The Suburbs

"'Month of May' isn't half as dumb, or half as short, or half as light as 90% of the songs on The White Album. I mean I think we're nowhere near as diverse as The Beatles, yet. I mean, I wouldn't mind throwing on a couple 'Honey Pie's."

-Will Butler

old journal

I started flipping through an old journal and found this:

"I woke up and waited for my phone's alarm to ring, but it never did. I grabbed my cell phone and saw I missed four text messages from a girl I didn't like, then that my alarm wasn't set and I was going to be late to class."

Funny and sad. I'm trying to remember who the girl was and what class I was late for.

All my friends in magazines got addicted to the word 'leave'

Soundtrack/Playlist

1). Sweetest Kill - Broken Social Scene
2). Handsome Furs Hate This City - Handsome Furs
3). It Isn't Nothing - Head of Mistakes
4). Turquoise Hexagon Sun - Boards Of Canada
5). Her Disappearing Theme - Broken Social Scene
6). Night On the Sun - Modest Mouse
7). Feather Little Dragon
8). A Tender History In Rust - Do Make Say Think
9). Nantes - Beirut
10). Ambulance For The Ambience - Broken Social Scene
11). The Open Hand Avows - Daedelus
12). Shampoo Suicide - Broken Social Scene
13). Thunder Love - Little Dragon
14). Dearly Departed - DeVotchKa
15). All My Friends - Broken Social Scene
16). Real Love - Beach House

Owen

Owen

New script. It feels really nice to work on a new script, having just finished my first draft of a feature after two semesters of working on it. I know I have to come back and do rewrites, but it's nice to move onto something else, just for a bit.

I got a new notebook, which is exciting. I can write down random lines of dialogue or short stories, films, songs, poems that inspire me. Example:

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver
parts of The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy, mainly the part where they find the girl
Quiet City by Aaron Katz, but not too much
Pierrot Le Fou by Jean-Luc Goddard (I need to get this back from Kyle)
Love Poem by Richard Brautigan
Raymond Chandler in general
"Real Love" by Beach House
"Feather" by Little Dragon
past relationships (danger, careful)

Did you ever get sad on your bed late at night crying, listening to Either/Or?

CM: Writing songs is like walking in the woods and then a bear jumps out and attacks you.

LATER:


NJ: There seems to be a lot going on in the song "Raytrancer".

CM: There were a lot of bears that day.


April 3, 2010 Interview with Chad Matheny of Emperor X

Girl Band (part 2) from Off Tempo on Vimeo.

"Everything's interesting. I don't think I've been bored in 50 years. I've forgotten what it was like."
-Cormac McCarthy

Six words, again.

"When you're lost, you aren't lost."
-Professor Nakell about thirty minutes ago.

"I didn't mean to be mean."
-Issac Brock in "Here It Comes"

"I keep losing teeth in dreams."
-the first thing I thought when I drank coffee this morning.

The End of the Story

She thought, "There is nothing I can do about

Pitter Patter

"What is the worst thing that's ever happened to me?

I thought I knew someone. I got really close to someone, one person in particular, to get to know them. I think we kind of all want that. Because it’s hard to be a human, it’s hard to be a human being and if someone kind of acknowledges this by trying to get to know us...it makes it a little easier.

You get close to someone, closer and closer, so you can see everything. The way they move, the things they say, how they think, but then they say something you never thought they’d say, or move in a way you didn’t think they were capable of, and you realize you’re too close. They’re blurry. Out of focus, and you don’t really know them at all. And if you don’t know them, then they certainly don’t know you. Because you’re too close and blurry.

I think that's why people close their eyes when they kiss...the other person is too close and they can’t focus on what is really in front of them. So, we close our eyes to pretend it’s okay.

I don’t know. I guess that is the worst thing that has ever happened to me...and it happens all the time."

Shit.

Is it this?
It is this.
Is it?
It is.
This?
This.
Is this it?
This is it.

Slumped bodies half-filled the seats in the audience. Two men exchange lines near a park bench on stage, one named Peter, the other named Jerry. Peter is in a suit and carries a book, probably A Tale of Two Cities or something else by Dickens, while Jerry is clumsily dressed and hides a knife. The two men talk while the voyeurs watch, though they begin to lose interest. As Jerry pleads, “It's just that if you can't deal with people, you have to make a start somewhere. WITH ANIMALS! Don't you see? A person has to have some way of dealing with SOMETHING. If not with people ... SOMETHING!” a man in the third row yawns.

And perhaps the audience is too old, or they simply don’t care about Peter and Jerry, but two young people in the last row of the tiny black box theatre watch without ever looking away. The boy leans forward, taking deep breaths. The girl grips her armrest until her fingers hurt and go numb. Finally, the men raise their voices at one another, waking up a woman in the fourth row. They struggle over the knife before Peter runs off stage and Jerry bleeds to death on the park bench. As the grandmas and the grandpas stand to applaud, the boy doesn’t move and the girl wipes her eyes with her sleeves.

The car speeds down neighborhood streets, taking wide turns, while they rapidly talk about the two men, one with the book and one with the knife. They try to quote them, recounting the story of the dog, the poisoned hamburger, the parakeets making dinner, and the cats setting the table. When they get home they go to their room to kiss and turn off the lights and take their clothes off and to get underneath the covers. After they stare off into the darkness of the room, neither saying anything. Eventually she turns away and when he tries to put his arm around her she says “Please don’t touch me.”

"Read all the Faulkner you can get your hands on, and then read all the Hemingway to clean the Faulkner out of your system."
-John Gardner's advice to Raymond Carver on what to read.

"That was the responsibility that went with being human [...] the story behind each word must be told so there could be no mistake in the meaning of what had been said; and this demanded great patience and love."
-from Leslie Marmon Silko's Ceremony.

Six words

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
-Ernest Hemingway's six word short story.

"Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours."
-Telegram in the opening paragraph of The Stranger by Albert Camus.

"Bob Mapplethorpe, potential get-away driver: go!"

-Dignan from Wes Anderson's Bottle Rocket.

The Untitled Film Project

"I'm trying to get this right."