Thursday, November 26, 2009

airplane

about to get on one. ahahahaha!
weird feeling of butterflies.
thanksgiving was good. tons of great food and extreme laughter.
that is all.

crinkles


I am a smooth but crinkly summertime noise maker. I used to be a friend of those who peeled off their bubble faced piano parties.
La La La........you may say other things are the things that are muffled by the sliding of the sushi and the saliva that burns through the night.

Monday, November 23, 2009

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I used to be a little less relaxed than I am these days.
That is, in part, due to moving away from everything I knew with little to no preparation. It was all I could do when I arrived to try not to worry about things too much. I did okay for a while, actually, I did very well! It is getting better still even though I move back in less than a week now. I will still be paying rent here so that is my only actual 'worry'. Still, I'm not that worried about it. Things will work out, they always do. It may be a pain in the bum for awhile, having to seriously save every penny until I feel somewhat financially stable enough to do the boom and bam and slap and tap. I mean, I will have some guaranteed hours at the fudge store, and I will be immediately looking for a second job. It is a silly pain in the cash-ass to have to pay rent somewhere where I don't live, But I DID sign the lease! It would be very nice if my replacement magically showed up very very soon and took over my rent for me, but not too likely. Luckily, I am able to hold tightly onto the reigns of my 'good attitude horse' while he jumps over puddles and gallops through rivers of bad luck and misfortune. My horse is on it's way to a bright and amazing place, a place where time jerks people back to reality.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

soon

hopefully very soon

came to a place with wheels and tires

and i looked over the edge of a bond i had formed with the animals on the bank of the river. they were cute, fluffy, and scared shitless.
The tunnel of spooky spirit slinkies was fading into the clouds, no longer in earshot. My father is a warrior from Dunwich. His eyes are black holes and his body a temple of flame. point is, I am only here because of the parts that played a part in parting out the parts of I. That being said, I don't know for sure where life will take me and who i will meet or not meet.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Never Let Up

Physically challenging activities and scientific powers.
Wild animals and brain cells forming magical towers.
One steady beat can make me feel amazing and free.
The elimination of us, leaving only me.

I am not an actor, but i will act this out
to the best of my ability and i will try not to shout.
My ability interrupted your tranquility and you tuned it out!
I will gently peel and pull until you feel what I'm about.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Alaska

AS IT GETS COLDER AND COLDER AND I GET OLDER,
I FEEL AS IF THE EARTH AROUND ME IS WORTH MORE THAN WHAT MOST PEOPLE KNOW.
IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL HERE, AND THERE ARE A LOT OF STRESSED OUT ASS-FACES.
THERE ARE A LOT OF CHILL RELAXED NICE PEOPLE AS WELL, JUST HARDER TO FIND.
AND WHEN YOU FIND THEM, THEY ALWAYS BRING UP HOW THEY DON'T LIKE ALASKA.
THEY WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE WITH MORE OPEN MINDS AND LESS RAPE.
I MYSELF HAVE LEARNED THAT THE NEXT PLACE I MOVE WILL BE WARM RATHER THAN COLD.
AND STEERING CLEAR OF RAPE IS ALWAYS A GOOD THING TO DO. ALSO, HAVING ROOMMATES IS SUPER DUMB. BUT LIVING ON MY OWN WOULD BE SO VERY EXPENSIVE. ANDI CAN ONLY PUT SO MUCH MONEY INTO ONE THING BEFORE IT STARTS TO FEEL LIKE A WASTE. LIKE I COULD BE PAYING WAY LESS FOR RENT AND DOING OTHER AWESOME THINGS WITH MY MONEY.

First Fixed Gear Fakie Wheelie Ever On Film

Truly Fucking Amazing

Joel Weston from MACAFRAMA on Vimeo.

waky waky eggz n' baky

I hold my chalice to the spout poking out of your brain
while our words dance like earthworms trying to get out of the rain,
and I will butcher your judgments, cut them in two
because i may be nocturnal, but so are you
and I may be indolent at times, but hey, my pig flew!

If you learn to transform your choler, you will go far.
If you cannot put down a bottle, you belong in the bar!

Our mind's are busy, intractable areas.
They house negative and positive thoughts and everything in between.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

pictures i like

of people i miss and can't wait to see again.




















Sunday, November 15, 2009

NO YES NO YES

WHEN THEY LOOKED AT THE POSITION THEY WERE IN, THE BUBBLES ROSE TO THE TOP OF THE POT AND NO ONE WAS GOING TO CLEAN UP AFTER THEM!
THE CHOICE TO TRANSCEND OR TO LOVE OR TO HATE OR TO SLEEP OR TO GO SEE A PLAY. GO TO COLLEGE. FIX THINGS. GET TO WORK. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I TOOK A CLASS ONCE CALLED "PARALLEL RELATIONS OF SEXUAL SARCASMS"
OH LOOK AT THIS GUY, HE CAN PLAY THE PIANO! NO BUT SERIOUSLY, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
DO YOU LIKE MUSIC? DO YOU LIKE ART? DO YOU LIKE STOP SIGNS? ROAD BLOCKS? GREEN LIGHTS? POST CARDS? VHS TAPES? DUDES? GALS? DORKS? HEAVY MACHINERY? IT'S A;; PART OF LIFE MY FRIEND.
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THE CARPET HERE IS SOFT ON MY TOES, BUT MY TOES ARE ALWAYS VERY COLD.
AS PEOPLE GET OLD THEY BREAK THE MOLD MAKE THE FOLD AND WALK AROUND AND DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD.
I AM A CAT AND I WILL SCRATCH YOU.
IF YOU TRY TO RUN, I WILL CATCH YOU.
BIG HOUSES CONTAIN BIG SECRETS.
DO NOT PUT A LABEL ON ME!
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FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! GO FUCK YOURSELF WHILE YOU PULL OUT YOUR HAIR!
I'M SOAKING WET AND READY FOR MORE. LIFE CAN BE FUN OR LIFE CAN BE A BORE?
I MAKE THE LAWS HERE GOD DAMMIT.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

LATE NIGHTS LEADING TO DEEP SLEEP

MILES FROM HOME, MAKING GOOD TIME.
TRYING AND SUCCEEDING TO COUGH UP MY SLIME.
READING BOOKS TO STAY AWAKE AND READING BOOKS TO FALL ASLEEP,
SOME NIGHTS I FEEL SO NORMAL AND SOME I FEEL LIKE A CREEP.
I USED TO THINK THAT MY TIME WAS LIMITED BUT NOW I KNOW THAT TIME IS ALL I HAVE,
I HAVE A LOT TO GIVE AND THERE IS A LOT TO GAIN,
AND JUST BECAUSE IT HURTS, THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT PAIN.

THE ROOM IS FILLING UP WITH SMOKE AND MY MIND IS ELSEWHERE.
THE NOTES FROM THE MAN'S GUITAR ARE SCRAPING AT MY BRAIN.
LIKE A RAKE ON THE NAKED PAVEMENT.
I AM ENJOYING THE BEAUTIFUL SKY EVERYDAY WHILE I AM HERE,
AND MAKING SURE NOT TO SHY AWAY FROM THE THINGS I FEAR.

TODAY THE WIND BLEW WHAT LITTLE HAIR I HAVE TO THE SIDE,
THE HAIR WAS FLOWING LIKE A RIVER, AN ICE COLD RIVER.
I HELD MY BREATH.............
WAS I BEING WATCHED? I KNEW I SHOULD OPEN MY EYES.
I WISH I WOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING, BUT MY EYES WOULD NOT OPEN.
I COULD FEEL IT THOUGH, COMING DIRECTLY TOWARDS ME TO STEAL MY THOUGHTS.
NO....WAIT, IT WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING. BUT WHAT?

"AM I DREAMING"
THE THOUGHT WAS ONE OFTEN TOSSED AROUND IN HIS PITIFUL BRAIN.
HE WORE A WHITE ROBE AND RODE A HORSE DOWN THE ROAD.
HE DRANK A HEAVY LOAD OF WHATEVER WAS IN HIS BOTTLE.
HE REACHED INTO THE SKY AND CLASPED TIGHTLY ONTO THE THROTTLE.
HIS EYEBROWS WERE DARK AND THICK AND PRETTY DISPLEASING TO LOOK AT.
HE WAS STRONG, BUT NOT MENTALLY. ONLY PHYSICALLY.

HIS SKIN WAS OLD AND LEATHERY, LIKE THAT OF FATHER TIME HIMSELF.
TIME HAD PLAYED IT'S VICIOUS ROLE IN MAKING HIM A CRUDE OLD MAN.
GRAVITY HAD BEEN BUSY TOO, SHOWING THE MAN'S NEIGHBORS JUST HOW SAGGY AN OLD WRETCHED FACE COULD GET.
HE ATE OFTEN AND ATE LIKE A GENTLEMAN.
HIS WIFE HAD DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT YEARS BEFORE AND HE HAD TURNED TO WHISKEY TO NUMB HIS BRAIN.
UNABLE TO EVER FLUSH HER OUT, HE WOULD DRINK UNTIL HE SWELLED UP LIKE A HUGE, STINKY BLIMP EVERY NIGHT. HIS SMILE TURNED TO A FROWN AND HIS BOTTLE FELL TO THE GROUND AND IT WAS TIME FOR SLEEP.
THAT WAS ALL IN HIS PAST. THESE DAYS, HE WALKED HIS DOG OR RE-READ THE PAPER TO KILL THE TIME, STAYING OCCUPIED BEFORE HE DIED OR UNTIL HE CRIED AND HE PRIED AND PRIED.
HE WOULD PICK AND PRY AT HIS DREAMS, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF THEM.
HE WOKE UP EVERY NIGHT TO PEE AND LET HIS DOG OUT TO PEE.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

J Bird

J Bird from Anthony Riskey on Vimeo.

oh my god.



awesome



if you were any near Traverse City on Halloween and you didn't go here i have no idea why! I was in Alaska wishing i were here, this would have been soooo fun to be involved with! everyone did a GREAT job and I am jealous!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Travis



damn. super sick line from 30 seconds on.

watch out for this guy!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

fart in the face of your enemies!

I have been rendered thoughtless.
I call it "brain-mush" which sounds like a cereal for zombies but it's not.
Anyway, normally, the nightly occurrence of brain-mush is not nearly as strong as tonight's, lasting only about an our or so. Tonight i haven't had a single clear identifiable thought in hours.
I enjoy it though. It's presence is both welcome and refreshing. What a change of pace from my normal "thinking"!
I encourage it to frequent these parts with increased regularity. Although, it seems poignant, almost disgustingly so, to write about my lack of thinking. Seriously, typing this is making me sick.

FAkie

Fakie from Anthony Riskey on Vimeo.


My carelessness at the end resulted in this:

It may not look like much but i can feel the difference. and it sucks.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

bootleg sessions 4

Aloha Fixed: BLSV4 teaser from ALOHA FIXED on Vimeo.



awesome. looks fun. the clip at :54 is so sick, i am sure there will be some footage of that being landed in the actual dvd!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

hello!

hello . how are you? that's good. anyway, recently i have been doing a lot of : reading, writing, biking, coloring things, drinking tea. eating an insane amount of bananas,waking up sweating,seeing moose,sleeping in, and thinking.

the book ME TALK PRETTY ONE DAY

is a hilarious quick read and I am zipping right through it. David Sedaris

is a clever, clever man.

Here is me on my bike earlier today at a school playground right down the road my my house.


Disappearing children from Anthony Riskey on Vimeo.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

songs

HERE

well here it begins, the two that are there now i am not really proud of. keep that in mind. more to come. probably a lot more instrumental stuff because i hate these lyrics! but i am getting better.

Monday, November 2, 2009

kidd


cold!

it is so cold out right now! good morning nipples! woooooo! well i am gonna have to start my journey to work soon.....and then try and stay busy and then when i get back home i am gonna read and shower and go to sleep.

this video has no point

oh except that i love al green.

i told him to stop shaking the camera..............

A swarmpede of Stamperphests from Anthony Riskey on Vimeo.