Hoboken and Jersey City have given me all they can, and I’m looking to move to either Manhattan, Brooklyn, or possibly Queens/Astoria although I know nothing about it.
Anybody know of anything or need a roommate? I’m clean, have a small cat, pay my bills, am not a sociopath, etc.
Contrary to what you may have seen on this web site, I’m a normal human being. These videos are only one piece of the jigsaw puzzle, ya know. I’m not sure why I’m defending my sanity, but I have the feeling people are whispering about the crazy guy with the gun in the bathtub.
Email, IM, or call
bullemhead@gmail.com, IMbullemhead, 551.208.4644
Here is a video of me taking a bath naked. Reproductive organs are not shown.
And here are some evilvlog-style ramblings, straight from my brain into your eyeballs, via the internet:
It’s raining very hard now. The wind is very loud. The cat sleeps through it all.
“Jesus, I love you so fucking much.”
Billy is excited to be working with me on a new project. He will get along well with Dwight and Jo.
The leaves twitter now, recovering from the strength of today’s rainblast, their shadows feeble on the curtain.
I am going to have to learn to add someday.
When I do, I should write a book about my life so far.
It will be called The Real Bible, and people will buy it and put it in the drawers of nightstands in motor lodges all over America.
I want pancakes and sausage, and someone to love.
Tino is a great name.
Tina is not.
I wish I could taste food with my fingertip.
I want a webservice that delineates.
I want a wall full of lightswitches that each turn on a single bulb in a string of christmas lights.
I want my skin to be used to upholster a comfortable chair when I die, and I want my widow to sit in it every night and mumble incoherently. Visitors to my house should have to exchange pleasantries with the chair.
After churches, bottles, journeys to the tops of mountains, I finally found what I was looking for
in your eyes.
OLGA is currently offline while we resolve legal issues with the archive. We greatly appreciate your support and hope to return to providing resources to the aspiring guitarist as soon as possible.
For as long as I can remember, my main resource for finding guitar tablature has been Olga.net, The Online Guitar Archive. Now it seems they’re having legal issues and have taken the entire archive offline. I remember them having a situation like this a few years ago, and it was down for quite a while. This is a tremendous resource for guitarists, beginners and experts alike, and it really sucks to see it go down.
The songs sung by tribes in a field long ago not only belonged to everyone, their ownership was not even an issue. Just as no amount of regulations can prevent people from singing songs together in a field, no amount of regulations can prevent me from playing illegally downloaded songs on an iPod in a field, because no amount of regulation changes the nature of music. Because music is a matter of shifting consciousness and not worldly sound, a person can’t claim to own or control music any more than they can claim to own or control a quadrant of mist over a lake. And there would be no consequence to a legal or governmental admission of music’s inability to be owned or regulated other than the inevitable jump in human consciousness that is already developing from this very realization. Ironically, the same tools and technologies developed to make money from owning and distributing music are making us all aware that music is a fleeting incarnation which can’t be located or owned.
It’s been a few months now since I moved out of the bread factory, and I hadn’t shot anything in the new place until this. Maybe because I shot so much in the old one, because it had so many weird spaces in it that were good for filming. Anyhow, Mom Dad and Katy, here’s the new place.
I’m in the Jersey City Heights, or just “the heights”, or if you’re really feeling it, just “JC”.
That person playing guitar is none other than Lenny.
This video was done in the style of Rahman, with most of the editing done in-camera. Check out his ski-jumping video if you get a chance. It has street-waffles and jet-engine noises.
Hunter killed himself a year ago. What an asshole.
Here’s a good memo on the art of self-promotion:
TO: COLONEL DEPP / LONDON / FEBRUARY 2, 1999
FROM: DR. THOMPSON / WOODY CREEK
SUBJECT: PUBLIC FLOGGINGS I HAVE KNOWN
Okay, Colonel — Good work on your brutal publicity. Kick the shit out of five or six more of those rotters & you’ll make the cover of Time.
Or maybe you want to come to CUBA this weekend & help me write my new honky-tonk song: “Jesus Hated Bald Pussy.”
Anyway, this act with the Plank might have legs. Let’s give it a whirl in HAVANA. We could both load up on Absinth and trash a nice suite in the Hotel Nacional. Invite 50 or 60 Beautiful People to a party/celebration in honor of Che Guevara, which then “got out of hand.” DEPP JAILED AFTER ORGY IN CUBA, PROSTITUTES SEIZED AFTER MELEE IN PENTHOUSE, ACTOR DENIES TREASON CHARGES.
Why not? And I do, in fact, have a balcony suite at the Hotel Nacional a/o February 4-14, and I could use a suave Road Manager. Shit, feed the tabloids a rumor that you have Fled to Cuba to avoid British justice. Yeah, crank that one up for a few days while you drop out of sight - and then we hit them with the ORGY IN CUBA story, along with a bunch of lewd black-and-white photos, taken by me. Shocking Proof.
Yessir. This one is definitel do-able, & it will also give me a story. You bet. And Sleepy Hollow will open in the Top Three. Trust me. I understand these things.
Meanwhile, you should be getting your finished album & 6,666 pounds (less my 10%) in coins from EMI very shortly. And I am going off to Cuba, for good or ill, on Thursday. Send word soonest.
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