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Our lease is up at the end of november and my roommates are all going
separate ways. i’ll officially have no place to live. I was going to
move in with Lawrence, but i told him i’d get back to him in a couple
days, and when i called back he told me they had just rented it
yesterday. I didn’t really want to live there, but it was only 200
dollars a month and he and I are “on the same page” so it would have
worked out. Anyway… So tired of moving. I’ve moved 5 times within the
last year. It’s always the same thing for me, another new place…
doesn’t work out…time to move. .

This kid Dean who i used to live with in Los Angeles is playing at
first friday with his band “WIVES”. I remember he started up a record
label after he got a lot of money when his car got hit by one of the
Backstreet Boys. I never really got along with Dean, and i used to
threaten to beat him up because he would try to tell me not to bring
meat in the house because they were all vegans, and i’d always throw
these huge bags of shrimp in the freezer along with burger king and
what not. Anyhow, Dean’s best friend who lived with us was this kid
named Dave whom Mark Schoenecker and I always called “the Egyptian”.
Dave was just Mexican actually, but he had an uncanny resemblance to
one of those people from the tombs of Ancient Egypt. Well, when  i
ran into Mike Runion while i was in Hollywood a couple months ago, i
asked him whatever happened to the Egyptian. According to Mike “Dave
turned out to be EVEN crazier than you.” He then proceeded to tell me
the story of how it turned out that the whole time the egyptian was
living with us, he was having sex with some gay guy for money. The guy
was paying him $100 a week. Not only that, but Dean’s girlfriend at the
time was this gross girl with a really really high pitch voice. I don’t
remember what her name was cause we all just called her “squeaky”.
Anyway, it was discovered that the egyptian was screwing her too, and
he was Dean’s best friend!

So, apparently I’m going to First Friday with the bad news bears.

There’s a pirate party this saturday on 5th and Wilson in Tempe. It seems a little cliche, but it’s an annual event. I’ve personally never really been a fan of these “theme” type parties. Like i remember when me and abe threw that early nineties party last year, half the girls i invited i didn’t even tell them they were supposed to dress up(like i really want to force my friends to dress like they are straight out of the “Lisa’s Fashion Show” Saved by the Bell episode). I can’t remember what abe wore that night. He looked like some kind of quasi early nineties coke dealer from that show “Parker Lewis Can’t Lose”. Somehow the fence ended up in the pool, and someone broke the ceiling fan and that was probably the greatest night of my life so far. Anyhow… I digress, I can honestly say i have never in my life had much interest in being “that guy” who’s decked out all costume drama style and totally into the party’s theme. You all know the type. In any event, this should be a good jam. I’ll most likely be there, unless some girl i adore calls me and wants to do something else…since that always comes first.

I noticed that No-Fi Magazine reviewed my album in their latest issue. They gave it a pretty good (for the most part) review.

Brandon Adamson “Springtime In Paris” CD

reviewed by Chris Beyond

Like Atom And His Package and Creekbird, Brandon Adamson sings along to self programmed synthesized music. While he may not have the experience of those one-man-bands, the songs on this album still have their charm…if not a little bit long at times. You get the idea right away with the first track “Outer Space”, lo-fi keyboards with pretty melodies that seem like they could fall apart at any time, but seem to keep it together for most of the song. Brandon’s vocals can only closely be compared to Rivers Cuomo, had he realized how empty Weezer had become and decided to chuck it all for a couple keyboards and a tape recorder. The songs really can get monotonous at times. They just don’t change very much. The title track “Springtime In Paris” is a good example of this. My favorite song on the album is “Moving Day”, but even that one could use a bit more. (No-Fi “Radio” program director) Quin put it best when he said that this album is cheesy, but almost cheesy in a good way. We both agree that we’d definitely play some of these tracks on No-Fi “Radio” so there you go. Plus both Quin and I listened to this ALL the way through the first time we put into the CD player so there is something there…maybe the next album will hit that level that this one almost reaches. Worth listening to, but I’d like to hear more from this guy…maybe experimenting with the sound a bit more, Brandon’s next album will be better.

So Adriane’s party on saturday turned out to be a pretty damn good jam. The early nineties dance mix was a nice touch. Anyhow, the whole thing felt like a “who’s who” of next generation Phoenix/Tempe hipsters. The very few familiar faces i recognized there all knew it too. You could tell we were all thinking the exact same thing. It was the first party I’ve ever been to where I felt like I was too old to be there, like it recognizably wasn’t my generation. (I got some neat girl’s number there and when I called her the next day she referred to me as ”the guy in the overpriced jacket.”)

Sunday night Abe, Ryan and I went to Anderson’s to watch a bunch of bands play. I hate live music so i always look forward to the in-between times when the bands stop playing so i can talk to people.

Today i went over to Lawrence’s to give him a few copies of my cd. We sat around and talked about moving to Los Angeles(or in my case back to Los Angeles). I could tell Lawrence wants out of here even more badly than i do. It’s all he talks about lately and how its so hard to find people who can be taken seriously in this town. He was pretty bummed out because he was supposed to have band practice, but the new drummer that they had just hired called him and said “actually I’m just going to stay home and drink a whole lot of beer, you should come!”.

So then i left and went home, and it seemed nobody was really around to do anything so i recorded a sad song, and took a bunch of showers.

So i went to first friday with Tara. It was all right, nothing amazing or anything. She’s from the midwest so she talks to everyone. I like to hang out somewhere for a little while and then keep drifting from place to place, group to group. She needs to learn how to give people the cold shoulder, or just do some small talk and move on. It reminded me of when i was a kid and i’d be somewhere with my mom wanting to leave, but she always would be talking to some lady or something and take forever. Like i can walk into a place, and be like “this sucks let’s just say hi to so and so and then leave”. It’s funny, as much as i always have complained about “grade A” L.A. flakes etc, that i find myself playing that character so convincingly when i’m with someone who is the opposite extreme.
 
 So after First friday we go to Bikini Lounge which was jam packed, and unfortunately i was informed by the bartender that they “don’t have red wine”. After a couple drinks and giving the nod to a few friends, we left and went to Fat Cat’s. Tara’s really confrontational and constantly talks shit to people who accidentally bump into her, or are blocking her in the parking lot etc. I tried to explain to her that Phoenix is a civilization, and you have to keep your cool and be laid back about stuff like that and choose your battles wisely. The highlight of the evening was running into Danielle. I talked to her for a few minutes about various things. She claimed that the last time she saw me she thought i didn’t really say hi cause i was with “that girl”. I don’t know what it is with these girls thinking things like that. I adore Danielle unconditionally and forever. I had a crush on her for years always waiting for those 5 minutes when she might be single when i’d finally get my chance. I remember I used to tell everyone i thought she “epitomized female perfection”. So there.

So after that Tara and I went to Hot Pink where we ended up staying for two whole hours. Always when i go there i have to keep busy, because if i stand by myself and am not talking to someone for like two seconds, a gay guy will come up and start talking to me. I always want to just be like “hey i’m straight, and i’m not interested in knowing you so go away”, but they never come right out and overtly say anything right away so its really annoying because you know what they’re getting at, but you have to be polite since they haven’t crossed the line. I can usually get rid of them by just ignoring them. I hate “unsolicited talking” to begin with.

Anyways so finally we leave Hot Pink, and Tara’s car starts overheating. There was smoke coming out and everything. So we had to pull over in a really bad neighborhood, and call a tow truck. This turned out to be the most fun part of the night, just sitting in her car listening to music telling jokes. That’s Tara at her best is just when you’re sitting and talking and telling funny stories, and getting to know the human side of her(she does have one surprisingly). Anyway, we waited for an hour and a half, and while we were outside dirty scumbags kept driving up to us hoping to get some action as they thought that i was pimping her or something. too funny.

There’s nothing like getting home at 6:00 in the morning and getting wasted and then doing a lj entry. Man i’ve been updating this thing too frequently. I’m starting to become one of  those! You all know the type… but in a few weeks i probably won’t have internet access since i quit my job and i’ll be in la. and i’ll be forced to make sporadic updates from random places like kinkos every now and then. I forgot what i was going to write about, wait now i remember. i was going to do a survey…wait make that TWO surveys

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:

 ”Damn her!” he said bitterly, “she’s spoiled my year!”

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?:

nothing. my room is empty, like my promises

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:

6 something

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:

6 something sorry too lazy to look

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:

i don’t hear shit. it’s 6am… a train maybe.. cats meowing, the sound of silence

7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?:

a few minutes ago and i wasn’t doing anything of any significance

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:

i was reading about how an ingredient in diet soda lowers testosterone to “dangerously low levels”. i guess that’s what the problem is. maybe that’s too much information….?

9: What are you wearing?:

jeans, a baseball tshirt(baby blue sleeves).

10: Did you dream last night?:

i used to always dream about the same girl every night. someone told me that meant i had “unresolved issues” with that girl, but the dreams finally went away so now i dream about a new girl,and i’m waiting for those to go away. it just never ends….
11: George Bush: is he a power-crazy nut case or …

bible thumper. i bet he would throw a great barbecue though. i know i wouldn’t miss it.

12: Imagine your first/next child is a girl, what do you call her?

aborted

13: Imagine your first/next child is a boy, what do you call him?:

i don’t really care. the girl can name it… so long as it isn’t the same name as someone i don’t like.

14: Would you ever consider living abroad?:

If one more girl breaks my heart, i’m joining the french foreign legion.

1. Boyfriend/girlfriend: no way. all the girls i know are too skankified for that
2. Crush: 10 of them.. all bad news 
3. Do you love anyone right now: any girl who is perfect
4. Have you ever been in love: yeah but they were all bad
5. Ever had sex: not in a while. i don’t like to get pervy. there are some exceptions
6. How many hearts have you broken: all the girls who’ve ever liked me
7. How many people broke your heart: all the girls i’ve ever liked
8. So what’s your significant other like: probably a train wreck. that’s what i usually fall for.
9. Do you go more by looks or personality: i go by everything
1o. Ever kiss a friend: nope
11. Are you still friends: uhhhh
12. How about weed: whenever
13. Acid: no
14. Ecstasy: i don’t like it. it’s pervy
15. Crack, heroin, anything else:  no. i’ve been know to like crack whores though. i guess i have a savior complex. didn’t you ever see that movie “pretty woman”…so romantic although it would have ended differently had i wrote it.

16. Are you a sissy who drinks Mike’s Hard Lemonade and wine coolers? i don’t drink wine coolers.not for any reason other than i just never considered it before. seems like it would be for old people or soccer moms
17. Prefer beer or liquor? neither, red wine. though i am fond of gin if i’m “down and out”
18. Last time you got some: the girls i know have all been with too many guys and can’t be considered for such things due to medical reasons.

WOULD YOU EVER
19. bungee jump: no that’s so 1991
2o. Skydive: no
21. Swim with dolphins: yeah
22. scuba dive: no way i hate the ocean.that’s the last thing i need is to get my leg chewed off by some shark. man that would suck 

23. Go rock climbing: no
24. Change your religion: i don’t believe in any of that nonsense, though when i lived in hollywood we were going to become scientologists because it was something to believe in
25. Turn your back on your friends for personal gain: yes.
26. Steal a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend: yes. it’s fucking rough out there bitches, and hoes be nothing but competition!
27. Lie to the police: i lie to everyone constantly, and that’s the truth
28. Run from the police: i have, and have gotten caught as well.

29. Speed away from the police: no
3o. Walk up to a total stranger and kiss them:  i have. she liked it but then felt like a slutbag later.

31. Be an exotic dancer: don’t think anyone wants to see that

32. Streak: no

FRIENDS
33. Best friend(s): it changes every few months
34. Known the longest: Mark Schoenecker, anne
35. Wish you talked to more than you do: none. i don’t really care that much
36. How many friends do you think you have: thousands

37. How many do you actually hang out with: hundreds
38. Who drives you insane: nobody. i’ve always been like that

39. Ever lose a good friend because you took it to the next level: no way. i never have “good friends” that i’m interested in. if they don’t adore me from the beginning, they get discarded. i don’t have time for that shit

HAVE YOU EVER
4o. Flashed someone: i got sent to the principals office for kissing a girl in first grade. it was innocent enough.
41. Told the person you liked how you felt: i always do. no point in wasting the time. best to gamble everything on it, lose and then move on.
42. Gotten really REALLY wasted: right now.
43. Skateboarded: 1987-1998
44. Skinny dipped: with my mom when i was younger…JK!

45. Stolen anything from a store: from a store, from friends, from roommates, keep this one close….
46. Kissed someone of the same sex:  yes
47. Been to a concert? i don’t even like live music. the only reason i ever wentto shows was because i knew a girl i liked would be there or i just wanted to hookup with random girls. The whole time i was always annoyed that the music was too loud and was interfering with my game.

48. Been to another country: yeah. l.a. is like a third world country
49. Talked back to an adult: yes 
5o. Given money to some homeless person: i don’t care about the poor. i’m a republican
51. Tried to kill yourself: almost….but someone got there just in time
52. Cried to get out of trouble:  what? i’m a guy

53. Kissed a friend’s brother/sister: yeah i slept with (deleted for decency)
THE LAST THING
54. You ate: pills

56. The last place you went: grocery store
57. Last thing you bought: pills, wine 
58. Last person you saw: rebecca.
59. Last person you talked to online: kelly
6o. Last person you hugged: rebecca
61. Last song you heard: me playing heart and soul on the piano
62. Do you like cows: they’re fine. like reeaaallyyy fine.
63. Do the voices talk only to you: god this is getting lame
64. Are you straight: yeah
65. Are you short: average height
66. Do you own a hot pink shirt: no
67. Do you like Marilyn Manson: no
68. Did you ever touch someone else’s no-no spot: no means no
69. Do you shop at Hot Topic: i tried to buy some purple converse shoes there once but the largest size they had was 6.i wear a 10 and a half so that won’t work

7o. Do you remember your dreams: not usually
71. Can people read you like a book: no way.  nobody knows. they don’t get it
72. Do you talk alot: sometimes. i get shy in person though or i just think a lot so i don’t say anything
73. Are you afraid of clowns: yeah they’re creepy
74. Can you drive:
75. Are you an only child: yeah spoiled, selfish, self occupied,and lonely. be my salvation….

Sunday night i stayed up all night and wrote 5 new songs about things that were on my mind. Typically i have two ways of writing songs. Either i learn to play the melodies first and then write lyrics that will fit in the music, or I’ll write lyrics first and figure out how the song will go in my head, and then learn to play it. I haven’t decided which way is more effective, but writing the lyrics first is definitely more efficient. In fact sometimes i even make the song titles first, before i even do anything.

I’d like to finish another cd by the end of the month with 7 or 8 songs on it. i think it’s possible if i don’t get too distracted by annoying girls.

Speaking of songs….
I was at fashion square mall yesterday lounging around and now i have a tears for fears song stuck in my head. It was playing in one of the department stores while i was trying stuff on and i of course caught myself singing along to it.

Head Over Heels – Tears For Fears

I wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face
Won’t escape my attention

You keep your distance with a system of touch
And gentle persuasion
I’m lost in admiration could I need you this much?
Oh, you’re wasting my time
You’re just wasting time

Something happens and I’m head over heels
I never find out till I’m head over heels
Something happens and I’m head over heels
Ah don’t take my heart
Don’t break my heart
Don’t throw it away

I made a fire and watching burn
Thought of your future
With one foot in the past now just how long will it last
No no no have you no ambition

My mother and my brothers used to breathe in clean air
And dreaming I’m a doctor
It’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand
Oh I feel so…

Something happens and I’m head over heels
And this my four leaf clover
I’m on the line, one open mind
This is my four leaf clover