Breakin' a cigarette, clenchin' my fist.

Well, it's been a little while since I've posted anything, but the fact that I was in Quebec is a pretty good excuse, I think.

Let's get updated then. I've written several new songs. I wrote a very Pete Doherty-esque ditty called Young and Tired, and then I wrote a song I like to think of as a cross between "You're no Good" and "In My Time of Dyin'" off of Bob Dylan's first album; it's called 'Two-Timin' Blues." A couple of minutes ago I write most of an untitled new song that owes everything to Ryan Adams and the Cardinals and their album, 'Jacksonville City Nights,' which is very high on my favourite albums of all time list.

I'm playing at Night Train on May 25th, and these songs will definitely be featured in my set list, along with some standards ('Now I Got Those Cigarettes,' 'I was There When it Happened,' etc.) so everyone should attend.

Quebec was fucking awesome.

Young and Tired (with the Two-Timin' Blues)

It's been a little while since my last post, and I half-figured I'd never post again and one day remember that this is here and read it and stroll memory lane. But, here I am. I'm at my parents' house, surfing the net. I haven't much else to do. I took the week off work and it's been fantastic already, except I've been up since 6:30 for no good reason at all.

So far this week off has yielded one new song, and I haven't even left for Montreal yet. I'm hoping to get one song out of the trip, at least. I wrote a song yesterday called 'Two-Timin' Blues' and I'm very proud of it.

I'm so fucking tired.

Also, I wrote another song the other day called 'Young and Tired,' and it is also very good.

Radio Radio (this is an Elvis Costello reference)

Greetings once again. Graham and I spoke today about how it's confusing to use Matthew D. R. Elliott and m.d.r. elliott and David R. Elliott, so from here on out, I am m.d.r. elliott, because that's what it says on my pins. Even though my myspace is myspace.com/davidrelliott and my purevolume is purevolume.com/davidrelliott. I am too lazy to change those.
Anyway, more importantly, I'm going to be on the radio tonight somewhere between 6 and 7:30, on 92.5 CFMH, on PaulC's radio show. He's a cool dude that Paul. I'm drinking coffee and it's a good feeling.

Now I Got Those Cigarettes

I'm not gonna lie...I'm fairly intoxicated. Therefore, I'm going to hope this isn't hilarious to me in a way that is not something to be proud of tomorrow.
We went to see Grindhouse today, which is Arbeau and I's second viewing, and Jeremy and Kelly's fourth. Shit, I hope that doesn't make Arbeau and I seem like a couple. Anyway, the important thing is that Grindhouse is the greatest movie-going experience of my entire life, and everyone who doesn't see it in theaters and proceed to purchase both movies (separately, of course) should be fucking mortified. Anyway, generally it was a decent flick. Fuck, dawg... fo' realz.
Anyway, the usual effect of a film of this caliber forces me to act like I'm in a very well scripted film, about cool dudes who read Sartre and Hemingway, and talk about rap music non-stop. It would probably be an awesome movie. Kevin Smith could probably direct most of it. Although I would then need Tarantino to direct the scene where I murder several hippies with a torch and a large, impressive-looking knife. It would actually be an excellent pairing, I think. It would definitely need my final verdict on the script, though, because I'd have to be like, "Listen, dude (Smith), I was kinda thinking a lot less dick and butt jokes, and a lot more references to Nietzsche and Dawson's Creek... you know."
I'm working on a new short story for the first time in several months, and I'm hoping it will be my 'return to form!' Also, I'm writing songs that are obviously tribute to Doherty, but only really obvious to Arbeau, who knows that I'll do that type shit before it happens.
Speaking of my amazing music, PaulC's radio show on 92.5 CFMH will be spinning my shit again tomorrow night at 6. I'm trying to convince him to bring me so I can be on the show, which would be radically awesome. In either case I think he'll play 'Now I Got Those Cigarettes,' which I will be promoting as my lead single.
In closing, I would like to point out that I fucking hate when people use a paragraph starting this way to end something they mysteriously consider a piece of writing.

The Three-Day Blow

This is impressive already, because I created the blog yesterday (technically this morning), and I'm posting again today. Although I'm mostly posting because I'd like to mention how incredible I feel today. I feel a creative spurt coming on.
Arbeau is visiting tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to get Graham and co. on board, though probably not. I bought some Scotch tonight and am planning on getting extremely intoxicated and probably writing something. I am this generations Hemingway.

Youth and Beauty Screeches Into the Face of Ugliness (A Quiet Night, No Dogs)

It's one of those nights where I can't sleep and it's too late and cold to go anywhere. If this were some months ago I'd probably be on King St. waiting for the sun to rise over everything, but I'm in my living room, tired but not sleepy, wanting to feel creative and coming up short. I wrote a new song tonight, that I'll probably show Graham as soon as possible. Also Arbeau, but I especially enjoy the look on Graham's face when he really enjoys a tune of mine.
It probably is as funny to you (assuming this is ever read) as it is to me that I have created a blog. A while back I created one for Exclamation Marx, but posted twice and forgot about it. Fair enough; the hip-hop obsession has been waning and has once again been replaced with Pete Doherty and many literary greats. I would like a coffee, but the hookers and crackheads have forced the Waterloo Tim's to close it's doors at night. Perhaps I'll stay up to watch the sun rise and walk down to wake myself up, then I'll walk back and perhaps finally get some sleep. I most likely will not do any of those things.
The Invisible Hands are preparing for a show sometime in May, and I've been spreading the word as much as possible. I'm going away to Montreal soon to see Ryan graduate from his basic army training, and am looking forward to the trip.
I feel like saying something poetic but I can't think of anything. The mastery with which Ellis conveys the emotions, habits and priorities of his characters is impressive (that wasn't my poetic thing, but merely an observation).
I'm going to start drinking. If only to be more like Hemingway and Thompson, and to prepare myself for touring, which I can only assume will be riddled with excess. True rock n' roll hooligans, free-spiriting province to province on a mission for success of some kind in a moronic rock industry whose giants have been losing money. I figure the mathematics behind our success can't fail. If nothing else, we will have pissed away youth and beauty through drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and hostile-pop. The whole thing is so romantic. Anyway, I'll leave you to your....et cetera.