GET EXCITED FOR THIS.

Not only does the couch I substitute for a desk chair twist a torturous knot in my back, but also it seems to be sucking the ambition and cheerful nature that I normally exhibit, right out of my asshole. Take last night, when I sat and listened to the new Sara Barielles album while my girlfriend did her review. Somehow I couldn’t muster the will to leave the repetition of generally underdeveloped happy music to go put on a video game. I was a lazy cat, basking in lethargy, lying right next to our lazy cat. I do not suggest being excited for this. If your into this chick-bop that has been a dominant style for the last few years, I suggest going for the young and ambitious, as I’m sure Sara, Regina, Ingrid, Colbie, Kelly, and Taylor were all that way once upon a time. I suggest getting a copy of Amory Sivertson’s EP, How to Run Away, a self-made masterpiece offering dexterous embellishments, a versatile voice, and some gritty songwriting. So be excited for this.

Now that I’ve started to make some sense, I can only say - look out! Electronic dude-bands from a past future are on a mission to infiltrate your playlist. They probably want you to buy their music first, but in return they offer a mixture of sounds that might first cause you to start dressing differently, and then start getting you laid.

!!!, a California-bred band, with a name that is a euphemism for any real-life onomatopoeia, is back after a year off, brewing a high-energy electronic raucous, with ingredients found at any high school keg party. Their music is sex and suggestion grinding closely to an earthy mixture of hip-hop and dance. Don’t be mistaken, this is NOT panty-dropping music, though lead singer, Nic Offer, may make you wonder. Check out their new album, Strange Weather, Isn’t It?, sporting the college radio favorite single, AM/FM,because I would suggest being excited for this.
I would also suggest getting out of your seat for The Pass, the next big thing out of weird ‘ol Louisville, KY, who recently opened for !!! at the Headliner’s Music Hall in the ‘ville. Why this town produces so much talent, I’ll never know. Maybe it’s the weed (Kentucky’s #1 cash crop); maybe it’s the presence of the late Hunter S. Thompson. Whatever it is, keep it up! The Pass will make you dance - simple as that. A year after their single Crosswalk Stereo brought a strong following, The Pass recently released their first full album, Burst, which is a dancin’ good time, and have been touring as far north as NYC, so get out there and get excited for these boys.
Lastly, I have to mention Younger Brother, originally a UK duo of notable electronic musicians Simon Posford and Beji Vaughn, who generated a well-deserved following for their first album, A Flock of Bleeps, and again after recruiting vocalist Ru Campbell on Last Days of Gravity. The trio built a band to perform their music, recruiting Disco Biscuits bassist Marc Brownstein, Brother’s Past/American Babies guitarist Tom Hamilton, and the hardest-working man in show business, Joe Russo on drums. The live experience cultivated a chemistry that has lead to the next chapter in the story of Yonger Brother as they are in the studio now working on their new album ‘Vaccine’, due in December.
Oh, and get excited for their pledge drive too – an independent way of distributing their music. Check it out here.

BIG DAY

Well, with four posts in four months, I'd say I am off to a great start. Today is the day I begin my forty hour un-work week. For someone that's unemployed, its hard to stay employed for all of those hours.
So, I set the foundation for building the track I will take to getting a ticket to success. A few weeks ago I started a 'Google Group,' with the intention of getting creative with my closest friends. So I invited the whole crew. The brothers' Sulvinsk and some other campers for their fun-employment support, the college roommate - because every great team needs a superstar, the girlfriend- because I felt obligated (just kidding Linds), and some other dudes that would whine and cry if they ever over-tipped a delivery boy by accident.
The first wave of interest has DEFINITELY subsided, and it really feels like I'm talking to myself. I tried to muster some interest in making an entry for the World Short Film Fest and got one response involving a mock-umentry about pop-cultures newest shortcoming - the hipster. Enlightening, but the idea stood alone amongst a group of seven dudes.
So, today - I start following 'FUNEMPLOYEDGUY' on Twitter, to stoke my inner fire. Day 1, grow beard. I'm going to continue pestering every employer (real or not) to notice me. So, today, Monday - I am applying for as many jobs as I can in 8 hours, as well as posting on my blaGH, growing my beard, answering my girlfriends texts, and probably taking breaks-just like on a regular non un-work day.

Starting Small

As I continue to work on my portfolio and look for a job, I have to go and test things to make sure they work how I expect them to. As for the job hunt, call-back's and interviews are regular, and really, the employer and I are just testing one another. I guess I'm a hard person to work with.
On a lighter note, from what I heard from a friend reading the biography of Craig Ferguson, if this guy can do it, so can I. I won't have all the heroin and living on the streets to battle along the way either, so I guess I have a head start.
While working on my portfolio, testing images, scenes, and code take up the bulk of my time. Blogger is a great way to test my code and the web compatibility of much my content. Much of the content is quickly removed or altered, so don't think you're a master web-editor if you frequent the blaHG.

Back to the Future, Again

Think of all the things I've missed out on in the last 90 days of so, because I was either broke or glued to Craigslist. For example, my neighbor, an aspiring folk singer, played at a festival a month or so ago. Now, I see her play nearly everyday, so my missing her performance was not a total loss. The real fun came earlier that day, when her dog, Forest, broke from her clutches on the leash, as he does from time to time, and sprinted at a young woman sitting on a blanket. The fear at first was that he was bloodthirsty, but instead of eating her whole, he ran right up to her, lifted his side-arm, and pissed on her. Happy to be alive, barely phased by the pooch-pee, the young woman accepted the ensuing apologies and assured she was fine. Good thing, too, because it was somehow her own fault. A hydrant in a past life. Moments later - other dogs, probably having seen Forest's territorial thunderstorm, made there way over to this concert-goer and opened fire. I heard she got up and left after that.

Unemployment is the vacation I never wanted. Sure, it's not all bad- I do have fun, checks in the mail, video games, running off to beaches and concerts with friends on the weekends. No real obligations. But it's hard to justify a day of carefree fun when you live on $39 a day. Somehow, I have been making it work, because I am still here (haven't been evicted) and I signed a lease for a new apartment.
I have noticed that I need to just keep moving. Keep living. Keep working on my portfolio, keep blaHGing, take on some projects and keep hunting. Keep tomorrow on the brain, because it's coming whether I'm ready for it or not.

On with the show...

Well to start, who the hell am I, and why am I the guy you want to go to for social commentary, wise words and wit. I'm like you, perhaps, a little weird and funny. I have a car and I pay rent. I went to college and did all of that. I've done drugs. I love music. I want to be creative. I've had jobs and I have a girlfriend. I hate bad drivers. Always swerving, and sleeping at the wheel. Just lifeless human ticking time bombs.

And, like you, I notice things. Things that are outrageous. Things that are desirable. Things that you never knew existed. I witness humorous interactions. I see events unfold that seem a little too coincidental to go unmentioned and unjustified. Ridiculous behavior that has to be recorded.

And because all of this 'mind-trash' is worth more to me and yourself written, than it is forgotten, than blahg I shall. That and I got laid off and have nothing better to do.

So why not go and watch a TV show or read a magazine? Or just read the newspaper? Why not just get high and trip out?

Because the next hit drama on NBC will probably be funny, and the craziest most talentless act will top the charts next week. The DOW will go up and down and you've probably had all the fun you're going to have with whippets and cocaine. That shit is predictable. This is where the unexpected happens. No one anticipated that poor bastard at Coachella learning the physics of the thong sandal amidst heavy foot traffic. I didn't even think he could do it.

And that's why you're here. Because you don't want to miss it. This is going to be the new old- Springsteen. THE BOSS.

YOU MADE IT TO THE FIRST BLahG!

Congratulations!
Put your confusion aside and try to focus on the excitement.
Face it, you've made it this far, you might as well stick around.

Know that this blahg could be an inspiration to you. A place you go for your news perhaps. Or for ideas on music or food or women. A place you can discuss your job. A place you can discuss your bowls. A source of humor. A source of unfettered reality. And, as I understand it, a place to come plagiarize and pilfer my thoughts and use them in your own life for your own benefit without me ever knowing it.
See? Now you're listening.

Will I come through? Will this blahg live up to its goals? Only time will tell, and since this is day one, get the hell out of here and come back tomorrow.
...stupid internet jerks...

Sincerely,
Alex Vaughn