Violet Winter

Friday, May 14, 2010

The 365: Day 499



Friday, May 14, 2010 (134/499)

Cruisin on LSD in the Thunderbird with Timmy C on the way to Michigan. Road trip!





Timmy C home for five days.





I liked it better when it was “Great Lakes, Great Times.”





I-196 to The VBC

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The 365: Day 498



Thursday, May 13, 2010 (133/498)

Atop Willow Hill.





Playing in a park with Lazer Dan, Timmy C, and Cease The Day.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The 365: Day 497



Wednesday, May 12, 2010 (132/497)

When it takes ten days to upload these I start to forget what I was doing.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The 365: Day 496



Tuesday, May 11, 2010 (131/496)

“I call it, ‘A Time To Kill.’”
“Yeah . . . titles are hard.”

Monday, May 10, 2010

The 365: Day 495



Monday, May 10, 2010 (130/495)

We settled the lawsuit against Violet Winter today. Bled me dry. Where’s all my moneys?!

At one of the establishments I went to today to inquire about an employment opportunity I asked for an application, and the employee repeated with wide eyes, “An application?” As though I was a madman for wanting to work there. Trust me, it’s not my life goal, nor my I got a bachelor’s degree.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The 365: Day 494



Sunday, May 9, 2010 (129/494)

Sunday, crappy Sunday

Finding more places to go to so that I may inquire about employment.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The 365: Day 493



Saturday, May 8, 2010 (128/493)

Blake was the first person to give me a bloody face: http://bit.ly/wg2Ne

Friday, May 7, 2010

The 365: Day 492



Friday, May 7, 2010 (127/492)

Many options for the evening, and we never managed to leave the apartment.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The 365: Day 491



Thursday, May 6, 2010 (126/491)

I realized that if I put a movie on I can stay on the tredmil longer than if I just listen to music. “I’m tired of all these mother fuckin snakes on this mother fuckin plane!”

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The 365: Day 490



Wednesday, May 5, 2010 (125/490)

The official after-rehearsal eatery of Violet Winter. “Just Good Food”

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The 365: Day 489



Tuesday, May 4, 2010 (124/489)

I’ve got some songs that need finishing up.

Monday, May 3, 2010

The 365: Day 488




Monday, May 3, 2010 (123/488)

I believe it August of 2004. I was at the Metro in Chicago seeing Kill Hannah performing one of their 35 concerts that I have seen to date. The show was sold out, and I was on the floor level, centered with the stage, back against the sound booth. Mat introduced a song by recalling what he wrote it about. He said he wrote it when he was 19 years old and “just didn’t want to get any older.”

Ever since high school I’ve had an attachment to youth, which is what likely fueled my sense of vanity through college, and ultimately led to my current narcissism. I’m not afraid of getting older, or dying; as some people have heard, I’ve been expecting an untimely death – I don’t know why. My fixation with my youth, and all resulting matters, might be rooted in my mother’s sudden and unexpected passing when I was 16.

When Mat was up there on the same stage that has held so many icons, heroes, and legends of music, I felt like he was speaking directly to me when he was introducing “He Believes In Time Machines.” A song he wrote at age 19 – I was 19.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The 365: Day 487



Sunday, May 2, 2010 (122/487)

Wake up in the morning fellin like Tommy P.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

The 365: Day 486



Saturday, May 1, 2010 (121/486)

Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Oscar getting done-up by The R.O.C.





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Skinnier Than You, Hotter Than You, and Shameless / Gets Around





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Love is suicide.





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

DJ Mother Hubbard from Moneypenny





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Braaaaiiinnsssss





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Blake stole my camera and Tiffany stole his hat.





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar





Die Tonight @ Beauty Bar

Paul In Chicago




After party.

Usually it’s the zombie that bites people. Not the other way around.





Walked about a mile and a half in the rain after the after party.





“It’s 4 A.M. in a speeding car.”