I just can't sleep tonight. I'm leaving on a small tour in a day. I always get antsy and can't sleep. And then I think about the trip I went on with Matty. Oh man was that fun! Las Vegas will never be the same. We would buy eachother buttery nipple shots when we had the money. He told me about some crazy tour with hickey. Jumping a ditch driving threw cornfields to get across the canadian border. Mat on a bus or something. Meeting up with the strands of hickey by acidently driving and walking past eachother. Underaged girls drinking and passing out in there van when the fuzz showed up and taking one of em because she was a run away. We caused some good fun on our own little trip with my stupid emo band. Every night he would toss his guitar into my drums. I loved it! Sometimes I smell him around my room. I have some of his things. They sometimes catch the air and it feels like he's around asking if the guitars are loud enough or to eq the drums. One night he brought over a band to record. He nodded off on the mixing board. I finished up for him. He was trying out some new pills. They didn't work to well for him. I miss Matty. But just writting some junk sure makes it feel like he's around, in my head. And that's good.
Various states of disrepair is now available again on interpunk.com.
<a href="http://www.interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=54554&." target="blank">http://www.interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=54554&</a>. Or, we do mail order too just e-mail us <a href="mailto😃efectoSF@hotmail.com">DefectoSF@hotmail.com
Cool homepage, i wish i could do mine as nice....
hey, I emailed the Hickey/VGS split mp3s to stuff@mattyluv.com like a week ago, did it ever make it?
matty used to work the overnight shift at dip'n donuts in pembroke pines, FL, way back when. every once in a while, i'd stop by and see him, as it was right by the house and there wasn't all that much going on in the wee hours.
once, i stopped by and gave him a dr. pepper and a bag of cool ranch doritos. the combination was divine and it was a snack we'd enjoyed together often.
matty told me it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.
it made me so sad, as i knew he deserved to have much nicer things done for him.
but then, it made me happy...just to know that i could have brightened one of his bleak nights, a night i know he repeated endlessly.
he was a brilliant soul and he will be missed...
thanks, aesop, for carrying on.
once we sat in my backyard overlooking the city of angels (...i had a great view then), and sipped beer and talked about how things would be if we had a ton of money. we were on acid and kept writing words in the air with our cigarettes...laughing at the glowy trails that each other was spelling out in the darkness. i kept doing it and he finally grabbed my hand and said, " would you stop it and f*cking kiss me already?" he was the man. i miss u.
thats a damn good split. hey aesop, and whoever else, i was thinking back to whent les turdz stayed with ya'll and recorded and remembered some funny shite. i had three with us, my three legged dog for those that don't know, and when we went out for the day we left three in dwights garage/home. the dog escaped and ran loose in the mission. nobody could find her, cept for the mission hookers that is. they formed a search party and had her narrowed down to a block. they all seperated and closed in on the dog. they didn't have walkie talkies or a damn thing. they caught her finally. i remember feeling funny about if i should give them money or not. is it legal to give hookers money? or would a cop believe the story behind the money transaction? any ways the irony is she also escaped when i was in atlanta once and someone called the pound. i was gone for the day and the locals told me they had a blast watching animal control trying to catch her. there was a whole team that failed to put three into captivity. oh well just a memory. three is still alive and kicking it and sends her love to sf.
for those of you who don't have it. the hickey/fuckface split up on ebay right now. check it out:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4001861447&category=45550&sspagename=STRK%3AMESSE%3AIT&rd=1
i just remembered a funny time with HICKEY and FYP. [for historical purposes it was the same night HICKEY signed the agreement with Recess to put out the HICKEY/VGS split (which Recess ended up backing out of)]. anyway, the funny thing was the Mad Lib i found magnetted to my fridge the next morning where one of the adj/noun/verb/noun/etc strands was "stretchmark dance of the facial cumbath." it was either matty or aesop's handwriting. it was also the same night aesop barged his way into the frat parties next door claiming, "i'm greek - my name's aesop!"
i'm listening to the new bananas cd.
drinking beer.
hoping to see the fleshies @ gilman next month.
found some fuckboys vinyl in stockton the other day.
hey guys, I'm listening to Hickey right now so I thought I'd drop a line here. how is everybody?
how about the muscle bitches from the death to false metal comp with hickey. i love listening to their version of balls to the wall. wish i knew where to get more of their stuff.
HOW'S THIS?
ANY ONE KNO' OF ANY BANDS THAT WE ALL MIGHT LIKE?
pretty easy to bitch. contribute then, why don't you? 😛
this website had some potential but it is totally lacking. i think you's guys need to add some more shit. more pictures, more videos, more songs, all that shit.
does anyone know why the spam page isn;'t working? i'd not be surprised if it had something to do with them not paying their bill, but i can't find links to them that work anywhere.
I just found out about this today. I owe my first hangover to Matt. I still remeber the night well. His parents were away trying to relocate so he did what any high school boy would do and threw a party. I remeber drinking whatever beer was on the keg along with pepermint shnapps that Chris E. got with his brothers ID. I remeber dancing to Husker Du (well not too sure about that) and late night with the Who's Quadraphenia.
I was suspended from high school with him Well not really with him because I was a senoir and everybody else who was at the Christmas talent show was a junoir. I had a different vice-principal I had to go to all by my self!
I spent many years trying to find out about what he was up to. I talked to him a few times after he moved when a freind got me a code to call long distance for free (looking back I don't think my parents whould have cared). Stew can attest that the handful of times I've seen him over the course of the last 20 years, I've always asked about Matt. I have really mixed feelings about this. It's really depressing. I've seen heroin fuck some people up (and I mean that in a bad way), and it pisses me off. I'm glad however, that Matt did accomplish something. I knew he had it in him.
I know this probably sounds stupid, and this laptop keyboard sucks, and I'm too lazy to go back and fix my typos. But the bottom line is: of all the friends I've lost touch with, I've wondered about Matty the most. I regret that I'll never get the opportunity to catch up with him.
Tom
HAPPY NEW YEAR MOTHERFUCKERS!
i contributed a clip (and so much more-astrally) to the various states of...
cd.
you know the part where there's a creepy voice going "i'm going to tell you about a time, not too long ago..."
it's off of a strange tape i found as a teenager in my friends' attic on the commune where i grew up.
the tape said "horsecock" in permanent marker and it is basically a narrative of some anonymous perverts exploits in the oregon countryside with a horse.
matty seemed to enjoy my eclectic tastes in the audio experience.
i didn't know him well, but i know he wasn't big on heights. we climbed a train tower in litle rock years ago.
Leave a comment