one little two little three little indians
By Brandon Adamson

So internet access has been super sparse….but I promise an extensive recap of this entire trip when I get back on Monday. I’m going to see metric tonight, neon indian and the crystal antlers…a band that I only remember because they posted an craigslist a couple years ago that their van had been stolen with […]

highlights
By Brandon Adamson

Paul Mitchell has a booth here and they are giving hand massages for $2. You know that I bought one…I would have paid 20 for it

3 hours sleep
By Brandon Adamson

I’m updating this from the SXSW convention center, because the hotel I was put it up was sort of ghetto and didn’t even have internet. Also the shower has like no water pressure, which means i’ll be coming back with a few extra layers of dead skin cells. Downtown Austin is pretty fun. I stayed […]

not quite the opposite of north by northwest
By Brandon Adamson

I don’t know how I managed to wake up at 6 a.m. and catch my plane this morning, as I went to Casey Moore’s last night, got drunk off red wine and stayed until close. Hung out with Jonathan Sakas, Bree, Kelly(not the lifeguard kelly different one) and company…where we discussed the most popular tacky […]

I’m lost in admiration could I need you this much?
By Brandon Adamson

For some reason, I have had the Tears For Fears song “Head Over Heels” in my head for a couple days, which reminds me of the hallway scene from Donnie Darko, a movie which I remember when it was being filmed. I knew it would become sort of a cult classic, and I went ad […]

“I am so dead they’re going to have to bury me twice “- Corey Haim
By Brandon Adamson

Corey Haim died, which was pretty sad. He was always my favorite of the two Coreys. In the fall of 1988, my mom took me and Robbie Haas to see “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” but for some reason it wasn’t playing so we ended up seeing “License to Drive” which would later serve as an […]

I was born to love you. I was born to lick your face
By Brandon Adamson

B: The movie Caddyshack has been playing on repeat in my dvd player for a few weeks now, and I’ve since adopted a sort of 80’s golfer clothing style… Why are you laughing? G: I thought you were starting to say you adopted a child. Sorry I wasn’t really paying attention to what you were […]

martin van ruin
By Brandon Adamson

Found this cool site that shows the history of Van Buren St. http://www.brazilbrazil.com/vanburen.html I never knew that the “Miranda rights” originated from this seedy street, which has apparently always possessed varying degrees of seediness: In the early 1960s an 18-year-old woman was walking down Van Buren, returning from work to her home near 7th street, […]

The authentic cool of the elders
By Brandon Adamson

Old people are just naturally cool. They give off that uninterested vibe that they’ve seen it all, been there done that, mostly because they have(or are simply too exhausted by what they have seen to show much enthusiasm for whatever trivial stupid thing you’re trying to show them.) They don’t get too passionate because they […]

If the dog wouldn’t have stopped to shit he would’ve caught the rabbit
By Brandon Adamson

So lately when go I jogging at night I keep almost getting attacked by vicious dogs. There is one particular Arcadia street which I prefer to jog through because of the lovely 60’s era tri-level houses, and because there are unlikely to be gangsters, trashy people drinking in their front yards or any other riff […]