dear dears,

this has been a crazy week or two. its the week of my senior show and until things can settle down, i cant update anything [scribble / livejournal], heck, i can barely read my email. it is a real good idea to call the house if you want to get in touch with me.

so sue me [jack], that i spent the weekend away in new york city. yes, blame me for taking interest in a nice young man. scold me for wanting to photograph and have a life beyond all of this internet babble. get angry with me when i tell you i spin records at the khyber every thursday night upstairs and the event is free. tell me im a bad person for doing freelance work.

here is the official information on the show.

nexus foundation for todays art

friday, may 4th. ¡FIRST FRIDAY MUTHAFUCKA! the opening reception is 5 - 9 pm. food and drink will be provided.

afterwards, im going to see spoon, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

i will be wearing a nice deep pink and red dress. im still trying to figure out what shoes i should wear, but i know that this should be the least of my worries.

life. sort of descriptive.

making mix tapes. im currently experiencing music overload.

thursday:

frank black and the catholics
persons
palomar
+ me doing a good DJ set

friday:
the french kicks
stinking lizaveta
the burning brides

saturday:
jenny toomey
hiroshima nagasaki
crooked fingers
the red king [shortened due to power outage]
the burning brides
stinking lizaveta
the lapse
wesley willis [shortened due to smoke bomb]
aim of conrad
+ a lot of free beer

sunday:
a family prepares for a funeral.

listen:

the french kicks young lawyer ep [btw, theyre playing friday night at the church]
[urusei] yastura we are…
oneida steel rod ep

read:

raw pogo on the scaffold

[urusei] yatsura we are yatsura
destroyer thief
enon believo!
seam are you driving me crazy?
pavement range life cd5
the yummy fur shoot the ridiculant 7″
black cat #13 / international strike force 7″
tsunami matchbook 7″
kleenex/liliput reissue
tar self titled
silver jews the natural bridge

i sat there on the bed nursing my gimlet, we were reciting lines from “6.4 = makeout,” i remembered a thought i had a couple drunken summers back in christina’s house.

if i ever could find someone who knew about that gary wilson record — no, not gary young as in the former drummer of pavement — they could be potential boyfriend material, despite my aversion to the whole damn idea.

im hoping that you enjoy listening to the natural bridge by the silver jews every night, or that you could get used to the idea.

The women’s night to rock, rock, rock

If you pick up the paper version of the Philadelphia Inquirer, go to the Weekend section. Not only does it include this article on sugartown, but there is a photograph of me.

Whee, now im famous!

[yeah, right]

he could play “driveway to driveway” on the guitar, yeah, that’s the intial reason i was enamored of him. his enthusiasm and passion for music, still inspires me to this day. if there was one thing i could do, it would be able to give him as much an opportunity as i have been given for my own art.

i am fucking sick of looking at this fucking card.

good. i think i swore enough for today. what can i say about this stupid object, that is four by six inches in length, that won’t give me a migraine? not much. i create the card and i get opposition from well… everywhere. a certain chair of a department claims it violates postal codes even after ive taken every precaution for it to not, and then i get complaints from everyone about their logo being too small, and another’s being too large. WHO THE HELL CARES? in the end, this is for the students of the show who are paying for it?

normally, its the money factor that makes all the decisions, but because there’s other parties involved, we have to please them all. and i dont want to please anyone but my classmates.

i would like to really, just tell everyone involved tommorrow, “i have nothing more to do with this,” and yet, im so in far deep that i cant.

now, im suddenly remembering why i changed my major from graphic design to photography.

melanie, a member of the marching band
november 1999. type c print.

i was a huge band geek in high school, perhaps i haven’t let go of that either, since i manage to make it home every year for the annual thanksgiving game. i think it was the only time of the year that the rivalry between highland park and metuchen was made apparent because there was all sorts of tomfoolery - from us acquiring large amounts of vaseline to grease highland park’s bleachers to the opposing teams stealing items off the facade of our school.

i graduated in 1996, and im having a hard time remembering a lot of things about my time there - things that i do remember, are the shows i went to, bands that i listened to, the fact that i had really long hair, maybe an inside joke or two, but slowly, im forgetting everything. my biggest fear is that ill run into someone i went to school with and be unable to recall their name. [really though, why should i care? i wasnt well-liked in high school.]

the year that i went to this game was a special case - my brother was to be graduating that year and then after that, he’d be in college. with each year before that, attending the game as an alumni, i knew someone there in the school, kids that were friends of mine. this year was different, after my brother, there was no one that i would even know, which would make going to these games pointless. [not really, since i still have gone, they’re the perfect reason for getting out of the house when the food is cooking]

i suppose this is why becoming a photographer made sense in the end. ive always owned a camera [my first being a cheap ansco disc camera in the early eighties] and i guess ive used the medium to preserve evidence of my existence, or at least, remembering how i used to exist, through others.