Sunday, August 31, 2008

i am holding you and you are holding me and we are holding one another and it feels nice

Jeffrey stood out the front of Sarah’s house with a Valium tablet and a bottle of gin. Jeffrey felt like he wanted to get ‘fucked up’ with Sarah, and he hoped that Sarah wanted to get as ‘fucked up’ as he did.
Sarah opened the door. “Go into my room.”
Jeffrey sat on Sarah’s bed and looked at Sarah’s photographs. There were boxes of photographs of the same few people. Sarah was ‘against digital’. In some of the photographs, there was a girl with a nostril piercing, big teeth, deep-set eyes, and a huge forehead. A ‘mystery girl.’ The mystery girl’s face was so perfectly out-of-proportion, it was wondrous. ‘Complex’.
Sarah poured the gin and Jeffrey took his Valium tablet and drank some gin also.
That morning, Jeffrey had thought about killing himself, in a lazy, abstract way. He felt as though his life had become a television show which had gone on for one season too many. He felt as though his life needed a dramatic ‘plot twist’.
After a while, a feeling of uncaringness washed over Jeffrey. Sarah said she felt “almost too drunk to fuck”, and laughed. Jeffrey thought about crawling over to Sarah and becoming amorous with Sarah in her bed. There was something ‘going on’ between Jeffrey and Sarah. Jeffrey thought of Sarah as his ‘unspoken lover’.
Sarah said, “I don’t want Corinna to go away.” Jeffrey hugged Sarah. Jeffrey thought, ‘a sentimental moment’.
“I don’t feel anxious at all right now,” said Jeffrey. “My head feels clear, my senses heightened.”
“I feel sad,” said Sarah.
Sarah left the room and Jeffrey began reading Lonely Planet: Europe on a Shoestring. Jeffrey thought about climbing the Eiffel Tower with the mystery girl, watching the mystery girl chew on a baguette with her big teeth, and kissing the mystery girl’s huge forehead in a Parisian-style café.
Jeffrey felt lusty and contented. Jeffrey fell unconscious.
When Jeffrey woke up it was 4 o’clock in the morning and Sarah was sitting in her bed. Sarah was wearing her best shoes.
“My sister cut herself again and we had to take her to the hospital,” Sarah said.
Jeffrey thought, ‘The plot thickens’ and felt neutral.
Jeffrey crawled up to the bed and spooned Sarah. Sarah cried a little bit. Jeffrey thought about becoming amorous with Sarah but decided against it on the grounds that it would end up ‘awkward’ later on.
Jeffrey thought about severe depression. Sarah’s sister’s severe depression. Sarah’s severe depression. His own severe depression. His mother’s severe depression. Everybody’s severe depression.
Jeffrey felt severely happy spooning Sarah, and slipped into sleep.

**

Jeffrey drove Sarah to Corinna’s going-away party.
“Everybody is leaving and soon you and I will be the only people left in this city and it will be shitty and I will kill myself.”
Jeffrey ate a water cracker. The room was dimly lit with candles, and people were sectioned off into enclaves. Corinna’s boyfriend Caleb was drinking vodka alone in the kitchen. People were getting stoned in Corinna’s empty room. Radiohead was playing on the stereo. Corinna’s suitcases were packed and sitting by the front door.
“Why will you and I be the last people still here?” said Jeffrey.
“Because you need a certain level of self-esteem to be able to leave the city in which you were born,” said Sarah.
Jeffrey often thought about how perfect life could be elsewhere, in a city with a high population density and easy access to recreational drugs.
Jeffrey and Sarah walked into the kitchen to talk to Caleb. Caleb hugged Sarah and Jeffrey and said, “My lifelines.”
Sarah went to the front porch and started smoking a cigarette. Jeffrey talked to Caleb some more, and then went out to the front porch to have a cigarette. Sarah hugged Jeffrey’s arm and they both looked at the rainy mist hanging off the street lights. It was ‘spectacularly mundane’.
“Everybody here is depressed,” said Jeffrey.
“Happiness is circular,” said Sarah. “As soon as you become too happy you end up feeling awful. Everybody is suffering from overabundant happiness.”
“If we go to New York City we could probably always be happy,” said Jeffrey.
“Do you think Caleb will be okay?” said Sarah.
“He will have an intense mental breakdown and will come out of it a ‘better stronger person’,” said Jeffrey.
“That’s what we all need,” said Sarah.

**

Jeffrey sat in his room and ate a banana and drank instant coffee. He checked his GMail account again for a message from Sarah. He checked his Facebook account for a message from Sarah. He checked his Myspace account for a message from Sarah. He checked his mobile phone for a message from Sarah. He checked his blog for a message for Sarah but remembered that Sarah did not read his blog. Sarah was ‘against digital’.
Jeffrey felt depressed and sat in his bed and watched internet videos for two hours. Then he read AIEOU, a graphic novel by Jeffrey Brown. Then he read a short story on bearcreekfeed written by Kendra Grant Malone. Then he went for a walk and smoked a cigarette, his ‘last ever cigarette’.
Jeffrey realised that he had only spoken seven words in the past twenty-four hours. Jeffrey wondered whether loneliness was ‘necessary for spiritual and artistic development’, or on the other hand, whether loneliness was ‘a leading factor in the onset of mental illness.’
Jeffrey looked up ‘loneliness’ on Wikipedia.
Jeffrey wondered why he was becoming so obsessed with Sarah that it was making him feel depressed. Jeffrey realised that he had not sent Sarah a message over the past two days because he did not want to appear ‘needy’, but was feeling depressed because Sarah had not sent him a message over the past two days. ‘Hey, hey, it goes both ways’.
Jeffrey wondered whether he and Sarah were both secretly lonely and in love with one another.

**

Jeffrey had coffee with Alex.
Alex said, “Do you like my new jacket? It’s Prada. It cost $700 but I can afford it.”
Alex was Jeffrey’s ‘awkward and desperate friend’.
Jeffrey often met up with Alex when he was feeling very lonely and depressed in order to feel much better about himself.
Alex said, “I think my phone is broken or something because nobody ever returns my calls.”
Jeffrey looked at Alex and felt better about himself.
Jeffrey was Alex’s ‘dismissive and disrespectful friend’.
Jeffrey and Alex were friends.

**

The party was a ‘stereotypical house party’. Jeffrey wasn’t sure whose house it was or how he had been invited. Jeffrey only knew five people at the stereotypical house party. Jeffrey immediately judged that a lot of the people at the stereotypical house party were ‘douchebags’. Jeffrey sat next to Sarah and drank vodka. Even after five drinks, most of the people still looked like ‘douchebags’.
One of the people at the house party was the mystery girl with the nostril piercing from the photographs. The girl with the ‘complex’ face. Jeffrey felt excited to see the girl. Jeffrey was excited that the mystery girl was real and not imaginary.
Nearly all of the ‘guys’ at the stereotypical house party were trying to stand as close as possible to the mystery girl. Jeffrey felt disappointed because he realised that she was most definitely ‘out of his league’.
Sarah saw Jeffrey looking at the mystery girl and said, “She has very low self-esteem.”
Jeffrey wasn’t sure whether Sarah was negatively judging the mystery girl, or making a neutral observation, or trying to imply to Jeffrey that the mystery girl was ‘easy’.
Jeffrey said, “I like girls with low self-esteem. Not only girls. People. I like people with low self-esteem.”
Jeffrey had another ‘shot’ of vodka and walked over to the mystery girl.
Jeffrey made small-talk with the mystery girl. ‘Jemima’. Every time the mystery girl looked at him, he felt invincible, as though he could go out into the wilderness and defeat a huge bear in straight-out hand-to-hand combat. The mystery girl’s mouth was big but it did not look ‘weird’. Jeffrey wanted to feel the mystery girl’s big but not ‘weird’ mouth on his mouth. The mystery girl moved her head closer to Jeffrey’s neck and Jeffrey could feel the warmth of her huge forehead against his normal-sized neck. The mystery girl whispered things into Jeffrey’s ear that Jeffrey did not really listen to because he was too busy feeling validated by the mystery girl’s affection. Jeffrey felt like a parking ticket about to be stamped. Jeffrey said, “Would you like a drink?” and the mystery girl said, “Yes” in a quiet voice. A ‘low-self esteem voice’.
When Jeffrey was in the kitchen, somebody said, “She has a boyfriend you know,” and Jeffrey said, “Okay.” Somebody said, “Doesn’t that matter to you, guy?” and Jeffrey said, “Maybe.” Somebody said, “Her boyfriend is here,” and pointed to the window. Jeffrey looked out of the window and could see the mystery girl’s boyfriend walking over to the mystery girl. Jeffrey couldn’t properly see whether the mystery girl’s boyfriend was a ‘douchebag’ or not.
Jeffrey sat back down next to Sarah.
Sarah said, “If you love me we should get married.”
Sarah said, “This guy out back let me snort something with an American dollar bill.”
Jeffrey thought about fighting the mystery girl’s boyfriend for ‘possession’ of the mystery girl but he decided against it on the grounds that he would probably lose the fight and also that women should not be ‘objectified’.
Jeffrey saw Alex sitting alone by himself in a corner. Jeffrey felt better about himself, but then felt guilty about using Alex to feel better about himself. The ‘needy friend’ being used by the ‘dismissive friend’. Jeffrey felt as though he and Alex were really in the ‘very same boat’ as one another. Jeffrey felt as though every single human being in existence was really in the ‘very same boat’ as one another. Jeffrey thought, ‘The entire universe has a personality disorder.’
Jeffrey felt an amplified feeling of neutrality. Amplified happiness cancelling out amplified sadness cancelling out amplified anger cancelling out amplified lust, leaving a strong feeling of bursting.
Jeffrey walked over to Alex and said, “I love you” and was not sure whether he was being ‘serious’ or ‘sarcastic’.
Alex said, “Thank you.”
Jeffrey said, “Would you like to come back to my house now?”
Alex said, “Okay.”
Jeffrey said, “I will be five minutes.”
Jeffrey wanted to leave the stereotypical house party with Sarah and Alex and have sex with Sarah and Alex. A threesome. He was sure that Sarah was ‘up for it’. He wanted to have sex with Alex to make Alex feel better about life. He felt like having a threesome with Alex would be like performing a charity act for Alex, but not really.
Jeffrey sat back down next to where he had left his glass of vodka.
Sarah kissed Jeffrey on the mouth.
Sarah sat on Jeffrey’s lap and kissed Jeffrey on the mouth. Sarah’s mouth was small and nice. Jeffrey felt things happening to him. Jeffrey thought about the mystery girl and Sarah. Jeffrey could not work out whether or not the mystery girl was ‘better’ than Sarah. Jeffrey could not work out whether Sarah was the most beautiful girl in the world, or whether the mystery girl was the most beautiful girl in the world. Jeffrey could not work out whether Sarah and the mystery girl were really the same person in two different bodies.
Sarah said, “I think we should get married.”
Jeffrey was not sure whether Sarah was being ‘serious’ or ‘sarcastic’.
Jeffrey saw Caleb over the other side of the room talking to a couple of people. Jeffrey thought Caleb looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown, or maybe not. Jeffrey thought Caleb looked like he was pining for Corinna.
‘Life is very sad and very beautiful.’
Jeffrey thought about going to Paris with the mystery girl (‘Jemima’) and watching the mystery girl eat a baguette with her big teeth. Jeffrey thought about going to Paris with Sarah and watching Sarah eat a baguette with her small teeth. Jeffrey thought about going to Paris with Alex and using Alex to feel better about himself in a Parisian-style café.
Jeffrey thought about going to sleep and then waking up and going to sleep again and again forever, and never getting out of his bed, how that would be the best possible ‘solution’ to life.
‘Even though all things in existence are equal in value, it is impossible not to have values, to put one thing arbitrarily above another thing. It is impossible to exist neutrally. Even though reality is undifferentiated, no human being can see that reality is undifferentiated without feeling extreme depression, alienation, and loneliness. The only way to live happily is to hold an arbitrary system of values.’
Jeffrey kissed Sarah.
Jeffrey thought, “Everybody is leaving and soon we will be the only people left.”
Jeffrey looked at the mystery girl with her ‘douchebag’ boyfriend.
The mystery girl looked at Jeffrey instead of looking at her ‘douchebag’ boyfriend.
Jeffrey looked at Alex.
Caleb could not look at Corinna.
Caleb loved Corinna.
Corinna loved the city of Melbourne.
Jeffrey loved Caleb.
Jeffrey pitied Alex.
Jeffrey loved Alex.
Alex loved Caleb.
The mystery girl loved her ‘douchebag’ boyfriend.
The mystery girl hated her ‘douchebag’ boyfriend.
The mystery girl loved Jeffrey.
Sarah loved Jeffrey.
Sarah thought the mystery girl had ‘low self-esteem’.
Jeffrey felt severe depression.
Jeffrey felt severe happiness.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

It is only possible to write honestly about your own personal experiences

It is only possible to write honestly about your own personal experiences. It is impossible to write about a person who is not ‘YOU’. If you have not experienced a certain situation you should not write about that situation. If you attempt to write about a situation you have not experienced, your account of that situation will definitely devalue the real experience. (Not even the most ‘skilful’ writer can write about a situation they have not experienced without devaluing the real experience.) No matter how thoroughly you research an experience (addiction, depression, criminality, sexuality, poverty, anxiety, religiosity, parenthood, marriage, or war), you will always be on the ‘outside’, and from the outside, you ‘can’t see shit’. It is more interesting to read a ‘brutally honest’ account of your very dull existence than to read a dishonest, made-up story about a drug-addicted, poverty-stricken sexual deviant that is not at all ‘YOU’. If you think you have nothing left to write about, look more carefully at your experiences, and have more experiences.

Friday, August 22, 2008

a complete and utter nightmare

the feeling of ‘using something up’ is a very odd sensation that means that we will not be friends two years from today

after i listen to a song one hundred and eighty times

i am very bored

i chain-smoke eight hundred menthol cigarettes and yawn very loudly

my life philosophy

is based on the fact that plastic water bottles can become very toxic

when re-used on numerous occasions

when i tell you

that i get tired of people very quickly

you feel sad

but it is true that your presence will very quickly become unbearable

i will talk to you two thousand times and then leave very quickly



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this universe will be completely and utterly destroyed within the next seven hundred thousand seconds and i will receive a rejection letter from an online literary magazine within the next eight hundred thousand seconds


human beings do not notice

when very ugly animals are made extinct

and very soon this world will not exist

on the ‘eve of destruction’

things will resolve into incredibly clarity

and on the ‘eve of destruction’

small pale humans will gorge themselves on perfectly rounded chicken mcnuggets

the next world will be very sad and very beautiful

i will see you in the next world and walk away very quickly



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i have drunk at lot of coffee and now i feel 'okay'

in three hours i will feel very bad

and the rest of my life will be just like this

and this is extremely retarded

i feel a very big connection with a very small retarded moth

and the moth is extremely retarded

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

if move away from something and close to something else

Corinna stood in the taxi line and smoked a cigarette. The taxi line was very long. Corinna smoked another cigarette. Corinna thought, “I should just spend the next six months standing in this taxi line chain-smoking cigarettes and then go back to Adelaide.”

Corinna looked at Melbourne through the taxi window. The city looked ‘very nice’. The city looked like a densely-populated twenty-first-century first-world metropolis.

Corinna’s dorm room was very small and empty. Corinna drank 400 millilitres of vodka and passed out on the floor.

‘Everything is coming tomorrow.’


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Corinna thought about Caleb a lot while having sex with Charles. The two predominant thoughts were: ‘I love you Caleb’ and ‘go away Caleb’.

Corinna called Caleb on the telephone two hours after having sex with Charles for the second time.

Caleb said, “Come back to Adelaide, my job is very shitty, I am very lonely, my course is very crappy, do you really love me.”

Corinna made an angry face and said, “Yes.” 

Caleb said, “Which question was that an answer for.”

 

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Corinna though about having sex with Charles and Caleb at the same time and then thought about having sex with nobody ever again for the rest of existence and which one which was better.

Corinna said to Charles, “Do you ever feel very confused or else like a very advanced humanoid robot with an undeveloped capacity for empathy with human beings.”

Charles tweaked Corinna’s nipple very skilfully and fingered Corinna’s vagina very expertly.

Corinna felt 'incredible pleasure'.

Corinna looked into Charles’ left eye and Charles blinked and Corinna thought, “We are both robots and nobody in this room is a human being."

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tao Lin is the 25-year-old 'granddaddy' of the 'internet lit scene'

{This post is about how I first got to know about Tao Lin, and also Brandon Scott Gorrell. Go to the comments for my list of 'future Tao Lin publicity campaigns'.}

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[HOW I FIRST FOUND OUT ABOUT TAO LIN].
I really can't remember how I first found out about Tao Lin. I wish that I could remember. I think that what happened was that in May 2007 I was going through an extended Miranda July obsession, and in the process of searching 'Miranda July' on Google I found Miranda July's comment about Tao, the one that goes, "Tao Lin writes from moods that less radical writers would let pass—from laziness, from vacancy, from boredom. And it turns out that his report from these places is moving and necessary, not to mention frequently hilarious.” I bookmarked Tao's blog, and every Sunday morning I would sit in bed (hung-over) and make my way through all of Tao's shit-talking, his self-promotional stunts, his poems and short stories.

I printed out Tao's Bear Parade e-book, this emotion was a little e-book and used the stapled-together pages as a bookmark for my assigned university reading. During the more boring lectures I spent a lot of time 'staring at my bookmark'.

In June 2007 I found a YouTube video of Tao reading poetry at Galapagos. I watched the video four times. I was very impressed with Tao's delivery, with his wry monotone. I thought, "I have never seen a person read poetry like this before." I thought, "This person will develop a following."

[MY FIRST TAO LIN BOOK PURCHASE].
Around July 2007, I bought Bed (Tao's book of short stories) from Amazon.com. After reading Bed, I gave it to my ex-girlfriend. Giving Bed to my ex-girlfriend was a sort of post-break-up 'peace offering' (which worked, because we are still friends). My ex-girlfriend and I talked about Bed and I felt happy because she said that she liked it.

After reading Bed, I was very nervous about leaving a comment on Tao's blog. I did not leave a comment on Tao's blog for a long time, then one night I was drunk and I left a stupid comment saying "you are the voice of a generation" or something. The next morning I deleted the comment. I felt very retarded. (Aside: at this point I still didn't have a blog.)

[A LITTLE BIT ABOUT BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL].
For a while I thought that Tao was just 'doing his thing' completely alone. There didn't seem to be any sort of 'scene' forming. Then I found out about Brandon Scott Gorrell's blog from Tao's sidebar. I'm not sure when Tao added Brandon to his blogroll but it must have been sometime around July or later. When I found out about Brandon's blog, I was at first a little cynical. I thought that Brandon was perhaps just trying to 'ape' Tao's style in order to increase his readership, but I could tell after reading a few poems that Brandon was 'authentic'. Brandon really is very much a 'unique entity'. A little while after reading Brandon's blog, I started my own blog.

[WHY TAO LIN IS IMPORTANT].
Tao is an integral 'member' of the 'internet lit scene'. Because Tao has four books published and has had a piece in Vice magazine, he brings a legitimacy to the 'scene' that would otherwise be lacking. Tao has made it 'legitimate' to write neutrally about the seemingly boring and seemingly absurd. Tao has made it 'legitimate' to write about things honestly, simply, and without abstraction. Some shit-talkers reduce Tao to a person who writes 'like a ten-year-old' about hamsters and organic food. Those people are 'missing the point'. Tao's writing is the opposite of simple - it is extraordinarily complex, with nonsense layered on top of sarcasm layered on top of existentialist philosophy layered on top of world-weary cynicism layered on top of a strict utilitarianist worldview. Tao is shit-talked by those who can only see the nonsense and miss everything else. To those who 'get it', Tao truly is a trailblazer.

[THE 'LIT SCENE' TODAY].
Today, the internet lit scene is not so centered around Tao Lin. That is not to say that Tao is losing influence, but simply that others are gaining influence. Blake Butler, Ken Baumann, Shane Jones and Colin Bassett (among others) are getting published by prestigious print journals and publishing houses, and are starting their own journals. Big things are happening. But in my mind, we have Tao almost single-handedly to thank for 'starting the hamster wheel rolling'.

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This blog entry was written for 'Blog about Writers of Serious Literature Day'. A lot of people in the 'online lit scene' have written articles about one another. Here is THE LIST:

Tao Lin blogs about Gene Morgan
Noah Cicero blogs about Shane Jones
Gene Morgan blogs about Noah Cicero
Blake Butler blogs about Mike Bushnell
Jillian Clark blogs about Kathryn Regina
Zachary German blogs about Ryan Manning
Jereme Dean blogs about Blake Butler
Justin Rands blogs about Matthew Savoca
Kathryn Regina blogs about Ryan Manning
Ken Baumann blogs about Jereme Dean
Kendra Grant Malone blogs about Brandon Scott Gorrell
Matthew Savoca blogs about Gena Mohowish
Shane Jones blogs about Jillian Clark
Stephen Daniel Lewis blogs about TTB
Ryan Manning blogs about Tao Lin, Noah Cicero, and Brandon Scott Gorrell
Brandon Scott Gorrell blogs about Colin Bassett
Colin Bassett Blogs about Chris Killen, Zachary German, Connor O'Brien, The Mississippi Review, and has a contest running about the 'most powerful writers of serious literature'
Chris Killen blogs about Ken Baumann
Mike Bushnell blogs about Zachary German
Kathryn Regina blogs about Kendra Grant Malone
Sam Pink blogs about everyone

Thursday, August 14, 2008

drunk burp / robot brain

i have drunk a lot of coffee and it is 1.33am.

i feel as though i need to 'engage' more, with the blogosphere, with the 'real world', with you probably. let's 'engage'. send me an email and we will do a project together or whatever.

human beings are destroying the world in order to create beauty. as a human being i cannot help being destructive, but i also cannot help being creative. as a human being i am helping to bring about a beautiful apocalypse.

here is my serious photo-diary DRUNK BURP / ROBOT BRAIN:









Monday, August 4, 2008

BOOM

i have three poems at madswirl
BOOM.

something that scares me a little is the amount of power that google has over almost every human being alive. last week, google accidentally locked a number of blogger accounts because an spam-marking algorithm 'fucked up'. the internet lit 'scene' is completely dependent on google. google 'owns' the internet lit 'scene'. google could delete every blogspot account five minutes from now and destroy the 'blogosphere'. google knows more about me than i know about myself. i am going to make a back-up of my blog now and run away from my computer.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Interview with Wagner Israel Cilio III

Wagner Israel Cilio is an unemployed 22-year-old short-story writer who lives in rural Arkansas in a garage that has been converted into a house. Wagner Israel makes music as 'No One Conquered, Wyoming' and tutors English and has a great degree of faith in humanity.

CONNOR TOMAS O'BRIEN: wagner israel cilio
WAGNER ISRAEL CILIO: connor o'brien
C: did you want to do an 'interview' now
W: 'sure'
C: 'great'
C: ok. what do you 'do with your time'
W: i am unemployed so there is a lot of time. i usually bike to the coffeeshop. i sometimes mow the lawn or weed eat, we live in the country and there is a lot of grass
C: is it your choice to be unemployed
W: no it is not by choice, i have a college degree. i would like to simply sustain myself and be able to have money to not worry about material things
C: i used to want to do that, i'm not sure about my 'ideals' at the moment
W: i have loose guidelines but nothing in stone. we live on a farm. or, i guess in the country
C: i would like to live in the country perhaps
W: do you feel you would change substantially if you moved away from where you live?
C: yes. i would probably feel very good, i like travel a lot
W: i do too, i traveled last summer a lot, i did a tour of homes all around the country
C: what does that mean?
W: well instead of playing music at a legitimate venue i chose to play in living rooms and garages. and the host would bring all his friends for the show and potluck
C: oh 'wow'
W: i feel very self-conscious about this question
C: when people ask about your music?
W: or about anything personal. which i think is why i began questioning you
C: yes i noticed that, i found it 'funny'
W: i must admit, i am working off a fit of "tipsiness" at the moment. i was quite drunk earlier but i had some 'bread'
C: i like your song 'abel' a lot
W: thank you. there was a time when i only wrote songs about people from the bible. i am not religious but i really enjoy the bible as literature
C: i am reading 'the book of mormon' and the new issue of 'vice magazine' simultaneously right now. how did you organise the house shows?
W: from couchsurfing.com
C: i think i would be very nervous
W: connor, i was very nervous. i sometimes have anxiety and having to be "friendly" to new hosts everyday was very draining. i was also nervous because i didn't know if i would have enough money to make it
C: how many people went to the house shows? i think the idea is 'amazing'
W: that depended on the host, sometimes they would forget until i showed up at the door. or sometimes they would be telling their friends for weeks. sometimes i would play to 7 people or sometimes 13 which is a very big number for me. i think the biggest show i played ever was probably 25 people
C: how did you come up with the idea?
W: i had to go to a wedding in california and decided to take the long way
C: do you consider yourself a 'writer' or a 'musician'
W: both i guess, both of them make me feel good. i used to sing hymns to my grandmother when i was little and i used to write little science books for children. i suddenly feel like this is worst interview ever. it's 3:30 in the morning and i am still drunk
C: this is a good interview
W: ok
C: what were you drinking
W: two 24 ozs of but i am embarrassed to say which beer because i will sound like a hipster and it was really just that the beer was on sale and the can looked pretty and the beer was pbr. there.
C: we don't have pbr in australia, why is it hipster
W: i really have no idea why, i just remember someone called me a hipster once when i was drinking it but it was very accusatory and it hurt my feelings. it's also very good for a 'low-brow' beer. and cheap
C: you are a hipster
W: i just watched my roommate leave for work
C: what does your roommate do
W: my roommate works at starbucks, he just moved here but i do not think that he likes it. this is a small town and yesterday he said "this town is full of hot dogs and i'm a t-bone steak". i laughed in his face but i don't think he got it
C: your roommate sounds like he is clint eastwood
W: yeah except he has too many hair care products to be tough
C: who are your favourite authors
W: william saroyan, woody allen, and northrop frye. ok. i am falling asleep. i will tell you everything now. and then i will sleep. when i write, i try to sound like laura ingalls wilder on valium. i dislike fetishizing depression. i am nervous about having an 'positions' on things because i am scared of being proved wrong. thank you for the interview. i will sleep now
C: yes sleep
W: ok