Saturday, January 30, 2010


panic prevention

panic attacks. i really have no idea how i became so susceptible. crowds, stress, heartache, drugs, alcohol, sheer exhaustion, anything can bring them on. there are so many people that suffer from panic attacks and blackouts without even knowing that they have this weakness within them. its like all of a sudden I'm lightheaded, dizzy and my vision starts barreling. kind of like k-tripping. when you walk and your lost in this fuzzy tunnel world that only exists in your immediate vision. who put the circles in front of my eyes?

a couple of years ago a young british musician emerged crooning of panic prevention and his experiences with attacks and how to get ahold of them, and learn to control them. Jamie T seems to deal a bit. every time i feel the onsets i hear in my mind "so lonely was the ballad".




when the stress gets too much remember to breathe. only you have control of yourself. only you can prevent these instances in yourself. if not prevent, then nurse and make better.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Swamp Donkey (Brendan)

Philosophy behind the name.

A swamp donkey is a moose, yeah. Just a regular moose, significance is the wild. How the wild can and does affect an animal is very interesting. a wild boar is different to a pig because of its tusks, and a saber tooth tiger is just a wild cat with tusks. Swamp donkey asks what would happen to a human being if they were tossed into the wild. Would they grow mammoth tusks and horns as well?

hoodstock 2009




san diego hailing. bay area based.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Andreas Laszlo Konrath

Andreas Laszlo Konrath : a super cool Brooklyn-based photographer that hails from dear old London town.

I'm liking the badass raw feel he gets across with little to no means.

He's not so random either. He has photographed many a star, even if they're not so well known.

His mannequins include ; Ratatat, Ryan Sheckler, Vampire Weekend, Agnes Varda, MGMT, Judith Supine, Kanye West, Manchester Orchestra, Passion Pit, ETC....



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The Hipster Generation


Over the past 2 years I'm pretty sure EVERYONE has noticed the sudden emergence of the hipster scene. In actuality if you look back a bit you will see that it is not so sudden. The term "Hipster" first arose in the late 1930's jazz age, and literally meant "characters who like hot jazz" And of course bored middle class little white kids looking to emulate the cool cat largely-black jazz musicians immediately snatched it up. and dont get me wrong, this is NOT a race motivated rant, but dont take from a certain pop-culture scene and then deny the very essence of it.

I always get a harty laugh when i hear people talk about "black hispters" like they're so rare or nonexistent, they were the basis of hipsters you morons! Hipsters were also, at one point in time, called the "white negros". hahahaha....oh man.


And now it is 2009, everywhere you look, hipsters, hipsters, hipsters. the thing that irks me is that they aren't even original anymore, they don't like jazz, they have taken over all the small chill coffee shops, and are decked out in urban outfitters and american aparel, that's all fine n' dandy, but they're kinda ruining it for us real people (yeah, i said it). But hey, if you like parliaments (i do), pbr (i do), and grizzly bear (i do), then you know, go ahead live your life, but if you do what you do because it is what others do, then the only thing i have to say is, get over your self revering "love" for all things odd and be a real person please.


urbandictionary.com provides us with this oh-so accurate and mildly hilarious definition.

1. Hipster

Listens to bands that you have never heard of. Has hairstyle that can only be described as "complicated." (Most likely achieved by a minimum of one week not washing it.) Probably tattooed. Maybe gay. Definitely cooler than you. Reads Black Book, Nylon, and the Styles section of the New York Times. Drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon. Often. Complains. Always denies being a hipster. Hates the word. Probably living off parents money - and spends a great deal of it to look like they don't have any. Has friends and/or self cut hair. Dyes it frequently (black, white-blonde, etc. and until scalp bleeds). Has a closet full of clothing but usually wears same three things OVER AND OVER (most likely very tight black pants, scarf, and ironic tee-shirt). Chips off nail polish artfully after $50 manicure. Sleeps with everyone and talks about it at great volume in crowded coffee shops. Addicted to coffee, cigarettes (Parliaments, Kamel Reds, Lucky Strikes, etc.), and possibly cocaine. Claims to be in a band. Rehearsals consist of choosing outfits for next show and drinking PBR. Always on the list. Majors or majored in art, writing, or queer studies. Name-drops. May go by "Penny Lane," "Eleanor Rigby," etc. when drunk. On PBR. Which is usually.
I am not a fucking hipster!(sweeps bangs to side dramatically and takes a swig of PBR)

The Begining


I guess I never really understood what all the hype was. And I don't even really know what a blog is....but I thought I'd give it a go. I have too much time on my hands, and so much nonsense to spout, and people seem to like it when I rant. So I'll write about it instead of subjecting my good friends to my crazy person talk. I wonder if anyone will even bother reading this other than Jaleesa, Alicia, Theresa, Reba and Michelle... but I guess it doesn't really matter. The majority of this will be art and music. Love life man, just love it.

Paloma.....