Ever listen to The Postal Service…on weed?

Jackee has been sent me the entire Postal Service album, Give Up, which is a great blend of soothing electronica with even more demulcent vocals. An interesting fact about this group is that their name comes from the process used in the creation of the album, consisting of mailing musical parts from one member to the other in order to complete a song.

She also sent me some J-Pop music videos of Mini Moni and The Pillows. J-Pop has never really been my thing, but I can’t seem to stop watching these hyperactive clips of girls running around pretending to be Power Rangers, or the wacky antics of male frontmen. There’s something mesmerizing about these culturally rich videos, almost as if a subliminal message has been implanted, telling me that I love the flashy colours and rubbery facial expressions. When a clip is done, I don’t know whether I should watch again or have an epileptic seizure.

It’s night and I don’t feel like sleeping. My eyes tell me I’m tired, and my muscles emphasize the point. My cat is asleep under my bed, huddled behind the skirt, waiting for me to give her the chair. A night show is playing on the Aborigal Peoples Television Network, some small budgeted production hosted by a phony man with an imperative voice. The current act, a group of three women with banshee-like voices, bang on the simple drums they hold as they sing quick moving melodic lines. My room glows blue from a single Candela perched atop my desk.

I’m in an odd mood. Not quite content, not quite lonely. I try to remain stoic nevertheless. Sometimes it feels as if the night is the only thing that accepts, the only thing that understands. Can I express my mind to you, the silent orator?

Perhaps I’ll fall asleep to some Portishead, a remnant of some pleasant memories.

Unfamiliar pillows with unfamiliar sheets.

I got back from the AFI concert about an hour ago, after seeing Aaron and Wheaties off, and grabbing a relaxing shower. The concert was decent, but that’s in comparison to seeing my favourite band live. The lighting was amazingly done, with the correct colours and spotlights to match the music. Davey Havok was singing almost a semi-tone flat through most of the concert, so he must have been pretty tired. I only enjoy their last album, Sing the Sorrow, but at one point during the summer I was listening to it to no end. Dina asked me if I thought there were any pretty girls walking around between sets and all I could answer was “lots”.

There aren’t too many bands I feel as if I need to experience live. I’ve seen Tool, the Dwarves, and the Misfits live already, and those are the only bands I feel that I enjoy enough for me to attend. I would go to another Tool concert if they came around again, and definitely a Portishead show if they were ever doing one. I would be up for an Ellen Ten Damme concert with Darren, but unfortunately she seems to only play in Europe and the UK with a few Japanese tour dates. I could go for a Dreamtheater concert, but I have the live DVD, so a personal viewing isn’t quite as imperative. The Dears is a possibility, but I’d have to get more into their music before going.

I bought The Frozen Throne expansion for Warcraft III, and I’m impressed with it’s depth. It’s basically a completely new game now, with different units, heroes, and buildings. I find that it’s much more strategy based and less focused on micro. Since I’m unemployed, I’ve been playing quite a bit with Artfag, and since she’s unemployed as well, there’s never a chance to guilt the other into looking for a job, which is something that I’m finding hard to get motivated about.

Speaking of which, I spent the last week sending out résumés to various companies and government organizations. I have a résumé that I’m pretty proud of right now, after Pat helped me fix it up. No phone calls so far.

It’s 9:18 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I ended up falling asleep around 5 and waking up around 8:30. I discovered a splinter in my foot I must have acquired while walking to get a glass of water. There’s too much activity in my brain. Perhaps I’ll fall back asleep again, when I can forget about all this, so I don’t need to think so much. Not that my thinking is voluntary.

I’ll let this song play me out. I’m rarely one who’s able to stop in the middle.