I live in a hotel
must keep writing
if I’m to be better than everyone else
like figure skating
like asphyxiating
on your own seeping fumes
you’re just waiting
living in a hotel
but I’m not traveling
between two points, in mid air,
I’m levitating
above the earth
beneath the sky
eyes like static
in my three feet
from bed to wall
there sleeps a genius
leave me here to my devices
the call could come at any time
they’re playing love songs on the radio tonight
I can’t relate to that right now
note to self : no one cares. your voice is average
in worried piles I typed for miles and you just stood there
I will begin
I will put right
this morning terror
I have been kissed
between the ears
by human error
leave me here to my devices
I need a word to change my life
I’ve tied my ankles to the table legs with wire
he can’t write so much as type
leave me here to my devices
I can’t think with all this noise
they’re playing love songs on your radio tonight
I don’t get those songs on mine
you keep fucking up my life

Jets To Brazil

When I was in high-school I wanted to get into Jets to Brazil, because I heard good things about them and because I liked their album artwork [I picked a lot of good albums based on cover art, Sunny Day Real Estate’s album with the lego people on the cover and The National album with the guy with sunglasses in the pool being two choice examples].

The album I picked was Four Cornered Night because it had the bird on it. I listened to a few of the tracks in the store and took it home and listened to it more. I decided I didn’t like it, I wrote off Jets To Brazil, took the CD back to the store and I think in the exchange I got an album by The Promise Ring instead.

I can’t remember why I didn’t like the album, but I wasn’t feeling it. Maybe it was too polished or something?

All I know is I should have checked out Orange Rhyming Dictionary instead. It’s been 12 years and I’m just listening to this beautiful album now. God, this is so good. This is an album I would have totally loved at age 15. I love it now. The gritty bass. The lo-fi-ish quality of the recording. Emo in the way emo meant when I was in high-school. I’m sorry I wrote off Jets To Brazil so easily. Youth can be so foolish.