s not exactly cringe-worthy… but it is most definitely one of those movies that’ll have you saying, “What the fuck?” quite a bit.  I dunno.  Do I recommend it?  Nah.  But if you’re looking for something controversial and something that’s gonna stomp, jump, and destroy a bunch of taboos- then Salo’s your movie.

Yeah.  p.s.- it’s been a while since I’ve seen a great movie.  Anti Christ is totally one of the best movies of the year/potentially one of my all-time faves- but it was just so insane that I feel like I didn’t enjoy it WHILE I was there.  It’s one of those movies that yes- if I think about it, it’s a beautifully haunting film.  But I have a hard time admitting that it was so good just because of the subject matter.  Haha… I really do want to see it again so badly- that imagery is STILL stuck with me.  But at the same time, the movie is exhausting to sit through.  Part of me doesn’t know if I can have the strength to endure it’s brief hour and a half runtime again.  Fantastic Mr. Fox and 2012 are out.  I really want to see those.  Fantastic Mr. Fox is reviewing incredibly well and 2012 just looks like an onslaught of mindless fun.  Saw Donna today- she said This Is It is phenomenal and Kirby said the same, so you know me and the Duemigs will be making a trip to the theatre for that one.

Anyways, this has been a pretty lame blog and I’m super tired, so I should just grab some shuteye.  But… even though I find these types of blogs “stupid” nowadays… I really should do them more often.  I’m going to kick myself so hard when I have basically all of my highschool career documented here through my WordPress blogs, yet none of my collegiate career.  Granted, there’s been a lot going on that I really have purposefully chosen to neglect writing about.  But I can’t keep doing that.  Life is filled with joy, sadness, triumphs, defeat- I need to capture that all.

Goodnight, then.

p.s.- Chris wrote me today saying how badly he wants to just be able to hang with me 2 to 3 times a week, chilling out and just talking with some good music on in the background.  There’s a man I wish more than anything that I could do the same with.  Fuck that ocean that separates us.  Haha.. and I have to include that the kid has no problem admitting he wants so badly to be related to me.  Now that’s raditude.

Be Courageous.

For whatever reason, I have a set of morals that I follow and I will never change myself for anyone.  I love who I am and if I choose to spend my night playing music, going to organic markets, and chilling out with Broken Social scene planning Fall festivities and talking about what it means to be a human being with fellow friends… that’s my business and I shouldn’t be judged for it. I am happy and that is what matters.

Do what you wanna do.  Make your life a masterpiece according to you.

Di di di

Alright, here it is. My final blog for a long time. I’m not interested in documenting my summer- I’m interested in living it. One thing I realized yesterday was how jampacked every day is that I have. When I got home from a day with Harriet I kinda stood around for a few minutes thinking, “Wow, I feel like I did nothing today…” But then when I went back and thought about it, her and I accomplished so much: we went joyriding with all the windows down, we went to Maxwell’s, we went to an Asian market and bought vanilla mochi, we went to a park and got ice cream all over each other and wrote a card, then went for a walk, then sat on the nicest bench with the greatest view ever while the wind blew sweetly around us, then we went to a grad party where we were the center of attention a lot of the time and where I met a kid named luke, and dominated in volleyball with a guy named Dan, and then we went to Dave’s grad party where we attempted to solve dj’s love problems and we yet again were pretty much at the center of things. That was what we did from 12:45-8:05. In less than 8 hours all that got accomplished. Yet when I got home I’d like, forgotten all that happened, because it all just meshed together. All I could really comprehend was that I had a great day. And that’s how every day is with her. I don’t realize how amazing it is until I get the chance to sit down and think about it… because there’s so much! And instead of rationalizing all I do and sorting it all out with a blog, I’m just gonna say fuck it and keep living life.

Summer officially starts today after graduation. I’m not very interested in going and I’m actually gonna talk my parents out of taking me to the White Chocolate Grill, cuz I’d honestly rather go to Red Robin. I’m just not interested in luxurious things. With electronics? Yeah. I like the best of the best. But that’s the only thing I enjoy spending money on. I actually hate spending a lot of money on food: I just enjoy paying for quality food… not mcdonald’s and shit. But the White Chocolate Grill is one of those places that is just overly expensive and I have no interest in that. I don’t have an interest in expensive clothes. I don’t see the point in expensive furniture. I won’t buy expensive music cds or dvds. But hey, back to my point about not wanting to go to graduation or dinner: I’ve got no desire in all these formal gatherings. More than anything I’d rather just go off and do something with Harriet. We haven’t made love in two days: that’d be fun. We haven’t just sat back and relaxed since Tuesday, that’d be fun too. Bah, I just want to be with her. Friday was the perfect day: I got to hang with Appastar AND have Harriet by my side AND play a show.

I don’t usually like doing things with other people. I only want to be with Harriet. But that’s because I guess I really have no interest in hanging with the people from Benet. The only person I enjoy being with immensely is Glenn and he’s never available for me. But like, I have no problem spending a day with Appastar- Allen, Tim, Chris, and Zeph. I don’t feel like I’m being cheated out of not seeing Harriet: I feel like I’m having a fantastic time and Harriet is given a chance to do whatever she wants to do. Granted, I always want her with me… so that’s what’s great about appastar: they’re all cool that she joins up with us anyways! Then I love hanging with Will: but he’s so hard to get a hold of. But yeah. Graduating from benet: guess it doesn’t mean too much to me because… no one there means that much. I’ve got some great friends and they’ve helped get me through one or all of the years at Benet… but I never made any truly lasting relationships. When I hear the phrase “lasting friendship” I think of two people: Glenn and Joan. I just don’t know about anyone else.

I’m not sure if I want to go to columbia anymore. I was so excited about it until two things happen: a) I fell so deeply in love with Harriet and b) appastar became whole. Now I’d give anything to jsut play music and be with Harriet down in new orleans. But hey. Whatever, can’t have everything. Or… can i?

I’m done writing.

Two paragraphs.

My mind is absolutely teeming with thoughts, ideas, feelings.  It’s hard balancing it all.  Not to mention my allergies have been going haywire… so… life has been difficult lately. 

Let’s see if I can make sense of all my thoughts the past few days:
I got kicked out of creative writing for a bullshit reason.  I read a book that was “inappropriate” and thus I became the bastard child everyone at Benet now believes me to be.  But consequently I was a runner-up in a Mother’s Club essay contest about “Who is my hero?”  While everyone undoubetdly wrote about their mothers, I wrote about Thomas Delonge.  A musical nobody to these mothers grading the papers and I still managed to get “runner-up.”  Not fucking bad, if you ask me.  I also wrote that paper in about twenty minutes.  I also learned I have a massive ego.  I knew that already… but really… it’s huge.  I have to do a group project in Cinema that I don’t think I’m going to survive.  Harriet told me she’s probably going to Tulane for college.  Cue a thousand handsome guys with washboard abs who’d she’d probably rather date.  That’s not the reality, that’s my paranoia.  I have no self-worth.  I’d like to develop some.  Appastar truly are wonderful friends.  I wish I saw them so much more…  Even Pat and Judd for that matter.  allen and I bonded yesterday like we haven’t bonded in a while.  We just don’t have the time.  He gave me some insights I took to heart: “When I see you guys the true love is obvious.”  Speaking of…  Harriet’s at Tulane right now… and her cell phone got taken away, so I can’t talk to her at all.  It’s killer.  I wasn’t prepared for that.  School is so lonely without her.  I see her every period.  I want to see her every period.  I’m just being greedy.  Dance, Dance, Dance is almost done.  I’m so intriuged as to how it’s all going to end.  Such a good book…  I need to finish watching Mushi-shi so I can get more movies.  9 Souls is next on my list.  Hooray for Japanese cinema.  I’ve also got the 2001: A Space Odyssey soundtrack coming in the mail soon and BLKTOP Project.  They’re a japanese jazz group.  Totally great.  I got a haircut.  I happen to like it.  Short… but perfect.  It’ll grow out nicely for prom… and that was the main reason for getting it.  I feel like I’m getting really flabby.  Maybe I’m just overanalyzing it… but I’d like to cut down on my eating for a week… get back to normal.  Cuz it’s not like I don’t exercise… so I feel like maybe I’m eating a bit too much…  or I’m just not giving myself enough time to recover from indulgence to indulgence.  Indulgence.  Fuck, why don’t I know restraint?  religion, religion, religion… what does it mean to me?  God, I love you.  But… what else is there?  I don’t like mass, the Bible is boring, I adhere to my own rules (although most of your rules follow in with mine), and I don’t pray to anyone else besides you.  Is this okay?  I had an amazing dream last night.  It had everything I could ever ask for in it.  Except, having sex on iron bars?  Okay, that part was a little difficult to get through.  The mattress was thrown off in a fit of passion and the iron bars underneath were left…  My old friend Jess was in that dream.  I was at a track meet with Harriet and she walked off… and then I saw Jess.  She wrote me a letter and it came to me by air-mail (literally, the wind carried it).  As I was reading it and was going to write a response, I then felt a kiss on my cheek.  I put the letter down to see Jess and we had a great time together.  “I just see you as my best friend, nothing more.  But we’re damn good best friends.”  I messaged her this morning saying I wanted to see her.  Because I do.  Jess was an absolutely critical person in my life and we drifted so far apart without much reason or warning…  I’d love to reconnect.  Harriet’s singing with me for the Muse Coffeehouse in May 10th.  I can’t wait.  Our performance is everything I want it to be.  A Girl Named You.  Our Mango Tree.  Plus one new song.  We’re going to blow people away.  Progression Media is growing growing growing.  “Your company is inspiring.”  I wish my friends lived here.  Adam, Vicky, Jimmy, Tayler.  Best friends for life who I can’t even see.  So sad…  Hm, I’ve got some more work to do, so goodbye.

Puke

So much to tell.  So much I’m going to keep inside. 

Here are the bullet-points of what’s in my head (minus the bullet-points):

Debby wants to see me! 

Corbett and Danielle are excellent human beings.

Mike and Mikey are excellent fun.

Allen, Tim, and Chris are also excellent guys.

Judd and Pat are excellent too!

Harriet and I = the best thing ever.

My in-grown toenail = total ball-suckage.

Ugh. Whatever.  I’m already done writing.  Time for Eternal Sonata!

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