July 2010
4 posts
WatchLast chance to catch the summertime jams. Come on out, I’ll buy ya a beer.
statebird:
“Waisting Away” off the Holy Spirits EP. Just a taste of the jams cominatcha tomorrow night. Come help us celebrate the LA summer and Ohio in waiting, for next we head East.
State Bird. Molly Malone’s. 9pm. Sunday, July 25th. $8 CASH at the door (unless you don’t have $8, then email...
WatchBarak & Joe are Tough Guys.
Watchstatebird:
The boys kicked out this laid back Hollywood rooftop version of Coastin’ just hours before LeBron announced he was “taking his talents to South Beach.”
Video courtesy of Noam Bleiweiss.
May 2010
3 posts
WatchRomance is dead.
Watch“So I Don’t Walk Funny Pills” by Barak Hardley and Joe Hartzler.
WatchJoe wants to show Barak his brand new…
April 2010
1 post
danforth:
Here’s a little ditty I wrote two...
August 2009
4 posts
March 2009
1 post
Cobra →
Brother is a music maker.
February 2009
3 posts
Brother →
My brother is the artist I always wanted to be.
January 2009
5 posts
WatchHappy MLK Day.
http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2009/01/07/joe... →
I could really do without this.
Also, to those civilians affected by the war in Gaza:
Move! Stop complaining everytime your stupid house gets exploded and move away! Move anywhere else in the world. This is a strip of land 25 miles long and between 4-7 miles wide, and its constantly under attack. Don’t live there!
(I understand this is probably the sort of ill-informed, dumbass thing...
A Happy New Year (Ohio in Pictures)
Ohio is cruel and lovely.
Tuscarawas County loves Wal-mart’s convenient one-stop shopping.
Brother and I shot billiards before he left for Europe.
After Coby flew away, I stayed in his apartment pretending I was Buddy Glass.
My neices brought me books and I read to them. One was about a farmer and his boat, and all the animals that wanted a ride. The ending was not very...
December 2008
16 posts
Update: T County, OH
I forgot how many terrible hicks and meth-heads live in Tuscarawas County, OH. (We have one of the nations busiest Walmarts). They wear Carharts and climb out of Diesal pick-up trucks looking sour and surly, sporting shit-kicking scowls and strutting like badasses. They would just as soon beat me to a pulp as look at me, but I’d probably beat me up too if I were a...
Jogging for Jesus
I heard the song you see below on my way to work this morning. 88.9 KXLU is hands down the best radio station in Los Angeles, barring the weekend, when it becomes maranga music.
Morning Becomes Eclectic on 89.9 KCRW is also pretty good, but I think that starts at 9AM, so I only get to listen to it when I’m late.
Jogging for Jesus by Leslie Harris and the House...
Its raining in Sunny Southern California, where the hippies and weirdos are still running loose. A drink for every soaking dog who feels the world too cold and heavy tonight.
Dropped back into existence and landed in a heap....
I wake up swinging, sitting bolt upright, terrified. I’m late. I didn’t do something. I’m forgetting someone. Through bleary eyes the morning light is dull and gray.
Its cold. Then, slowly I’m aware. I am here. I am myself. Its Saturday. I’m on base.
“this then
will be my destiny:
scrabbling for pennies in tiny dark halls...”
– from The Poetry Reading by Charles Bukowski
When I've had several drinks...
I mistakenly believe I can play the drums.
I try to talk to girls and come off sounding like a corny uncle.
Back-flips seem like a good idea but probably aren’t.
I disclose about expired friends while acting casual and aloof.
I sleep on Birthday Boy couches. God bless you Birthday Boys.
Dinner in Tinseltown
11:00pm. Sheesh, its getting late, I better start thinking about supper. Let’s see, I’ve got a box of Pasta Roni… a can of tuna… Pasta Roni… oh, hey, I’ve got a box of Pasta Roni. Perfect. Simple. Done deal.
Let’s see…pasta… heat… bag of secret spices… oh ok, I need water here… ok, got that. Now, I need some butter…...
“My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night. But ah my foes, and oh...”
– Norman’s toast in A River Runs Through It
Originally Edna St. Vincent
November 2008
9 posts
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We are wine rolled about in great crystal glasses — billowing red we sway with the evening and sink laughing in our stools.
weareloved.net
I crossed paths with Barak a few years back while he was on tour with his three-man improv team, Isaac Improv. This is Barak (pronounced like Derick):
I had just turned 21 when I dropped out of school for a semester to tour with Isaac. I ran lights and sound for them for awhile, but Barak and the guys taught me how to do improv. After a rough start, I eventually found my footing.
We...
A Poem by 10-Year-Old Joey
It was a gloomy day
The grave was dug
The pastor came to pray
He gave the dead man a coffee mug.
-Joey Hartzler circa 1991
somewhere i have never traveled
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands ee cummings
Mouth of the river Facebook
Clearly I’m not the first to notice, hence the Tumblr blog, but it struck me a moment ago, while staring at my facebook page, the way time and information tumble through the internet like days passing, but alternately plodding or sprinting at random, of its own accord, ebbing and flowing like a hiccuping tide. The new information is piled atop old information, and the old information flows...
WatchState Brother. As featured on Pitfork.tv
October 2008
3 posts
Pumpkin Festival
I booked a ticket for Seattle on a whim after a facebook feed broke regarding the 4th Annual Pumpkin Festival. Here is that provocative advertisement in its entirety:
PUMPKIN FESTIVAL
Here we celebrate the harvest season with whisky and love!
If you love pumpkins, leaves, autumn, beer, whiskey and music, then you’ll love this hootin annie ho down. Bring yourself, all your friends...
Brother, California, and The State of Things
The air is cool and the sun is warm today as California dips her toe into Autumn. I’ve just returned to my apartment on S. Bronson from a rehearsal at UCB and a subsequent writing meeting at Cafe 101, and now I have the afternoon for writing. The time devoted to creative pursuits this morning has put a breeze in the air. I find Brother in my room with a guitar. Since he was 13...
WatchSeth completes a crossword puzzle, while Joe plays a game of his own.
July 2008
1 post
Have I really grown so cowardly that I refuse to say anything at all about this silly place?