You Have Lost Control

i saw everything.

Tools In The Hands Of Higher Beings

you can't hide behind your book.

God is just an idea

What You Seek Does Not Exist

all will burn

Together

we are

Together

we speak

With One Voice

But We Have Many Arms

i never loved you.

John reviews "Motorcycle Fetishist".

I've decided to return this blog to its original purpose. My recent camping trip has calmed my nerves, and I haven't had any blackouts in weeks. My father has also been very supportive, even if my friends haven't. All in all, things are looking up.

Today I'll be reviewing "Motorcycle Fetishist", the debut album by Divisible By Nine. They've been getting decent airtime on college radio with their lead single, "Leper Moth", which is what caught my attention and prompted me to buy the album. And I have to say, it is mesmerizing. If I were the type to drive a car -- which I'm not, anymore -- it would never leave the CD player.

Tor Oddsson is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, and also the band's chief songwriter. His voice takes on a casual, almost conversational tone in most of the songs, and yet somehow it never loses the melody. And what's more, he never sounds bored -- each and every song is fueled by Oddsson's passion for the words and the music he's presenting to us. This passion, combined with indie rock sensibilities and a helluva beat, are what have led to "Leper Moth"'s success.

"Motorcycle Fetishist" is at its best, however, when it challenges authority. "Do the Fucking Math", the album's penultimate track, blends hip-hop and indie rock together into a beautiful tapestry that I've yet to hear outside of an Astronautalis record. Tor's smooth flow and the hypnotic beats easily make this the highlight of the album.

Divisible By Nine have a long way to go if they want to be millionaires, but they have my completely unqualified seal of approval.

I went camping.

With my cousins.

I lost my phone while we were canoeing.

Nothing sinister.

Nothing mysterious.

Honest.

still gone

i finally read through everything john wrote on this blog.

i had read some of it, and i knew some of it was weird, but i had no idea it was this bad. rachel thought we should talk to the police, but after what i read, that seems like the worst thing i could possibly do.

i dont think rachel has any idea this thing even exists. maybe thats good.

i havent told her shit about it. not my place.

i just wish i could fucking talk to him.

where the fuck is john???

okay, so, ill just start at the beginning i guess. john slept over my house last night. it was totally chill, he seemed fine, happier than hes been in a long time. we passed out watching the big lebowski, and when i woke up john was gone and so was my videocamera. i tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. no one picked up at his house, either, which is weird because his dad is always home.

i went over kind of pissed off because, yknow, he stole my fucking camera. but no one was there. i looked in all the windows and rang all the doorbells and knocked on all the doors. johns jeep is still in the driveway and his dads truck is still in the garage.

somethings not right. i dont know what the hell is going on but something is very wrong. id call the cops but that might just get john in more trouble. i called rachel and she hasnt heard from him. i dont know what the fuck to do.

shit, i was just looking on here and noticed a post from last night. "come with me"? what the hell does that mean?