ich bin ein auslander

time for a change.

brian — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 00:32:09 +0000

I will not be updating this blog anymore. It seems somewhat ridiculous to have a band website, a band myspace page, a blog and a personal myspace page. All of which end up saying approximately the same damn thing. And the whole spam thing is just ridiculous. So…

myspace.com/ichbineinauslander

that is all.

ha ha ha

brian — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 21:47:00 +0000

Courtesy of Marsha Krista…

and i have a new definite guilty pleasure… been listening to she wants revenge, even though i’m horribly embarrassed by it. ipod only, no car stereo.
shes pretty and I like her but shes too well
cuz i need red flags and long nights and she can tell
its not that its my fault its just my style
beginning with a look and then a smile

rockin. in a totally embarrassing way.

Coachella 2007

brian — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 15:06:00 +0000

Not amazing, but not too shabby. Shame about the Chili Peppers and the number of repeat headliners or near-headliners. But nice to see the Jesus and Mary Chain are back together. Of course, they’ll split up again well before Coachella.

Really surprised the Police aren’t headlining a night.

amungus.on the surface

brian — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 04:00:33 +0000

amungus
on the surface
05.22.07

that is all.

For sale.

brian — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:27:32 +0000

I know, I say I’m done blogging but then I’ve made a bunch of posts over the past few days. I am consistently inconsistent.

Anyway, this one’s about my little band called amungus. We’re on myspace, don’t you know? We’re starting to sell a few tracks we’ve got almost done, and using this cool little company called snocap to do it.. so i thought i’d post it here too. why not?

charlotte sometimes

brian — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 07:01:47 +0000

it’s a very odd feeling being in your early 30’s but still finding yourself identifying so strongly with music you listened to literally half your lifetime ago. and speaking of that, if that was you, robert steiner, that was the rob that called me when i landed in the airport and was too fucked up to talk to, please call back. i’d love to hear from you and see what’s going on in your life. and if it wasn’t that particular one, well, go away. and if i do remember corrently, you, ross and i spent a ridiculous week many, many years ago listening to this album on repeat, eating those delicious little sandwiches, playing mario bros obsessively when not corrupting little goth girls (who were all, admittedly, much more corrupt than us already… we were so naive). ahh, good times.

charlotte sometimes

all the faces, all the voices blur
change to one face, change to one voice
prepare yourself for bed
the light seems bright and glares on white walls
all the sounds of charlotte sometimes
into the night with charlotte sometimes

night after night she lay alone in bed
her eyes so open to the dark
the streets all looked so strange
they seemed so far away
but charlotte did not cry

the people seemed so close, playing expressionless games
the people seemed so close
so many other names…

sometimes i’m dreaming
when all the other people dance
sometimes i’m dreaming
charlotte sometimes

sometimes i’m dreaming
expressionless the trance
sometimes i’m dreaming
so many different names

sometimes i’m dreaming
the sounds all stay the same
sometimes i’m dreaming
she hopes to open shadowed eyes
on a different world

come to me, scared princess
charlotte sometimes

on that bleak track
see the sun is gone again
the tears were pouring down her face
she was crying and crying for a girl
who died so many years before

sometimes i dream
when all the other people dance
sometimes i dream
charlotte sometimes

sometimes i dream
the sounds all stay the same
sometimes i’m dreaming
there are so many different names
sometimes i dream
sometimes i dream

charlotte sometimes crying for herself
charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
but it’s always with love
with so much love it looks like
everything else

charlotte sometimes
so far away
glass sealed and pretty
charlotte sometimes

xmas and bored with blogging

brian — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 02:53:40 +0000

xmas is just around the corner. having a small night before the night before gathering, so send an email if you actually know me.

in case you hadn’t noticed, i’m kinda done with the blogging thing. too busy, too much to do, and too little interest in sitting and typing anything out when i do have the downtime.

so this is still all here for now, and i might drop in occasionally… or it might just go away.

Why the internet exists.

brian — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 00:24:20 +0000

I know this is ancient, but I was cleaning out my bookmarks and there it was. It really doesn’t get any better than this.

and in the end we still pretend

brian — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 02:21:29 +0000

i’m really noticing how much i use music to manage my moods and even out the rough bits in my life, now that i do not have any music available to me as my restoration software chugs away on my drive, saving my music, slowly, song by song. 125 albums done, 2422 to go! maybe by the end of the weekend i’ll have most of it back and available.

back at the beginning, sinking, spinning…

dem bones, dem bones, dem bones

brian — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:11:04 +0000

just back from a week (!) in vegas. had a blast. relaxed during the day, and… well, didn’t relax much at night. lots of fun.

coming back from a vacation like that is always somewhat jarring. more so this time than ever before. choices, decisions, whatever. how does one ever know if one’s making the right choice? what is the right choice, the right path, the correct thing to do? i always have the sneaking suspicion things would be much easier if i was either religious or stupid. of course, i tend to think those things go hand in hand, but that’s just because i’m a snarky asshole.

big questions aside, right now, the most pertinent question in my life is WHY THE FUCK DO ALL MY FIREWIRE DRIVES KEEP CRASHING? and even more importantly, when i have every single bit of music i’ve ever owned on one of them, why did i not back it up?

So I sit and watch a disk recovery program trawl through and try to save as much as possible. Fun.