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[19 Aug 2002|05:39pm] |
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so john haugh calls me up to tell me that peabody has been on fire for the past 11 days.
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[19 Aug 2002|02:44pm] |
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Here's a list of statements regarding Mortiis and his work picked up here and there. Some true, some way off... you be the judge of that.
Mortiis lives in a castle in Norway.
Mortiis has had plastic surgery to look the way he does.
Mortiis stabbed his mother to death.
Mortiis is a raving alcoholic and drug-user.
Mortiis died and came back from the dead.
Mortiis is married.
Mortiis can't drink.
Mortiis is not human.
Mortiis and friends sacrifice animals in the forest.
Someone was sadistically murdered in the house he lives in.
Mortiis is a king on the dance floor.
Mortiis OD'ed and had to be resuscitated back to life.
Mortiis eats children.
Mortiis has joined Danny Glover in his quest to stop rascist cab drivers.
Mortiis keeps wolves as pets.
Mortiis has sex with wolves.
Mortiis has been asked to use his nose in a porno movie.
Mortiis has been asked to be in a Disney film.
Mortiis and Sarah Jezebel Deva are the same person.
Mortiis has been involved in inticement to suicide.
Vond sings on The Stargate.
Mortiis' nose falls off during live shows.
Mortiis looks just like Blix from Legend, only taller.
Mortiis' music is bad, because he uses make-up.
Mortiis gave birth to someone's grandmother.
Mortiis is supposed to be a Scandinavian troll.
The Stargate is so bad, everyone displays universal disguist for it.
Mortiis was involved in the Norwegian train crash that took some 30 lives (coincidentally, another passenger was alledgedly saved by aliens).
Mortiis lives in a cave & plays buttmetal
Mortiis sounds like 80´ies goth ala Bauhaus with bad costumes.
Mortiis is a real no talent moron
Mortiis was voted sexiest man in Norway
Mortiis left Emperor in the end of 91, because his mother wouldn`t let him play in a black metal band (taken from an insanely erroneous Emperor fan-site).
Mortiis´ real name is Bobo Trinkles
Mortiis has 13 toes.
Mortiis has a cat named Elisabeth Bathory.
Mortiis plays electronic folk music
Mortiis had to leave Emperor because he is a troll.
Mortiis had his ears stolen and had to do the show without them.
Mortiis saw himself dead in a dream and from that dream he recreated the image of himself he saw.
When you say Mortiis five times in front of a mirror, he appears with his army of trolls and slay the living!
"Who said people were smart?" Mortiis muses over these latest rumours that have been seen on the internet. "Someone said something about me comitting suicide 3 times last year - but I think that was just a sarcastic joke" he adds..."People talk about everything - usually things they don't know the first thing about - but what can you do?
We use these people, though. In this instance, we make this site more interesting to go to thanks to these people"..."I know alot of people have one hell of a hard time dealing with me, because of the way I chose to display myself,and somehow that makes my music bad. If they don't like it - ignore it. If they feel that I am not good enough for them - ignore it. I'm appaled at the fact that they keep wasting time. At least I'm out there fucking fighting and trying to get something constructive done with my life. So what if some DJ out there can mix and make songs that puts people like Trent Reznor or David Bowie (highly unlikely, but still) to shame when all they do is jack off while putting in the latest bullshit in some stupid newsgroup?".
"And by the way..." he says, "Scandinavian trolls are, according to popular myth a mischevious but nice little dwarf, or in some cases, a giant. I hardly fit in with any of those categories. It's time these people get their fucking shit straight."
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[18 Aug 2002|04:12pm] |
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just realized that i both had tape of the beat's just can't stop it in my room and on my computer table in the next room. now only if my car tape player worked ...
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[18 Aug 2002|03:54pm] |
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i've spent far too much time in the past week dilligently absorbing as much information as possible. my head feels like one giant sponge (all cracks about spongelike hair aside)
soon, i will wring out said sponge into a word processer and hopefully have finished essays that will allow me to pass this quarter and get that much closer to getting the fuck out of peabody massachusets for good.
24 hour party people was ok, but i question the use of titles that hurt your eyes and are intentionally hard to read. it's really fucking self indulgent. it was also kind of hard to follow. maybe i don't hear british as well as i think i do. british speech signifies a lot of things for me, which it probably in reality has nothing to do with. so many things i adore are british in origin that the accent makes me think "yeah! i love monty python and the smiths and zounds! yeah!"
jill and i bickered like old married last night.
i watched watership down at like, four am. how does "prince of a thousand enemies" strike people as a potential band name?
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[17 Aug 2002|04:33am] |
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i think maybe the heat just makes me hate everything.
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[17 Aug 2002|04:31am] |
i'm trying to figure out the inside of my head and the appropriate nomenclature and taxonomy to figure out exactly what's caused the overall funk i've been in the for the past few months. ok. since about march, maybe. but march to june was easier to understand. because i was just so fucking overwhelmed with things that needed dealing with. everything just feels a little worn. maybe it's the heat. maybe it's getting around in old worn out shoes in an old worn out car. boston at night in the summer looks beautiful the same way things that have gone slightly bad taste sweet, in the way i think old decaying southern mansions would look, as i haven't seen one with my own eyes. i want to get excited about things again. i think driving all the time cuts me off from just wandering around at night, which in summer is the best thing in the world. i want to walk around with people at three am and leave cryptic tags and dumpster dive and swipe people's american flags and promising lawn ornaments. i think old and worn are the two best adjectives for right now. and if i figure out what's actually bothering me i can plot a course of action, which is what i think is bothering me the most. fuck. i want one of my bands to actually work. at least when i was spending way too much time with DED and FDP i felt like i had some direction. it's almost the end of the quarter. i have so much fucking work to do it's not even funny. i wonder if my annual "it's fall and everyone is moving somewhere but me" freakout is going to be as bad as usual this year. my relationship with boston feels a little weird and strained right now. i'm giving some serious thought to giving this town a breather for a bit after i graduate. i feel like this waiting for school to end thing means waiting on a lot of other things and creates my own inaction. i wonder if moving into the city is going to magically make me happier because getting places won't be a giant fucking production all the time. i feel like i don't spend enough time just walking anymore, because it gives me time to think and clear my head and my head feels more cluttered by the hour. i also feel like i'm getting kind of withdrawn. i go to parties and talk to only people i already know. i'm not making any large efforts to see people or stay in touch even beyond a pretty small circle. i really don't want to be old and worn out and jaded, and i'm wondering what i can do to stop it.
writing more songs with ben's going to make me happier.
i got reinspired to take photographs tonight. now i just have to get my camera back.
driving around all night running fucking errands isn't any fun. i want to leave my house, go somewhere, and then stay put.
word on the street (or word at red 11, for what it's worth) is that katie lewis's rats were liberated. no ALF involvement, however. he went home to be gordan shumway i think.
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[16 Aug 2002|02:39pm] |
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so i was talking with ben last night and i just flat out said "you know, i assume that i'm smarter than everyone and that i have better taste than everyone else does"
and ben was like, yeah, anger is a good motivating force
and i was like, anger, what are you talking about? that's contempt.
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[15 Aug 2002|06:06pm] |
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jill and katie at coney island
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[15 Aug 2002|08:04am] |
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it's eight am. i think my little sister already left to drive to school in north carolina. even though we're not on particularly close terms, i still feel like i should have, i dunno, said goodbye or something to a person i've more or less lived with for the past eighteen years. i just had another flash of that paranoid conviction that i'm still going to be stuck here in peabody for some stupid reason and that everyone else in my life is either going to leave or change until they become unrecognizable and that i'll be here with my records and my internet connection and guitar sitting all by myself for the rest of my life.
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[13 Aug 2002|12:59pm] |
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the threepenny opera |
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crossing the george washington bridge
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[09 Aug 2002|06:30pm] |
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last night i sat around my house with jeff and laura and jill and we looked at old pictures. adam puhawlski in the front row at a distaster strike show with john haugh singing? before i knew him? ruca looking really, really young? everyone back when they looked more punk? katie back when she was aggressively dorky? nick from refuse and resist at a protest? the trouble playing a show at the first and second church? gene when i first met him? god damn.
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[09 Aug 2002|06:26pm] |
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Visionary, revolutionary, vigilante - these descriptions all fit you well. You are thoroughly disgusted with society and humanity as a whole, and you have several rather diabolical plans to reshape it to fit your designs. You're probably a loner, and most people think you're crazy. That's just because they don't understand, though, and you'll show them someday anyway. Heh heh heh. You are known to become very passionate about many causes, have torrid love affairs, and be seen as a either a demagogue or a hero to the proletariat masses.
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Be cool! Take the What Do You Want Out Of Life? Quiz
montana nate's backpack he left at my house during festival del pueblo is serving me well. as a backpack.
i step out soon yay.
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[09 Aug 2002|03:11pm] |
everything you can think of is true
- tom waits
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[08 Aug 2002|03:29pm] |
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two fouled up band practics within four days is pathetic. i miss being able to play music and have it work. not having either band i'm in be in any shape to play out is really frustrating.
i'm visiting faye this weekend, because she leaves for europe soon and because boston is making me kind of crazy and miserable.
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[05 Aug 2002|02:02am] |
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the pulse of the ocean is maybe like feeling something echoing you breathing in and out over and over again, or something echoing your pulse, but so much bigger.
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[05 Aug 2002|01:58am] |
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watching the sun come up on the beach was the antithesis of everything that feels slightly poisonous recently.
the best thing about being on the beach at night waiting for the dawn is the complete lack of abstraction. there's sand and dark and the people (and dog) you are with, and that's that.
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