let me run.

Well, it's finally here. it's happening. i have to wake up in less than five hours, shower, and head to the airport, where a ticket to California awaits me. I'm anticipating everything and the entire trip will be something to remember forever.

It will be a real eye-opener for me, since I've never seen the states passed Missouri. Anyway, the tales and stories and lessons will be grand.

Stay rad, Jersey.

we are all just lovers.

We walked two hours straight, thirty plus blocks. Penn Station to the water through Battery Park, Battery City and eventually, we arrived at the seaport. We had made it through the heat, drenched in happiness.

The back of a long line of kids of all kind awaited us. NY hipsters; the late 20s crowd; Mohawks, but not punks; cameras-around-necks, etc.

I could see Jersey City and New York City. One of my favorites and one I've never stepped foot in. Both looked like well-lit cardboard cutouts, perfectly aligned with the view from the island.

Well, Portugal. The Man was fucking incredible. I find it hard to listen to their songs now because they are all that much better live. Their albums don't do them justice, but hey, that's not their fault. I wish I was good enough in my lifetime to be half as good as them, with their ability to jam and send emotions up and down my spine. Damn!

hiding out loud.

every pipe.
each step.
a flush or a door.

all is audible.

taking refuge in a room, in a home
this, is the safety net of the times.

into it. over it.

I've finally washed my hands and head clean of these songs. They crawled and suffered to get out, but were finally exhaled.

Empty lungs and raw throats, familiar fists and pupils.

The thrill was there, but the skin was empty. The same bones, now drained of adrenaline.

confessions of a surburban terrorist.

wow, it's already june. and to think, this weekend begins my nonstop schedule until august: delaware, toms river, virginia, california, and cape may. i'm beyond excited. this is by far my busiest and what's shaping up to be my best. ever.

my music is shaping up and i'm very happy about it all, for once. my acoustic album, which started out as 5 songs, is now at 12 and i'm almost done. and very excited. other than that, hiding out loud is brewing behind the scenes and shit will rock, in time. it'll be worth the work and wait, for everyone i'm sure.

oh yeah, don't buy bp.

favorite-sounding albums.

distinct tones, flowing with organic sounds

Polar Bear Club, Sometimes Things Just Disappear

Lawrence Arms, The Greatest Story Ever Told

Saves the Day, Stay What You Are

Portugal. The Man, Censored Colors

RX Bandits, ...And the Battle Begun

how the other half lives.

With all these diamonds
come mounds of coal.

this is desperation at your doorstep.

For every man,
a restless dusk.

And as for each bone,
a ruin until dawn.

we are desperation at your doorstep.