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It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt
And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go"
For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street
And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
Singing the sound of you that you found for me

When the winter took the tips of my ears
Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide
And when the voices die, I emerged to watched abandoned machines
Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way
I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear
You make the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,
Let you brush my matted fur
How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
Shallow breathing made me purr

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound

I stopped believing in a lot of things when Cloud went missing. I couldn't really find much in a world that would take my cat away from while some guy who likely superglued his girlfriend to a toilet for two years won the lottery twice. I couldn't fathom how that was even remotely fair. I know I've done some bad things, but if karma decided to put Cloud in danger for that... that would just be too much. He didn't do anything.

Heather found him today. He ended up at her parent's house somehow. He looks like shit-- he now weighs 4.5 pounds (as opposed to his former fifteen), has a scar running up his entire left side, sores on his paws, and lost his two bottom incisors. But he's alive.

He's not quite eating solid food. The litter box isn't even something we're looking at right now as he can hardly walk across the room. But he's alive and home.

We took him to the vet as soon as we got him back. Tonight Christian, Jo, and I will be watching him shifts until we take him back to the vet tomorrow to make sure he's doing alright and run some more tests to make sure he's healthy.

But he's home.

God, I fucking missed him so much.

Into the Night

Cloud went missing back around Halloween. I've been in sort of a crazy funk over it. I've had Cloud for eleven years. I hardly even know what to do when I go to bed and he's not there. Jack got a new kitten, hoping it would help me feel better. He does, but... sometimes when I look at him, I just miss Cloudy.

Sidster Jaworski Sethraxas is the new kitty. He's very cute. I'll post pics as soon as he holds still long enough for me to take some.

I howl and I whine.


I have issues with jobs. I don't know what's wrong with me. Every time I get a full time job, I start having nightmares about it. I'm on my sixth week of training at my new job and I can't stop dreaming about trying to fix people's phones. It's driving me crazy. I end up feeling like I haven't slept at all and being pissed off because I just spent all night doing what felt like work and then going into work and doing more work.

This always happens. I can't help but wonder if it's one of the reasons I have trouble holding a job.

It does not happen nearly as often when I'm only working part-time. In fact, it's only happened once when I was part-time.

I can't take this. It's making me cranky and pissy all day.


So, somewhere around the 20th of this month, my roommate is moving back down here, in a fashion similar to what we planned, but not exactly. Thanks to the slight differences in what's happening and what we had planned, I have two cats that need a temporary home. It'll only until we get out apartment. They are litter trained and very nice. If anyone in the Tulsa area has space to house them for a couple weeks, I would owe you forever.

Thanks, guys.
<Catmallow> So... hypothetical situation time...
<Catmallow> There's a really hot chick that you kind of have a thing for and she kind of has a thing for you.
<Catmallow> But she's crazy, so it doesn't work out.
<Catmallow> Then you find out that she's dating a sleezebag and working at a strip joint.
<Catmallow> Is it bad form to go to the strip club knowing full well that she'll be there?
<JoVo> Not at all.
<JoVo> It's your right to see her naked
<JoVo> Or mostly naked, since it's Oklahoma. Fucking prudish state.
<Catmallow> Part two...
<Catmallow> Do you give her a tip or no?
<JoVo> Give her a condom as a tip. And tell her to bring her lube.



I've sort of been putting off this post because I just really don't even want to deal with it anymore. But here goes. For posterity or something.

Home again, home againCollapse )

So, instead of flying back, my sister, brother, Christian, and I steal my mom's van and drove back to Miami to pick up Maddox, Cloud, and a few other things. Now I'm in the OK and looking for a job and apartment so Jack can come down.

It's been... what's that word? You know the one that means unfun? Yeah, it's been that. :P

Hush, Hush, Voices Carry

I stumbled upon this feminist entertainment blog the other day. I've never much gotten along with anyone who was so strongly aligned with a cause they labeled themselves after it-- mostly because those people seem to want find issues in things. The blog in question certainly has it's moments of this, but it also has some wildly fascinating articles.

One of the articles I read mentioned, almost in passing, that the love interest in 'Till Tuesday's song, Voices Carry, changed gender. Which, really, drastically changes the tone of the song. In the video the man is portrayed as abusive and controlling. If you listen to the song on it's own, it sounds like he's married and she's his mistress. But if you listen and change the gender, Aimee Mann is suddenly signing about dating a woman who's still in the closet.

Apparently, in the eighties, boys in make-up were a-okay, Freddie Mercury could sing about giving HIV to another man, and Mick Jagger and David Bowie can all but kiss on screen, but girls can't sing about being with a girl?. WTF?

The article is here.

You make me smile

<JoVo> If it's me, I'm sorry. I think that I sort of got that you needed me for something, but I haven't been there for you this morning the way you needed me. Sorry about that. Mondays are weird...

<JoVo> But I do love you, and I do wish that I could've been more what you needed me to be today. And I hope that I can fix that tomorrow.

<Mousemallow> It's Tuesday.

<JoVo> Are you joking?


"This is kind of a weird festival."

One of these days, I'll make a post about everything that happened and why I did a sudden disappearing act. That day is not today, though. Today's a day for more music.

I got back to Tulsa just in time for D-Fest. Which I thought was kinda awesome. The first two times I went there it was just local bands, I think. I saw The Effects and Ludo. Accidentally missed most of the Minutes Too Far show, but got to hang out with Kris and talk to him for the first time ever. Which was awesome because I love seeing what the artists are really like. I think the next year I only went to see MTF. But, anyway...

To this year's festival...

The first day we were lazy and did no research. We saw the big names: Phantom Planet, Paramore, and The All American Rejects.

Phantom Planet was pretty awesome. I think the lead singer was hella trashed, but the band still absolutely rocked. It was definitely a fun show.

Paramore was alright. Haley's performance seemed a little staged. And I haven't seen that much hair tossing since 80's metal. But whatever. As soon as they hit Crush, Crush, Crush the audience absolutely came alive. That was pretty fucking awesome.

Which segues nicely into what I think a show should be like. A show should be more than what's on the CD, because really... if it's not, I would just listen to the CD. It's, like, 60% band and 40% audience. Even the most rocksome show can be ruined by an awful crowd. Alternately, an awesome crowd can save a mediocre show. So, while watching Paramore (who were cool, but not awesome) the crowd was what really made that show. To the pissed off girl who spent the whole time ignoring her boyfriend to send annoyed texts to a friend: You're absolutely ridiculous. It's a concert. You'll never have this experience again. Have some goddamned fun.

The All-American Rejects was completely awesome. After I got over the shock of how much Tyson Ritter looks like a friend of mine from up close, I realized how much more rock they are live. Their control and interaction with the crowd was great. Seriously, the crowd support for them is rivaled only by Blue October and The Cure fans. At the end of their set, a family from the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame came up to make some special announcement. The crowd was begging for "one more song" and told this family-- husband, wife, three little kids-- to "get the fuck off stage". It turns out they were just informing us that AAR had been inducted, and that was cool, but everyone really just wanted to see them play more. Which they did.

To the guy guarding our standing area and kicking out all those people who thought they could come in late and stand in front of us, you rock. I wish I could've bought you a beer. To the two drunk hugging guys, you're hilarious and awesome. Sorry I yelled at you for standing on my feet.

In related news, if you're a rockstar, put your music on Rock Band. Guaranteed, everyone will know all the lyrics by the time you play in their city.

Saturday we actually did some research and came up with a list of non-headliners to see. I wish we'd done it for Friday. Turns out we missed some awesome bands. The Apples in Stereo being the one that I'm most upset about missing.

Our first stop was for Callupsie. They were voted Tulsa's Absolute Best for something and they do sound pretty cool on their MySpace page. Their show was alright. It was one of the earliest sets, though, so it's possible everyone was just warming up.

Luckily, next on that stage was one of our other top picks: Gentlemen Auction House. It's like Arcade Fire meets Bright Eyes. The lead singer's got the same emotion and waiver that Conor Oberst has, but he can also carry a tune (no offense meant. I love Bright Eyes more than Pepsi and Snickers combined). They had serious energy and honestly seemed to be enjoying themselves on stage. Especially the guy rocking out with his acoustic guitar. Their set was amazing. Totally made of win and brimming with awesome. To anyone at D-Fest that didn't see them, God, I hope it was worth it.

After that we sorta bummed around a little. Checked out Dwelling Spaces, a store that sells locally made stuff and accidentally exited into Tsunami Sushi. They had Sparky Quano on their stage, rocking out. I don't know much about this guy except that he's from Tokyo, kind of adorable, and wicked cool on guitar. It's not anything I would listen to just to listen to it, but it's cool to see him do it live and makes for killer background music.

We caught the end of The Maxtone Four. They sounded great and played it up even the 1974 stage sucked like whoa and there wasn't much of a crowd they could see (there were more, but kinda hidden from the stage). Their guitarist was incredible, by the way.

Corey Chisel and the Wandering Sons played next at Dirty's Tavern. Okay, D-Fest. What. The. Fuck. How did you decide which venue got which bands? Did you just randomly draw names or something? Because putting Corey Chisel with his beautiful country-esque ballads in Dirty's Tavern, a loud, obnoxious bar with big dumb bouncers, crass graffiti in the bathroom, and vaguely lewd murals on the walls, is quite possibly one of the stupidest things you've ever done. These artists are going to tour with other artists and they're going to tell everyone about how much it sucked to be in Tulsa. To his credit, he took it as well as any musician could, having only about three listening people in a noisy bar. "It's great to be the balladeer at a rock show." It's okay, man. You were great.

Anecdote time. So, while were watching Corey Chisel, I notice this guy. I swear, he looks like Jared Leto. I say as much to Christian who, in a completely heterosexual way, says, "Omigod! He does!" I get a little giddy about standing next to a guy who looks like that, but do my best to maintain my cool and enjoy the show. I imagine I succeeded because the guy didn't give any indication that he was freaked out or anything. We hit the next show at the Blue Dome Roadhouse, a venue that looks like they haven't decided on or finished their interior design, to see Joshua James.

And guess who takes the stage?

Yep. The Jared Leto look-a-like.

I'd been excited about seeing him since I heard him on MySpace. His voice has this heartbreaking vulnerability that immediately made me want to cuddle him into oblivion. The entire band was absolutely awesome. And Joshua's apparent shyness melted away as soon as the music started.

The time slot he was in had several other bands we wanted to see. We finally tore ourselves away and headed over to check out the others. It's not my job to review bands or shows and I certainly don't get paid to do it, so I'm going to leave the name out on this one. Guys... seriously. I'm sorry. It was late, the day had been hot, and I'm sure you traveled a long way, but you can't half-ass your way through the set. Yeah, your crowd was small. There were only, at any given time, two or three people standing up in front of the stage. But there were at least fifteen others in the seats to the side of the stage and tons more in the back that you probably couldn't see because of the lights. And there you guys were, sluggin' your way through the music like you'd been forced to play at your little sister's eighth birthday party. You were playing at The Blank Slate, arguably one of the best indoor stages, with air conditioning and seating. You know why you couldn't hold a crowd? Because it didn't look like you wanted to be there. I am very forgiving, especially when it comes to live music. I love shows. Of any kind. I would have stayed just to give you a crowd if you'd given us any hint that you appreciated it. I really liked your music too.

Onto better things, we checked out The Boxing Lesson. It seemed like they were awesome, but The Continental had the sound waaaaaaaay too loud and Christian had been fighting off some sore throat/headache sickness all weekend, so we couldn't stay long. Luckily, it turns out they're from Austin, TX, so we intend to check them out later.

We headed back to see if Joshua James was still playing and catch a little more of his show. Yay! He was. He plays the kind of music that you just kinda find yourself shutting up and listening to. After they finished up, we went to see about CD's. Apparently, they hadn't really expected to sell any so they hadn't brought many inside. He ran out just as we got up there. Which was awesome for me, because that meant I got to talk to him for a while. For once, I managed not to say anything alarmingly stupid (I hope!). He ranks up there with Kris Monier and Justin Furstenfeld on my nice rockstar list. I actually wasn't sure about buying his CD, not because I didn't like the music, but because I didn't really have the money. But sweetness goes a long way with me.

One more note to the D-Fest people... when one of the artists notes that "this is kind of a weird festival" you need to be very careful. I love how it's improved since it began and I hope to see it improve even more, but you guys need to make sure the artists are happy too. Otherwise, they won't come back. And they'll tell their friends how much Tulsa sucked. And no one wants that.

P.S. I originally wanted to also cover some of the bands I didn't get to see, but then I realized how ridiculously long this post was getting. I'll try to do something on them later.
Though my love of music hasn't waned, I haven't really heard any new music for a while. Moving to NY screwed up my music connections, no car meant I wasn't listening to the radio, no TV meant I had no music channels, and I just sorta faded out of all of my internet music haunts. Deciding I desperately needed to get more stuff added to my playlist after discovering that Say Anything had come out with a new album while I wasn't paying attention, I started following links on YouTube.

Old news ahead.

After listening to Say Anything's Baby Girl, I'm a Blur about fifty times, I hit up Cobra Starship. I remembered hearing The City is at War a while back and really liking it. From there, I discovered Bring It! (Snakes on a Plane). My first thought was, 'God, she is HAWT.' Followed by, 'That long haired boy is prettier than any boy has any right to be.' Then, 'That rapper guy is AWESOME!' And, 'WTF? Random Fall Out Boy?' Clearly, some research was in order since none of those people seemed to actually be a part of Cobra Starship.

I looked up the girl, Maja Ivarsson, first. I figured if her music was any good I had a friend who'd really like to see a hot blond dance like that in a video. Lo and behold, her band, The Sounds, is better than good.

Next came the rapper guy-- Travis McCoy of Gym Class Heroes. Songs like this are absolute GENIUS! I seriously don't even have words to describe how much I love this band. They're just fucking amazing. This is just the audio, but it's got William Beckett singing the chorus. Which means the song almost hits the same awesome level as Bring It!. I'd like to say it needs more Maja and Gabe, but it's a really nice song in it's simplicity.

Then I got to the unrealistically pretty boy. William Beckett. For real, people like this don't exist. They can't. It just isn't fair to the rest of us. As if it weren't bad enough that he looks like that, he's got that smile and that head turn thing he does and... I can't even type about it. My brain just goes all stupid. Not since Blake Fischer of Minutes Too Far (blue t-shirt and jacket/hoodie) has anyone made me this dumb with a smile*. Anyway, so William Beckett is the front man of The Academy Is... I couldn't decide which video to link. Honestly, lyrically speaking, I'm not a big fan of them. But William's voice... just... God. To see William being pretty like he is, I give you Slow Down. But I think The Phrase that Pays is the better song.

As it turns out, Pete Wentz is in the video for Bring It! because he knows everyone in the music industry from Ashley Simpson to motherfucking Robert Smith. And he owns the label that Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., and Gym Class Heroes are on. I can't decide if this makes me adore Pete Wentz more or less. It is pretty fucking amazing though.

This last band was suggested to me by a friend. It took me a few days to finally sit down and listen to it, but... wow. Handlebars by The Flobots is just drop dead fantastic. The video, the music, the lyrics... it's, like, make you stop in your tracks and listen to it. Don't just stop at Handlebars though. Seriously, get the album. My favorite s are Anne Braden, Stand Up, Handlebars, and There's a War Going on for Your Mind.

This is a good time for music, I think. Maybe I'm just older and understand things a little better now than I did back in the nineties, but it really seemed like there was a musical drought. Sure, you had a few stellar bands, but for the most part there wasn't much happening. With the way the bands I grew up with have grown (see Good Charlotte's Little Things versus the newer sound of Keep Your Hands Off My Girl, Green Day's Basketcase to their politically and socially charged new stuff) and these newer faces (Panic At The Disco's new album is a little Beatles-esque, Shiny Toy Guns bringing back new wave with shiny style), I really believe we've got some good things to look forward to.

*After seeing Minutes Too Far, I went up to their merch table to get a t-shirt or something. As I approached, Blake turned around and smiled at me. I meant to say, "You guys were really awesome. How much for that CD?" What I actually said was, "Oh my God, you're hot."

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