Echoes of my everything


This is in response to the Art Assignment # 11, Under the Influence— I tried to emulate John Darnielle’s writing and performance. (I chose him cause I felt like I was familiar enough with his music to make a passable facsimile, and that it would jive well with my own style.) 

I wrote it in 20 minutes and this is my first take. 

Read my notes for this project here - Download my music here 


D A Em G - going to ithaca 

the first time I saw you in the lotus-eaters lair 
you looked unusually lovely with your dark dark hair 
your sisters all around you with flowers in their teeth 
and i stammered and stuttered but then you heard me speak 
what is this place where sky’s dark green 
and the skin on all your bodies has a sweaty glowing sheen 
it is beautiful and terrible in it’s own way 
but I know just from looking that I can not stay 
Going to Ithaca 

feet rooted so deeply in the soil you grew 
and the blood in my mouth was like cold tomato stew 
threw my left leg over my 97’ Victory 
roaring loud like the ocean - eyes glinting like a steed 
Your eyes sparked back with the light of the storm 
But my headlights pointed towards the place where I was born 
Up from the deep where the damp moss grew 
and you knew I was leaving you knew it was true 
Going to Ithaca 

the road got more solid as I drove out of your lair 
and i took my first breath of the cold fall air 
you had tightened my screws with a cold hard wrench 
like the bars on the central albany bus station bench 
the psychic in bathroom sang weird old songs to me 
it was a cold day in November and I was finally free 
the road curved up it was inviting me in  
i had a couple old sweaters to hide me from the wind 
trees thinning out like i might as well fly 
and i breathed in my courage from the dark new york sky 
going to ithaca

Wow, this is kind of wonderful.

I still can’t believe how much I adore this song. So many of my favorite Mountain Goats songs are the things that just don’t make it onto albums. Bride and From TG&Y being two of the biggest ones.

The Mountain Goats

—Alpha Chum Gatherer


The audio quality on this is pretty low, but the opening banter makes it totally worthwhile.

As near as I can figure it:

I wonder if you guys saw this commercial that they used to play when I lived up in Iowa. I didn’t see it anywhere else, I don’t know if it was nation wide, or what, but…

*Some drunk guys from Iowa start yelling “IOWA” really loud*

Oh hush now, nobody gives a shit. Where you are is artificial. It’s just a place you live, okay.

Really now, it’s a continuous landmass. The lines are just things on maps.

So, but, um, they use to have this commercial they would show that was like, you know… *chuckles* it was the best thing.

I hope you saw it! But I don’t know if it was maybe a Iowa and Minnesota get-people-to-go-to-the-lakes thing— though I assume you have lakes down here also.

But it was a kid’s voice— oh, this is going to be a long story, hold on— It was a kid’s voice and reminded me of one of the best songs of the 80s, that great decade the 80s that brought us such great music as “Dear Mister Jesus.” Did you ever hear “Dear Mister Jesus?” It was a song sung by a five-year-old, and it was that sort-of Cristian pornography, that like, you go, “Oh, the kid said Jesus. What could be better?”

And if you are like a guy who is going to Mega Death shows in Long Beach in his spare time, you look at “Dear Mister Jesus” with wonder and reverence and go “Aw, this is the best time to be alive!” because “Dear Mister Jesus,” right?

But it was clear that they had asked the kid to talk dumber then she actually was and she sings like: "Dear Mister Jesus, I don’t know what to do" and it was like that, right?

So this commercial I’m thinking of that ran in Iowa, was the “Dear Mister Jesus” voice, but the kid was asking his father to take him fishing. This is the sort-of thing that weighs very heavily on Midwestern Dads, I think. If you are a kid listening to this, and you want to just rip out your Midwestern father’s heart, then I suspect asking him to take you fishing on a day he can’t do it is a good way to do that.

But the commercial went:

"Take me fishing, because I won’t be nine forever!"

"Take me fishing, because there’s only one sunset a day!"

And I would watch this video and go “Oh man, Dear Mister Jesus has gone fishing, this is cool!” Right?

I want you to bear those noble sentiments in mind as I play an unreleased song from Tallahassee about the day the guy gets drunk and goes fishing.

It’s called Alpha Chum Gatherer

Source: My sister’s recording of the 6/20/13 show in St Louis

Could not figure out why this sounded so familiar until the end: I was at this show. It was a good story.


Let’s talk. 

This is good. It’s also the kind of poem that could probably find a nice home in Rattle’s Fall 2015 issue filled with poetry created by scientists.

This morning I woke up afraid I had stolen the premise of a couple of stanzas from one of my favorite poets. Turns out it was a different poet, but it was simply the idea that kool-aid and cults are connected and the level of enthusiasm. It’s a good feeling to worry that you enjoy something you’ve written so much that you’re afraid it belongs more to your favorite poets than it does to you, only to discover it was yours all along.


I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go 


(via anacousticwayofliving)


Shout out to muscular men that are still kinda chubby

Y’all are slept on so much but idk why

That lumberjack build does things to me

I like knowing I can cuddle with you but you can still fuck someone up

Not quite me, but knowing that there are even a few people that feel this way would’ve helped all those high school body image issues a bit. Thanks for not being around forever ago, tumblr!

(via stoat-s)



You’ll Never Guess What’s In A Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte (Hint: You Won’t Be Happy)


Wow, that’s some serious fear mongering level shit right there.



You’ll Never Guess What’s In A Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte (Hint: You Won’t Be Happy)


Wow, that’s some serious fear mongering level shit right there.

(via sheahisself)

Done with Today

I argued with an artist I like and respect because he referred to the “tumblr crowd” and then I got into a thing with a friend who couldn’t see why the date rape detection nail polish wouldn’t aid victim blaming and how putting the fault of the Jennifer Lawrence photo leaks on poor persona data security isn’t more of the same.

What I’m saying is that I’m done with you, Internet. Come back tomorrow and be better.

So this happened.
Costumes made by respective models. Captain Marvel by shieldivarius. Ms Marvel by Sunstreak.
FanExpo Canada 2014

Ugh, this is awesome.

So this happened.

Costumes made by respective models. Captain Marvel by shieldivarius. Ms Marvel by Sunstreak.

FanExpo Canada 2014


Ugh, this is awesome.

(via kellysue)



The Unwritten
written by Mike Carey, art by Peter Gross, and covers by Yuko Shimizu

Definitely recommend picking this comic up if you haven’t read it yet!

Queen Yuko

She’s won Eisners before, right?




I’ve had these planned for a while and now they’re finally here!

I’m so happy with them because look how freakin’ professional they look! They’re laser cut from varnished alder wood and blue acrylic.

I have them and now you can too! I’m just really excited to share with you guys!



All available on Etsy.


Am I the only one who thinks that double cloud necklace should be splittable into two clouds for sharing?