just scored _____ ____ tix

(I think-but with busy-ness & love & disorder in my life- I say only, w/love in my heart,...put on a sweater for Pete's sake)
-some form of beard

The Twilight Sad tune Reflections on the Television places me in a dingy, dimly lit Glasgow pub-Kind of like the one you remember the Beatles cutting their teeth with before they even broke the UK-compact & old. the song is loud & noisy, not mellow, but exciting & building. the crowd seem to be enjoying themselves timidly-it’s obvious the band has decided to open their set with this entry. The vibe in the pub perfectly matches the vibe experienced at concerts before the audience really gets going-1^st pints aren’t finished yet-bloodstreams are safe, for now.

across the room I notice a leak from the ceiling occasionally tip-taping on the smooth brick surface of the floor. For some reason I can see it from afar, but can’t hear it’s tiny contribution to it’s environment. I often feel the same way- I’m here in the world, relevant & idealistic, but unable to make a splash or unwilling to take risks like the water drop. Always peering & ready for movement, but no action, no jump, no drop. This voice ain't even yours to share, I hum to myself - was that last line trying to tell me something? why am I here to only hold myself back? No one notices me, I assume because I’m dreaming. Either a dream, or I’m under some sort of spell or unknown substance. Young Glaswegians dance & flail around me yet I remain sedated & focused on the music.

A heavy hand takes hold,..It’s late fall, there’s a stench of weed, cheap lager & nighttime that surrounds me. 3 smells I know I’ll never get out of the long sleeve, black sweater I don. “There’s People Downstairs” sings James Graham in his thick Scottish draw. I wonder if he speaks figuratively or literally, will we soon be joined by others, or are we being watched? Why aren’t these people joining the group? My heightened paranoid thoughts solidify my dream state hypothesis. All at once the music stops & I’m fully aware, able to move & interact, but the crowd has stopped cold in their sips of beer, puffs of smoke, & steps of movement-my senses are heightened like that of a vampire & I can now hear the pounding of the water drip-drop leak across the room. I'm more than a fighter, I think to myself. I'm bigger than myself for a moment, & with the now pounding beat of the drip, I realize my size, no longer alone with myself. this dark Scottish night of Fall, the scent, that smell of night, the collective- That's my hope tonight, to be bigger, more powerful, to be with you & I achieve my hope because of this group & with one last drop, the leak dissolves & the crowd all at once becomes one & that evaporation gives me power & a sense of being & purpose & all at once as if I control every voice to every young Glaswegian in that dingy, dimly lit pub I scream out I'm More Than A Fighter, -

& whoa, I feel so liberated & powerful, unstoppable & I leave that pub, now on my own volition, free from the spell of self doubt that so recently bound my feet from the ground-knowing I've changed something & maybe I've passed on a little hope to that dark nighttime crowd, the collective that helped me realize- maybe they've become more powerful in their pursuits-1 less in number, but ultimately stronger. The crowd, now only a figment of a fleeting memory, continue their hedonistic pursuits without me until the early morning Glasgow sun rises & greets with a burst.

Spaced turns 10

(just super quick here, I promise)
Can't help but notice alot of buzz/talk this past week about my beloved all time tied for 1st fav show ever Spaced turns exactly 10 yrs old today- & I didn't really prepare a write up dust up or anything but since I'm lucky enough to follow Wright, Pegg & Frost on Twitter-I just couldn't help myself. They've been really active recently.

So WOW-some nice write ups here http://www.fit.am/1bi & here http://www.fit.am/1bj-but just had the overwhelming feeling to say thanks to especially Stevenson/Hynes & Pegg for writing it because simply of the reason that the show itself has given me more joy & actual meaning in my life & even helped to shape me as an adult & watching that series for the 15th time still gives me a sense of meaning & purpose & realization that life can suck sure at times, but it's more about the relationships that we have with those around us & having fun & screw it! if you're not doing what you wanted to at a certain age, there are people out in the world that have the same problems as you, same interest, etc. THANKS FOR MAKING ME LAUGH!! thanks for giving us something of substance. thanks for honesty, thanks for knowing, thanks for being smart & responsible Edgar with your direction, Thanks for the endless quotes, thanks for the dance club episode, the paint ball episode, the trashing of SW ep.1, the rescue mission, the cake, Brian, Marsha, Mike & his guns, aahhhhhh tears, but ssooooomuch more thanks!!!

I float 10 stories up
high above main
28 & alone
even higher with my sound
over cities
but under rain clouds
long legs straight
casual in thought
& focused on beats
I write poetry on my phone
electronic ticking prose
adverse in idea
NOT! to be messed with
music will guide my smile
& darkness will always win over
It's my supreme commander
my Sgt. raper
my elite leader
a fixated devotion
a focused endeavor
evoking an endgame
with a plan for global domination
rad, in all it's pizza slice form
to release
Joints
bones creek
beautiful transpose
to delay destiny
to try at something
like a lingering piano
pouncing on downbeats
it's systematic display
of pounding notation
swirling heavenly
over those cities
to inspire
to elicit
a reaction
I too,
can feel the pull

new tune thoughts for thunderclap & you

(The First Days of Spring)

I'm just saying this album is worth a listen & then you can decide for yourself, but mind the distractions & really let yourself sulk-you'll enjoy it more that way.

This haunting, heartbreaking recording by Noah & The Whale can best be described as a downbeat-mellow post indie gem??(whatever that means)- the band name was inspired by Noah Baumbach's film The Squid and The Whale. (they must reeeeeeaaaaallyy like the film)
one album review wrote, "the entire album plays like a soft, despondent breath"
depression & optimism anyone?
some songs on the album culminate with grand, swirling crescendos-incredible & beautiful. build, build, build, then release- beautiful & soaring into the blue sky.

I found a GREAT write up of the album on a site I've never heard of called Sputnik Music. I'll post the link to the entire article, but take a quick look at the author's thoughts on "break up records". really great writing:

I encourage you to discover this album when it aligns with personal despondency of any sort for a sole reason: a lot of people never understand break-up records until that specific moment arises (case in point, Bon Iver for me). When an album is so dependent on it's luck pulling your heartstrings, it doesn't make any sense out of context. That's not to say that this isn't for casual, level-headed listeners -- you don't have to be a hapless, meth addict who was recently abandoned by a snake-wrestling woman named Benji to enjoy this, because the music is beautiful regardless of pretense. Yet what pushes 'The First Days of Spring' above and beyond is it's broken-down charisma and inarguable sincerity; it's an extremely personal album. A mostly sarcastic suggestion for any women reading this (none): start a serious and immeasurably loving relationship with a musician and then break up with him when things can't get any better because people seem to write the best songs when heartbroken. Need evidence? Take a listen.

link to original article: http://www.fit.am/1a6

wow-woo-wee

& what a weekend it's been thus far-& only now checking in with you & electronically shaking hands. getting ready for the grand fair maiden bumbles to come home & only just finished walking back from the shop with a pleasant surprise in my arsenal. but wanted to apologize for what i like to call supreme blog neglect this pastie &
wow just wanting to seize the opportunity to write on other topics than just chula ramblings & thai food, etc. but so far, so decent on that venture. we'll continue to think up ideas, thoughts & opinions on how to better myself & bring the beautiful game to the masses. it's all about passion in the end. but
struggling to as of right now find any new music-a little spoiled , i know, but feel like i need to constantly challenge myself on that field of play. ifyou sit around, you tend to get a little stale- you end up stinking. a stinking, stale mess.
but loads going on & if you live under a rock-my passion won the Manchester derby today 4-3 in one of the all time epic fist football fights-heart murmur heart attack victim-but a few players incredibly worth a mention: ryan giggs (the professor) darren fletcher (the scot) & a right proper handshake to City for an incredible effort & thank you for a match that may not be equaled this season & i'll never forget screaming into that pillow when michael owen put that 4th one in, in the 96th or so,..wow supreme!!

but only now just hearing about City's craig bellamy who played a blinder today scoring a brace for his club & was quite impressive if i must say so,..but was involved in an altercation with a fan & quite possibly got his knuckles to this lads chin,..wow,..such a shame it has to come to this,..i leave you only with this,....


see told ya. i guess that's what you get for running out onto the pitch. still sad though. have a good week & i'll try to get with you a few more times, lemme know if you hear anything worth a listen. w/love

Muuahahahaha!

& only now putting the finishing touches on article/post concerning the impending Manchester Derby which takes place this Sunday-WOW!! & that will obviously appear over on epl talk maybe sometime later today,(bout 3) (that site seems to be mostly about timing, etc....nevermind.) - which you can clickie-click on the side of this very page. but checking in & saying hello this morning with mucho going on-o. I mean last night we talked about everything from custom designed belt-buckles (whichwere awesome! & I can pick one that will allow me to get my ultraviolence on, more on that later) to lad-run video game podcasts (which was also awesome:Jerm, you know so much about stuff I know nothing about, but I love hearing your sexy voice & your great laugh) to mates & dates & then lay to rest. but spread thin again today which bugs me, but ok because ideas for words have been sparse & new music has been slow coming in & this True Blood is really bugging me, like proper over-acting-trash-southern-but interesting & I know there's something there, but can I get over my pre-conceived British-Ameri-anglo-sensibilities? oh! & make onward to S3 of the IT Crowd (& that's I,....T,..& not "it") but a phantasmagorical TV series from the same production as the British Office (which was the tied for 1st all time best)

but maybe check the post later & read & insert mind words & process, & then HEY! leave me a quote, Justin Chula always does-he da man!!! We out!!

9/15-09

just a quick shout to Directv-or however you spell it-cause I now have all my local channels in HD which will come in handy for my late night ventures & such (&yes I still think SNL is fantastic, even when it isn't funny, it's still relevant-you should watch)& they somehow just miraculously appeared recently but wow! they should of always been there, because of how much i pay them each month-GGEEZZ! & each year, this day is kind of to slightly momentous at the Chula household & only because it marks what we like to call Matchday One of the UEFA Champions League (group stages) (&feel free to give me a call if you need like some proper sit down, explanation & such-we'll go out for a kip & I'll talk talk talk, until you just can't take it)-& YES!! it's back-& another reason to pat my satellite provider on the back is wow! I think i have at my disposal about a plum ton of matches to choose from,-& oh no! I seem to feel like I'm coming down with something,...cough',...cough',....uuhhhh. maybe I Should bang out (hehehaha) (but wow! "Matchday One"- has such an epic ring to it) it's like proper gladiator comp all over again--but only so happy to have you here to experience it with me. (on the side, people I know, people very close to me are starting to catch this bug that i always talk about-you know who you are, & what you're about to become. it won't be long now-stayed tuned) (insert sinister laugh________

i leave you now

monumental YO!

&

dear saturday,

I love you,..thank you sooooo much for all you do for me. You're like sweet nectar that i lick off Angels toes, & although my grammar isn't always correct, you always provide me with an "incredulous" time. (a word i use often) (do i know what it means? yes. does it work in my context's, yes & no. did i make up an already est word? yes & no) & as i sit here w/electronic thinking machine lid wide (a phrase i use often) & tipie-type--I can hear 3 things: 1. the low murmur of americans talking over german fussbalers 2 the drip drop of coffee AM drinking situation (another phrase i use often) & thetic-tac smackie smack of my tied for 1st all time fav skinny jean situ drying in the tub.
& sat-thank you for providing me with so many differest eating options that please my mind, body & soul. there's loads to choose from & for that i think you deserve best day-but oh, for so much more as well. the days, weeks, months & years of self-realization, music foundation, film gyration & most important of all:

PROPER

FOOTBALL

SITUATION

haha,..saturday, you knew that was coming, did you not? (& quite possibly one of my all-time fav most used phrases-i love it!! & so should you)haha
but when i sit back & think of all that you've provided me with, all the experiences, the travel, the stories, the caloric intake , the "good show chap, jolly good", i soon realize there's no way i can possibly repay you. so saturday, where does this leave us? are you an old neighborhood to me? well, maybe. that depends on the hood-like sat you're most def a proper brooklyn williamsburg downtown hipster joint that i could never leave-not sumter co fla or anything nasty liek that. would i ever think to let another day creep in on our love for each other? not a chance. just the thought of you eases my mind, your name itself does wonders to the ear. so i'll leave you now to go enjoy you more. i'll be in you all day today, we'll walk together hand in hand over the rocky mountains of hope to maybe end up at thai or sushi or a pint with mates or chula#1's house it will be glorious-but wherever i end up, just know that i love you, & that i'll be with you & you alone & that i'll always love you--i mean we've been together for so long. 28 yrs mate. thats a pretty long run

oh,..the prehistoric (sick) dinosaur just woke up haha-must tend to her,..oh & before i go i wanted to snap photo just for you sat- i went ahead & put on my proper football face, because the lads have epic white heart lane north london hoedown showdown & because of you, i'll be able to sit butt in front & oh-so-concentrate for the lads, & i will pull them on to victory..

saturday!!!(snap)

if you only knew

but getting ready to romp round the new jayz bomb that dropped & excited
but this dark PM for once typie type & im only just used to am coffee blear
typie type,..but hey, things change, & situations differ & environments shift
so yeah-neon Indian electro beat bedroom shuffle- fuzz bleeps blips
SCATTER!!
the most incredulous burger is a mushroom swiss veggie pattie
it's funk
like neon indian love
back beat
always sober
never pretending
but do you know the one ingredient that it lacks?
quite possibly,
a wheat bun
hold mayo
& the English today,
whoaaaaaaaaaa
5-1
& celebratory tickets punched
for south africa
a deadbeat sumer awaits
deadbeat summer
it's just a deadbeat summer
deadbeat sumer
it's just a deadbeat summer,
aahh aahhh ahahhh ahhhh
it's you!

dear mother, pt.2

sheesh m'neesh!
that Bennie really
did a clever little
dance ditty on me'ead
still slight foggy from
the proceedings
But the procession
was prolific
in it's presentation
so profound
so un-perfect
a jet set
a whirl wind of opportunity
to seize
it's a gas
I mean, the hrs
spent, laying
on the couch
in understated
situations
relying heavily on
the traipse
we all sing.

what a spectacular
celebration of love
w/2 people
coming together &
2 lives
intersecting &
the lights
at night
would glow
& the peeps
in attendance
would go
& when Shaun took
the cinnamon challenge
i laughed so hard
my stomach hurt
& i'll never forget
the puff
of dust
that spewed out
like benton's
wedding day tears
& i was so good at
pressing my button
my job
for the night
& the fellowship
was divine
& the cheers
were mine
& i remember the fountain
& the arm wrestling
& the president of Lancaster
& the soft ethio jazz
it
was
spectacular

dear mother,.

Doing good. fighting d’town today - renew auto tag-huge rip off/stealing of $$$$---soooooo broke right now. Things tight-Send money. Send food-send clean up crew- carpet shreds funk hypothesis – clean shave screw hair do-me too -- -sneeze funk! Mix & mush up –driver truck – coffee cup- monumental bleep up-w/love

I’m,……

IN,……

The,…..

WRONG,…….

PROFESSION

& tired of fighting people-fist fight telephone-juxtapose mental switch-bloddy nose dried-cause an itch-paperwork headache-knee in a twist-what does it all mean,…….? NOTHING in the end………us humans,…we participate in activities that require no bravery—we live unnatural lives—constantly fighting with ourselves – we are our own worst enemy- we overwhelm ourselves w/worry – oh! The irony-we shake- we sizzle – we quake – we fizzle, out, in the end,--what is the profession you speak of? i must go now- away from here- to a better place- the rd - the phone- it's how we communicate without being next to each other-

but until then,