Bee Stings+Tobacco

You often don't listen, thats a problem. I can be absent minded but even still most of the time I listen too.

Who knows who will care? but I listen like Earnest(*1) should, but you fantasize for him and not my witted ears. 

"When I kick the bucket, just say chuck it."

Worst day in a while, I bludgeoned myself through it though.

(*1) :earnestly listening.

Smitten.

So well on my way now,

I have 3/4 of my new material completed, as stated, the two pretty ones, the short one, the weird one, the fun one, and the aggressive one. I am moving along at a real nice pace and should be done in time to package these in time for my first TEUR at the end of july. I'll post dates as they come, so lookout. 

Also if anyone talks to ashley alexander anytime soon, please tell her that I will die if she doesn't do the artwork for this.

Problem and solution?

I am a school of gnats

So no pinnacle of cuteness has been reached by any costa eureka song yet, but I am starting to find it hard to draw the line between what I want my own music to sound like and how much I like the way the costa eureka songs have been coming along. 

It's odd, I can't remember the last time writing a simple pop song made me feel so ahead of my own curve. Never have I felt so good about taking 3 hours to record and mix a song that barely reaches the two minute mark, sounds like steve reich making love to africa but steve reich is kinda retarded so he can never get his amp up loud enough. 

I dunno.

Let's Wrestle....

I'll be not what you want me to 

I'll be no more or no less than when I first met you

I'll be getting older and you'll be getting more adorable

Patchouli , god the wreak of that that restless vessel's hallway

God:that wretched populous' vessel always

Not understanding makes us feel like other people are missing something

Other people are missing something

Stubborn people are kissing something

Kissing twin ducks a quack in the muck

Sorry for spilling oil in your honeymoon.

Please play harp future girlfriend, Please sing to me when I can't remember my name at 50 if I make it, Please be my patron saint, Please don't let him take you out for drinks, Please share my unhealthy desire for detailia and writing things.

Enter obsession with African music.

I like music a lot of the times because it evokes a certain feeling or bridges one side of something to the other for me. Never have been a huge fan of dance music or dancing in general to be honest, but african music makes me want to dance with you. It makes me want to sit outside and drink beers and dance while the sun descends behind us. Things rise and fall and the music does the same conceding to the basic rhythm of not only nature but the nature of the brain and the nature of the body.

Sooliman Rogers Rogie was born in Sierra Leone West Africa in 1940ish and made music for well over 40 years. In the 60's he grew to be popular and formed a band called The Morningstars. He passed away in 1994 shortly after releasing "Dead Men Don't Smoke Marijuana" . This is a collection of his recordings called Palm Wine Guitar Music, enjoy it.

duh

Pedestrian

I am the great white north

I am a fleet of gnats, flailing-fluttering in the wednesday

I am the smirk of algae as it surfs on the solid of your water

You are the saxophone notes bewildering pedestrians in the park.

Whirl Weekends of Apartment Dates and Basement Skates.

This is the pre - hope my film didn't get fucked up - brooklyn whirlweek photoblog with accompanying micro mix coming soon.

Update

So this has kind of turned into a ramble and poetry blog which I am like 70% cool with.

I just got back from vacation, expect a sort of re-cap of that and then I'll get right back to posting musics. I have a lot more I want to share with ya.

Hearts,

Casey