Hello my name is Jeremy.
I originally made this with the sole intention of posting about my record collection, but I soon found the joy of re-blogging.
I pretty much fucking hate about me's (I find they never paint a clear, full depiction of a person)so I'm going to end this now.If you want to get to know me hit me up with a message or on facebook/last.fm
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
But then my nostrils flare with the scent of something bitter & foul, something inhuman, reeking with so much rot & years, telling me in the language of nausea that I’m not alone.
Something’s behind me.
Of course, I deny it.
It’s impossible to deny.
I wanna puke.
To get a better idea try this: focus on these words, and whatever you do don’t let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can’t see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That’s where it is. Right at this moment. But don’t look. Keep your eyes here. Now take a deep breath. Go ahead and take a deeper one. Only this time as you start to exhale try to imagine how fast it will happen, how hard it’s gonna hit you, how many times it will stab your jugular with its teeth or are they nails?, don’t worry, that particular detail doesn’t matter, because before you have time to even process that you should be moving, you should be running, you should at the very least be flinging your arms- you sure as hell should be getting rid of this book- you won’t have time to even scream.
Don’t look.
House of Leaves pages 26-27. (via misfit47)
“I’m reading House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski. Suggested by a friend. It’s kind of fucked up. I like it, like demonic imagery, and dreams where I am falling.
I can’t explain myself, so I will not pretend.
If our conversations aren’t inspired, I’ll kill them quickly. I am not some sort of liar. I’ll just mumble that I’m tired and tired of being alone.
But that shit’s all my fault. I’ve always been reclusive. The moment something good comes up, I push it straight away.”
Yeah this is the first book I’ve started reading in at least 3 years and it is damn good thus far.
I have to thank this band, the band Johnny Truant, and The Fall Of Troy for piquing my interest in this book.
(Source: Spotify)
(Source: did-yuo-kno)
One of my most favorite songs ever, I miss this band so much and hate the fact I never got to see them with Justin.
“The river it holds the color you see as love”
(Source: gottastaylifted)
(Source: metalqueersolid)
so i had the distinct pleasure to work with Pianos Become The Teeth (Top Shelf Records). Ive been a long time fan my self of the band, much like 99% of my touring clients. But mostly because of the lyrical content of loss of loved ones, and social distrust of significant others. Kyle the vocalist portrays these stories and scenes more vividly then any thing ive heard in a long while. And having heard it and met the guys they stand by their music and live it. they take the same personal vibe and close emotionally connected vibes from their music, and continue their connection with their fans. Something i was very excited to see, they genuinely care about their fans and the way music is effecting them. i mean by the end of the last song “ill get by” there wasnt a dry eye in the room from even the hardest looking hardstyle kids.
*(on a more personal note, since this is a blog it is a mixture of personal experience and art, i feel like i should explain why the connection means so much to me.)
I said all that to say this. this past year i went through just a tormenting time, loss of my best friend in a accident, loss of another friend to suicide, loss of girl i cared about to a drunk driver, and the vast amounts of friends who ran from their problems and abandoned florida. having been through all that and having used some one else’s art such as PBTT or B&C any one really who has helped me get by, and used their similar situations to create some thing wether art work, music, a book, etc. that in later time helped me in my own just devastating circumstances, it makes me feel good to repay the debt i feel in my heart that i owe to them…If that makes since.
but ill be posting more live shots and more promotional work form this, as well as polaroids ill be selling prints of.
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