It’s the Notorious J.J.

I just rediscovered this site, and it’s definitely worth a post. My friends Peter Kuhn and JJ DelSerra have both had their hands in making music. They were more into it a couple years ago, which is when Peter made this site featuring their work.

http://music.repins.net/

Peter is into electronic music and sampling, while JJ has his guitar. There is also stuff on there featuring other friends of theirs, including myself. Their solo work is really cool, but here are some things of awesome as far as their collaborations go.

This is what unused Al Gore tickets look like. Wait..these tickets aren’t anywhere near each other! The jerk!

It never happens in the same way. Sometimes there’s a narrative, sometimes I just have it. The most recent event started with my other bad sleeping habit. When I wake up suddenly, my mind doesn’t start recording what I do into memory. This has led to problems.

Mom: Wake up!
Me: Nuh! What?
Mom: There is this very important thing that you have to do today. You must do it!
Me: I so promise!
[Six hours later…]
Me: Fuck!

I was cleaning my room the other day and I found a little green spiral notebook by my bed. I had bought a green notebook ‘cause I was stealing from and reversing Malcom X’s red notebook fetish. Made sense at the time. I flipped it open and in red pencil I saw that I had scratched down a dream I had.

In the dream, there was this problem in the world where people were vanishing for no reason. I saw it on the local news. People in North Africa and the Middle East were just disappearing without a trace, and what was worse, this phenomenon was starting to spread up into Eastern Europe.

I wasn’t too worried, because it was so far away. I remember it being only a small part of the dream at that point. I just went about my day, running errands and going to class. Eventually the vanishing had spread into Western Europe and Asia, and the government said in the newspapers that they didn’t know what to do.

This is where the dream changed a bit. People started doing preapocalypse stuff out in the streets. Running around, screaming, being naked, and the like. I will admit. I am highly disappointed in my ability to be a hedonist. In my notebook I wrote something about “indulging in life to its fullest”, but I honestly think this was referencing me eating a six pack of sugar free Jello pudding cups. Lame-o tame-o!

I didn’t even do one lousy drug orgy. Not even a little one.

When the vanishing came into the city, I went downtown to see it (BoDo hur hur). What I saw was a giant wall of nothingness. It wasn’t a bright light and it wasn’t darkness, either. It looked more like a wall of flesh tones. Anyway, it started moving in and sucking things up into the air where they would fade out of sight. I kept strolling away from the wall, and it kept moving slowly along behind me, until eventually I came to another wall coming at me from the other direction. I was trapped in.

So this was it. I was going to die. In the streets there was an old hippie woman calling the rest of the few people on Earth and asking them to join hands. I joined in and she said a small prayer as the vanishing came upon us.

I started to lift up into the air. Up until this moment I had believed that somehow humanity would survive, that somehow I myself wasn’t going to die. I couldn’t die, but there I was. My senses dulled. I couldn’t feel my body, and everything in front of my eyes turned into those flesh tones. I thought back over my entire life. It had been good. I marveled at the strange beauty and complexity of life. How much time was wasted worrying over things that didn’t matter. I actually understood what life was all about, now that I was moments from death. I let out a scream. This scream was half fear, and half jubilation. No sound came out. I didn’t have lungs, and very quickly the last of my senses faded away, and I became nothing…

…

…For about a solid minute everything in my mind was quiet. Then my body came back. Darkness came into view. I wasn’t dead. I was drooling, though. I was back in my bed.

All the information and understanding I had gained, all of the alpha and omega, all of absolutely everything, gone. Now that I was alive and awake again my mind quickly erased over everything I had learned. I got up. I stumbled over to the light switch. I found a notebook and a pencil, and wrote down everything I remembered from the dream. Then stumbled back into bed and forgot about the incident entirely.

Wamp, wamp, everybody. Here’s more stuff that I didn’t make:

Matt Silvestri goes to Holy Cross. Matt Silvestri is a very funny man. Improv, stand-up comedy, acting. He does the whole gambit. Also, he made these two really cool videos. Check em out.

All-4-One’s "I Swear" (Remake)

Do you wanna see a bunch of shirtless guys sing mid-90’s R&B? Well then…!

The Boy Who Could Not Wink

Finding love is hard. Especially when you got circumstances.

 
Rob in this picture is a cowboy hat and an Abercrombie & Fitch shotgun away from looking like every American writer ever.

Well one purpose of this site is to share/hype/whore the work of myself and my friends. Here goes:

Rob Parry, *ahem*, excuse me, Robert John Parry IV is a friend of mine (1). He is a studying playwright in NYC at Fordum University, and let me tell you, he is a badass. His plays are so hot that they require some form of Funk Master Flex impersonator to scream over them.

So he’s got a new one coming out soon. This next one is about Julius Cesear. Should be rad. I’ll be here to post it once it’s all finished and copywrited. Until then you can catch up on his past works.

Allie - "A tragedy about sex, obsession, and imaginary friends." 2005

Leashed - "A love story about addiction and free will." 2006

Fork - "A story about chess, choices, and change." 2006

Notes: 

(1) For the full effect, copy this sentence into your word processor and give it a really loopy caligraphied font. (2)

(2) If you actually do this, than you are officially an ass. 

Hi. Welcome. Here is my website. Maybe it will be fun?