things are really going that way or "It's not you, It's me."

If a man were to die,
would he put himself on trial.
Throw is actions to the court room,
let them taint his pride?

I want to start on the next next record.
I think we are getting closer to ready.
But i suppose we must first release build me this,
before starting such a topic.

This pear has been sitting on my desk for two weeks now.
I just wanted to show a progression.
And what better progression,
than death?

j

And, To Feel Is to.....

I am early in the morning.
Risen from a night owl.
Sleep has brought sadness.
Wake another hour now.

Boulder, CO.
is where we are heading this next weekend.
there is a whole new lineup of amazing friends
that will be joining me on stage.
We are determined to create a musical empire.
I guess we shall see.

I am excited/nervous for the future.
Life is silly.
I can't quite get ahold of anything yet.
I have begun to write again.
Much really.
Much Much.
I enjoy the process,
the sadness,
and the way.

We will be playing at Lollapalooza as well.
the day after Boulder, CO.

and then back home for some weeks.
But starting August. 31 we will be out for a mighty wind.
A MIGHTY of a wind.
I can't wait to taste the road again.
To lose my inhibition,
To unleash my thoughts.
To avoid a hurting.
To destroy my fright.

Here we are, all together now.
ALL TOGETHER NOW!!!!

I AM NOT REAL,
FOR YOU I FEEL
FOR YOU I FEEL
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.

sinfully all of yours,
truly,

jfj

May 24, 2009

Was the last time i had put anything on here.
I often feel just, overwhelmed with....
i don't really know what.
"IT" is just overwhelming.
It being anything that consumes you i suppose.
so here is to today.
here is to yesterday.
and here is to tomorrow.
may it all come lightly.

Hurry and write down your feelings.
Hesitation means death.
Pickle all of your inklings,
bottle every last breath.
For your mind will betray,
and say your memory is false.
Underneath the sheets at Willamette Mountain.

Conjure up all of your demons,
Try and make peace with the pain.
To ignore and neglect'll
Make you bitter and stained.
You're a creature of Comfort,
and your body gives way,
to the spirits in Willamette Mountain.


I AM NOT REAL!
FOR YOU I FEEL!
FOR YOU I FEEL,
WHEN THE MORNING COMES!

-jfj