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Finished reading:
The Curious Incident of the dog in the night (Mark Haddon)
The Man who mistook his wife for a hat (Oliver Sacks)

Currently reading:
We the Living (Ayn Rand. This one has its moments. I slammed it shut and on the table yesterday in a sigh that’s more like a moan.)

Just bought:
The Principles of Uncertainty (Meira Kalman)
Weight (Jeanette Winterson)

Films:
The Jim Henson Trilogy:
The Labyrinth
Mirror Mask
The Dark Crystal

new years resolution include whitening my teeth 3 times a day, an all-water diet, and to grow closer to the immigrant experience: sifting more flour per week.

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time sure flies.
What a year!
There were times when I wanted to tear my hair out in mistakes and circumstance, and others when I truly rejoiced seeing my endeavors blossom. Chaotic as it was, this fantastic year behaved similar to when I used to CLEAN my cluttered room ~ it always got messier before it could get cleaner. agree?

My year in bullet-points:
- Recorded (jan-mar)
- jerked awake punching the soundboard (middle of the night)
- broken car window, stolen keyboard (ass-wipe in the night)
- released Barkentine!! (!!!)
- traveled to Portland, Boston, London, Edinburgh, San Francisco and back…
- receiving great responses to the album and reviews!!

When I was in Edinburgh, new songs hit me like the flu. So I’m spending January romancing my pen in the cave, and somewhere in there I’ll be taking a break at DISNEYLAND!!! Can’t wait!

I spent Christmas this year with a nun. She’s a dear friend and has great capacity to discuss any issue at hand as well as eat anything I cook (yes that’s hard). while I’m not religious in a single faith, I have deep respect for what she does and simply enjoy her company. we rode our bikes and sang carols screeching at the top of our lungs. Made the hobo smile.

Back to my cave -

Stay warm, dearies.
Jane

i'm bad at it

and so i find that i'm horrible at keeping this blog on my website for some reason.
probably self-destructive reasons. but nonetheless, you can find more words at the blog at myspace.

Not Homesick

this city is breathtaking.
first day, i was so welcomed that the dog got jealous and peed on me like i was a tree. disgusting, but understandable. i laughed it off... but the dog still doesn't look at me quite right. maybe i should go scratch his butt.

humans here, on the otherhand, are with many friendly returns. they call it like it is - and stranger conversations have made me love and laugh so hard that my hyena laugh (i hate it, and have a hereditary theory on laughing and sneezing like my mom. gah.) literally ECHOED at a huge aussie intersection yesterday.

what i've learned so far:
1. jetlag sucks harder as you age.
2. do not go running around 2 days straight after you've just arrived to a new country no matter how excited you are. you WILL GET SICK.
3. don't say "regular coffee please" to avoid a look on their face that screams "another tourist." it doesn't really exist here.
4. if a bat is hanging upside down on a wire in the sun, it's dead.
5. dead bats have strong grips.
6. bats have large wingspans.
7. crows eat bats.
8. when without a map, dead bats are good as landmarks to know where you are.


it's only my 5th day, so i hope to learn about other animals soon enough.
be well, lovers.




ps. i'm in the "NIGHT & DAY" this thursday (sept7), as a part of Union Tribune's Weekly distributed thingy. keep a copy for me, mate.

recording with mr. a to b

the art of recording is addictive. may be it's the normal instinct of man to break down a big picture into its smaller packages, the assembly belt, the compartmentalizing...   to see every single piece of my music down to a drum hit being created & recorded as aaron and i would have it (damn picky too), is always a grin to my system. he and i just started our second term in recording with each other. this time, our personalities feel right and ready. he pushes me to see beyond my quirky box, and has a huge influence on my sense of production. i think we both somewhat suck at thickening our own music production, (he's much better, but he still holds more questions/doubts about production on his than mine.) but we have running ideas for each others. so that's what we're doing-ish. and it's been damn fun. he's like an old school just-wing-it guy that has a bunch of little cherubims with horns and buck teeth always buzzing around him eating cheetos. but nonetheless, just-wing-it becomes magic.

it's the weirdest but most honest friendship i've had in a long time. if you listen in to our conversations. you would Not Know what to say or insert.

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what do You imagine when you listen to jane's music?
if any of her songs spark strong mental images in You, please email them to us!!! vivid descriptions are greatly welcomed, and you might just see your description here!


"The song has me visualizing a desolate sea full of creatures, tortured, hardened, and turned evil by the black hellish sorcery in the water. A sea brimming with apathetic flurries of various sea creatures wandering devoid of direction or purpose. All of them swimming in a state of zombified mental horror induced by their surroundings.
"The only hope their souls have of breaking through the surface of the water, instantly teleporting back to their true existence, is to be fortunate enough to pass through the temporary trail she weaves throughout the sea. I see the trail as a crystalline stream of unimaginable energetic love and light that cannot be described and is fixed to a certain distance.
"She is the only one with the ability to free the others, but she, herself, can only be freed if the prince seeks her out on a voyage below the surface, to open his consciousness to her outcry at a level he never fathomed possible...
"Alex i'll take 'Deficient Grammar' for a thousand. That is where the images halted in my bean."
Bryan Heil :: Phaedon


I see a man, no shirt, wearing jeans, good looking but not clean cut. He's sitting on the stairs of a porch in front of a very humble abode, and he's reading a letter (from you) and he has those strap-on costume Wings on.
Jered Mercer :: Freddie Goodtime


I instantly picture you sitting in this very old and rickety catholic church with a flock of buckets collecting raindrops from cracks in the ceiling. the room reeks with the stench of dank water. all of the atatues are lifeless opalescent alabaster and the stained glass barely holding together. you are sitting at the piano with your head resting on the keys, and hundreds of brilliant candles outlining the piano and the floor surrounding you. your face has a tattered and frustrated look because you have been there for what feels like forever trying to squeeze a melody out of this box of wood, but the notes just will not come.
Freddie is watching on the second floor balcony in the back of the church drinking whiskey, chain smoking, and laughing at your writer's-block misery. he is 6 ft tall with black hair, olive skin, and green italian eyes. dressed well and has on a very black trench coat, with deep pockets on the inside to hold his liquor, smokes, holy weapons, and whatever the f*ck he wants.
Come on! he's Freddie Goodtime: the life of the party, the guy with so muck evil charisma that he turns heads and breaks hearts the moment he enters the twisted domains of this world. he is a true fence walker with enough Heaven and Hell in him to create something beautiful... and destroy it the very next moment because he has the power to carry out his sick pleasures as he pleases.
he starts paying close attention the moment you begin to play the tune that he knows will soon bare his name. he feels the music and words composing in your mind. the tune begins to smooth along and when it intensifies, an amusing sneer flashes across his mouth and the cross of Christ comes crashing down off the wall, making a loud boom. Neither of you flinch.
your focus deepens as the music continues. he wants to dismount off the balcony and slither right in front of you to show his approval, but he can only be seen by the spirit, not by flesh. this angers him. his ego slowly begins to fill with rage until it bursts. he wants a candle to fall over and start a chain reaction - burning you to the ground so he can try and intercept your spirit and dance with you in his ethereal world. he thinks he can slowly hustle you in an all-night game of pool for your soul, or simply entice you into his phantasmagoric shadows of henchmen. but you must be willing to accept the deal on Freddie's terms. They are at times advantageous, mostly precarious, and always
seductive....
Bryan Heil :: Freddie Goodtime

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