Shawn

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  1. I was extremely tired after work a few years back and wandered into a record store. After meandering for a hunk of time Soviet Kitsch caught my eye. Bought the album without hearing it first and spent a great deal of time obsessing over it. Ended up going to San Francisco and NYC for the first time and became an overtly dramatic fan.

    Now Regina is filed under my many musical inspirations.

    I've been out of touch with the Stixs and venture by every-so-often to gasp in wonder at all the new lovely handles.

    later days peeps,

    Shawn


  2. Elusive Shawn here,

    This last December after spending some time in New York I was ready to move there permanently from Las Vegas. Several days before I was to leave my dad's cancer became terminal. I spent the next few months reading tons of books and taking care of my father. He passed away christmas day and I spent the next few months sorting out what I was going to do.

    After dealing with the fact my savings was gone for moving to NYC I decided to change my plans.

    1. My girlfriend and I would buy non refundable tickets to Dublin, Ireland for January 2007.

    2. Focus completely on music and use our honed skills to support ourselves as we travel the world.

    3. Work countless hours to have enough money in reserve.

    This left me no internet time. Only some slight myspace time. Sorry for the lack of Shawn. Hope this mini summary of events and plans suffice.

    Maybe I'll see some of you in my travels.

    Take care, peace out, word to ya homies, and....

    later days,

    Shawn


  3. Well, I don't know why everyone has become so... the only word I can find is mean. Perhaps this is not what was meant, but in text without a smiling face or nudging elbow it's hard to take it any other way. I could go further into a high and mighty post of my own.... I just don't have enough of a feeling that someone I don't know and have never met owes me an explanation.

    Geogaddi - You don't owe anybody an explanation. And if this is all a form of fan fiction I don't mind. No need to prove yourself. Your style of writing is enjoyment enough for me.

    later days,

    Shawn


  4. quote:
    Originally posted by srg:

    quote:
    Originally posted by Steve B:

    And next time she may use less vulgar words to express her musical individualism to her fans.

    Fuck you and your condescending tone.

    SRG- I just love how you can sum up a good response to a negative tone in one short phrase. I personally cannot see how people who join a fan forum can be so critical and down right mean in regards to the artist they're a "respectful fan" of.

    Thanks again SRG..... and thanks again for helping me out at the Irving show!

    later days,

    Shawn


  5. You lose stable internet access for several months and bam!!! This forum has really changed. Not really, I just like to appear as though I have some seniority and have viewed an era's run.

    The tracks I think show what was being played in her head when she was playing them at shows. Fidelity changed from perfomance to performance. Last time I heard a live version I thought perhaps she was thinking strings and mucho plucking of them. Not entirely what I imagined, but loveable none the less.

    It's good to see so many critical lashing outs. People are pssionate and this is somewhat of a change. Not a big one for me. I too got used to her live performance and bootlegs. Going back to the albums they seem like from another universe. Our protective brumstixs peeps will get used to it.

    I'm looking foreward to hearing the rest of the album. Finally getting a chance to see what was playing along in her noggin while she was working them out through shows will be nice.

    later days,

    Shawn


  6. Kicked in the nuts JohnnyC? Well, whatever floats your boat I suppose. I like being proactive. I understand it is now a form of acne treatment being endorsed by the likes of blah blah blah...

    I went to San Francisco and then New York to see her. Admittedly the New York one occurred while apartment hunting.

    If it's a financial issue get a credit card and do it like ripping off a bandage. Enter your credit card information and hit click before the consequences have a chance to fill your mind.

    Later days,

    Shawn


  7. Sorry for the belated shout out. My dishwasher blew up and I spent Regina's birthday running around.

    So.... Happy Birthday. Now begins the 4 months period of time when you are 3 years older than me. I like 26, although it is divisible by 13. 13 has always been pretty lucky for me though. My 22nd year was a bit better.... that may be as a result of it being divisible my 11.

    Not much I can do further in the wit department since the septic smell from the blown up dishwasher is making me loopy. (lets all pretend I was capable of posting a very profound and prolific statement in regards to Regina's birthday)

    Later days,

    Shawn


  8. I've chatted with several posters who ended up leaving me with threads that now portray me as a madman speaking to myself. Once I post something I keep it up no matter what. Even if it now appears to be just me posting on a thread by my lonesome.

    Later days,

    Shawn


  9. Sorry JohnnyC, but this Shawn must remain a free spirit. Anyways I proudly type my signature each time and take delite in it. Also I've used the adjusted handle before.

    I did a google search for "Later days, Shawn" and found my internet trail. I need to be more cautious. Smiler

    Later days peeps and peepettes,

    Shawn


  10. I smile... I smile widely. If this forum were for me I would either be mortified or laugh at all that we say with many grains of Kosher salt.

    Still smiling. (my ears are currently filled with the lovely sounds of Yann Tiersen... I feel cozy in my earmuff headphones)

    Later days and eerie proclamations of love,

    Shawn


  11. I wish my eye was capable of keeping things away from a cinematic look. Doing so brings disappointment.

    I haven't worked on a film since two days after my father died. I could work... there are a thousand stories bustling through my head. I just don't have the energy, the need to do so. I could lay this all upon his passing, but I can't. Just before he passed I left my desk job. This job was always placed in my mind as the thing that was keeping me from doing what I really wanted. It was what was keeping me from letting loose all this contained energy. My last day there was 3 days before Christmas.

    Had one commitment as a DP and an excuse of having to arrange for announcements and meetings with lawyers. That's all behind me and what is there? There's no excitement for what could be next. All I want to do is practice the fine art of insomnia and form a duo with a sad accordion player.

    That feeling of destiny feels far behind. I've been the soggy shoulder for all my friends. Even with my family this is true. I routinely listen to the woes of them and I have no outlet of my own. I love this medium, but it saddens me that with family and friends abound this is the only way I can let it out.

    It has been nearly 2 months since I've listened to one of Regina's songs. It's been 2 weeks since my mornings first thought wasn't of a music filled future or the chance to see her again. To be clichéd I feel dead. Fun can be had to some extent.... but in the middle I just remember where I'm at and where I want to be. The need to be there still inhabits me... there's only a shred left of my drive to get there.

    My family every-so-often states I should continue on and then they follow moments later with some guilt ridden statement. "You don’t have to stay here..... well what are we supposed to do when your not here?". They're kind hearted, they just don't ever see what they are doing.

    Perhaps by this time next year I'll be somewhere new. This is what plays in my mind before the vision of myself on the same old bed appears.

    I love writing (especially without a deadline). With all I write you can never really tell what's going on in there. Just this little moment of sadness that will pass shortly once I rub myself up in Vicks and crank up the humidifier. My second bout of sickness since the turn of the new year. (January 1st) First chicken pox and currently strep throat.

    Just need to shake a feeling that this 23 year old grown man can be saved without his own effort.

    Good night from Las Vegas; my hometown, my little self imposed prison, and my future past.

    Later times,

    Shawn


  12. Didn't realize I was in a battle for the most posts Mr. Stwongbad85.

    FORUM ADMINISTATOR PERSON: Please let us have access to Private Messenging again. That would keep my posting number down. Smiler

    Later Days,

    Shawn (who refuses to even glance at his posting count)


  13. I don't think homeland security will grab you, but since I'm now connected to you (and they're most likely monitoring this board) they'll probably nab me soon. My next post may be from a cell in an undeground facility. It will be hard to get that post out there since I'll have to bribe the guards. It'll happen though!

    Later days (hopefully)

    Shawn (who voted for the other two guys)