not waving

9/9

tired of trying to come up with titles for these. just gonna use the date from now on i think. anyway i havent heard from john except through here. i dont know what the fuck is going on, or how much of what hes saying is true or if hes just holed up in his house taking pills or what. he wont answer the phone, he wont respond to emails, and he doesnt have a facebook so thats out.

im still pissed at him even if im worried about him. and hes obviously fucking crazy and a biblethumping asshole. but this stuff with his dad well. his dad has always been kinda weird. i never thought he was abusive or violent or anything before but who knows.

i wonder when everyones lives got so fucked up. daves gone. rachels a mess. johns more crazy than ever and maybe his dad too. its like this whole town is living in a state of emergency. i dont see people on the streets anymore and when i do theyre walking fast and looking down. i even saw william the other day. thats never a good sign.

im not really sure why im writing this. i dont really have anyone to talk to lately. rachel spends all her time reading and she was my last real contact with the world. and i'm not the kind of crazy fucker who talks to god so. i wish itd stop raining

Guess it's time I published this.

This has been saved in my drafts since the day after I came back. I think my dad wrote it. I don't know how he found my blog.

I had to find him. I could not let him be hurt. He's my boy. He's all I have left. I had to protect him. I'm the only one who can. If others knew about what has become of our family, we would not be allowed to live.

I followed him into the forest. I saw the things he communed with. The great cat, and the king of limbs.

I followed him across world and time.

I brought him home.

I need to Kill The Little Fucker

I Need To Show Him Who Is In Charge

Bleed Him With Leeches

And Set The Hounds On Him

My son.

All Is Lost

HES FULL OF SHIT DONT LISTEN TO HIM

http://youtu.be/jVQT_WZ8Qtc

found the memory card. so tired of your fucking games.

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.