stoned and brushing my teeth at 4am. do i really look like this??

east village, nyc. belcourt cafe on 2nd ave and 4th street, having $5 belcourt cocktails and the special of 1/2 a dozen oysters for $10. it was around 7pm and the weather was crisp and the streets were alive with the first baby steps of summer. with not a raindrop or cloud in the sky, i sat there with my sister and blogger friend from sf, enjoying the weather and each other's company. then i got a text from my friend jess that michael jackson had died.

so, where were you when you found out?

all of lee moon sae's (이문세) albums, especially his early ones, are pure korean classics.

sometimes i wish i was born during this time period, listening to the vinyls as a youth as i obsess over each song like an awkward teenage girl---pressing the album sleeve to my chest as i stare at the ceiling and concentrate on the lyrics. i've slowly been moving back in time in regards to korean music i've been listening to lately. i've pretty much mastered all the 90's stuff and now i've been getting into the folk/pop korean music from the 80's and early 90's.

music in general nowadays is okay, but the experience just isn't the same. there doesn't seem to be much sincerity left in it, which i guess is okay if you're drunk and dancing at a party or you're competing on some lame ass reality show on tv.

the following are the current lee moon sae (이문세) albums i'm obsessing over. they're from '85, '87 and '88. i would love to dedicate a drunken night of karaoke to only lee moon sae songs, that would be awesome. so, any takers?

this past weekend in nyc was finally sunny and beautiful. i was dog-sitting again so i thought it'd be fun to go the park in dumbo. it felt nice to get some rays and enjoy the summer weather. woo-fucking-hoo.

i think i need a good sob session. i'm talking about that deep, physical, painful cry that's filled with hurt and sincerity.

i feel so pent up but i can't seem to let anything out. i don't know what to do.