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[profile - indie] [Monday December 31st, 2012 at 12:57am] Start a band, throw a brick You lazy hipsters make me sick Don't clap your hands Don't start to dance ( Don't let them know that you're a fan. ) 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[profile - emo] [Monday December 31st, 2012 at 12:56am] I for one can see no blood From their hearts Or the wrists you allegedly slit And I for one won't stand for this If this scene were a parish ( You'd all be condemned. ) 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 53] [Tuesday October 19th, 2010 at 7:51pm] My boyfriend has absolutely no sense of humor at all, especially not when it comes to reality television. But it's okay, it was pretty dumb anyway and I'd rather spend those two hours doing something a lot more productive than laying in bed watching fashion designers be dramatic. To point, I think he was happy that there was no Glee tonight either. Next week, though... I might have to ask him to spend an hour in the basement because I'm not sure we're at the stage in our relationship where I'm quite ready for him to see my reaction to Rocky Horror Picture Show. I've also discovered just how nice it is to have a recording studio in your home. If I get an idea in the middle of the night, I can run into the basement in my underwear and record it before I lose the inspiration. I have stacks and stacks of new material once we find a drummer and a bassist. I think having the stills in the next room and the roses visible from the basement window give it a little something extra too. It's like being surrounded by everything that's making the music what it is right now. This being happy thing... it's strange. It's still intense and, at times, overwhelming to the point where I want to lock myself in a dark, quite room for a few hours just to find my center again, but at least we don't have locks on the knife drawers anymore. At least not ones that aren't babyproofing locks. I think it'll be nice to have the girls here - and I'm sure my twin and her husband will be glad to get their home back - but I think Johnny's still not too sure what to do with a baby around. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 48] [Sunday October 10th, 2010 at 2:17am] So Moe Tucker endorses the Tea Party. A member of the most naturally subversive band endorses a... naturally subversive political party. WHOA SHOCKER. Wouldn't endorsing the liberal left be, I don't know, sheep mentality? Isn't it more rebellious to do something completely different than what everyone thinks you should be doing? To be completely honest, I don't give a fuck about politics, but I'm going to hand it to Moe for being... y'know, an actual fucking rebel. 14 comments | reply | edit | memory

[Saturday October 2nd, 2010 at 12:36am] The change is subtle, so subtle that most people don't even notice until it's already happened. Emo knows why it's happened and so does his twin, and that's all that matters to either of them. It's been a long time since Indie was female, since she's started to feel female instead of just looking that way. Father or not, their daughter's pregnancy was bringing out Indie's maternal instincts and cementing her further in her form. Moments of stress snapped her back to the old familiar, but she was becoming what she was. Their proximity for the last two months has had its effect on both of them. They've slipped close to the identical a time or two and and are always lingering in that strange half-place where the only way people can tell the difference is by the modifications they've inflicted on themselves. As Emo pulls back in preparation to leave the city, unhooks his leech's jaws from his twin, some of the changes remain. And they'll stay that way. His agent will be shocked, but he knows everything and needs only to have one phrase - 'It's a twin thing' - uttered at him before he stops his line of questioning. Others will notice as well, but the press is easy to please. They'll speculate he had work done, he'll confirm it. He'll say he had his nose and chin done, some old scars buffed out and a few tattoos removed. They'll say he looks younger. He'll confess that his absence from the media spotlight was because he relapsed over the summer and was in outpatient treatment in New York; the smoothness of his skin and brightness in his eyes is because he's clean again. They'll notice he's lost weight. He'll say he's just taking better care of himself and not to worry. He'll say that he finally decided to grow his hair out again as well, like that explains away everything. They'll be satisfied with these explanations because he makes them satisfied and everyone will go on about their merry way. He's self-conscious, though. He looks his age, now, instead of on the verge of being a strung-out old rockstar. He's smaller than he was before and thinner. His eyes are wider and more blue, his lips aren't as thin as they were. He's worried that someone - a very specific someone - won't like the change. But it's too late to go back. When Emo steps out of the shower on Saturday morning, the change is complete and set in stone. This is about what he looked like the first time he came out of rehab, he thinks, and all this new in the air makes him feel energized again. But he still worries, even as he tugs on a t-shirt and wanders sheepishly towards the kitchen with his head hung and his eyes averted, hoping that one person, at least, doesn't notice. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[Wednesday September 29th, 2010 at 8:51pm] Evan and I along with Johnny and Jackie have the pleasure of announcing our first granddau our daughters first child - Cherie Isabella Elizabeth Rose - who was born at 9:37 PM on September 29th. She weighs 7.25 lbs and is just over 50 cm long. And she is perfect. The baby is doing wonderfully and she sure has a pair of lungs on her. Twila went through about ten different combination of names before she finally settled on one, but we're all very happy with the one she's chosen. ( Private to Family + Mordred ) 14 comments | reply | edit | memory

[Wednesday September 29th, 2010 at 1:43pm] For the last four hours, Indie has been pacing the hospital waiting room anxiously. He can't say why he's a he right now except for the fact that it felt right when he was transitioning in the storeroom of The 33rd Floor. He figures it's because, despite the fact that he's been spending the majority of his time as a female, he's still the father in this situation. Male or female, he's father just like Evan is mom regardless of whether he's male or female at the time. It's backwards and confusing, but they're Music - it doesn't have to be logical. So he gets to join the other three fathers in waiting room while Emo runs back and forth from Twee's room to the waiting room giving updates as needed. He thinks it's slow-going, but the doctors say everything is right on track. It just feels like it's taking forever to progress, maybe, because he's never had to go through this before and he's maybe just a little worried. Blues seems to be standing guard outside the door and Indie finds this comforting, maybe more comforting than Twee finds it inside the room. They watch each other, never quite sure how they're supposed to look at each other when they're both men. Johnny seems, to Indie, to be equal parts confused and concerned. If anyone is more out of their element here than him, Indie would be surprised. Updated come, doctors talk, his worry isn't abated in the slightest. So instead he keeps a running update going so the rest of their family and friends - the ones who haven't flocked to the hospital - can know what's going on. 2:43 PM - We're all here now. Evan is with her, but she says she doesn't want the rest of us in there. When someone figures out where she inherited modesty from, let me know, because I still can't figure it out. Things are going okay according to the doctors; everything according to schedule. I'll keep everyone updated as things progress. 6:40 PM - Still here. Doctors say that things are speeding up, getting close now, but no idea how much longer it'll take. Everyone's doing good so far. 8:21 PM - It's starting. This post will be updated in real time according to whatever news Indie sees fit to post, until the final post his made later tonight. 4 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 47] [Thursday September 23rd, 2010 at 9:17am] It would be shameful of me to allow my dearest darling grand-thing to give his crash-course on arguing like a hipster without, at least, coming up with my own anecdote or how-to in order to continue the education of the world in our vastly superior methods of doing everything - including hooking up. Luckily for me, I'd be fucked if I ever had a single original idea, so I feel absolutely no guilt about waiting until the proper example of hipster love lands in my lap and then stealing it. That's what we do best, isn't it? Rehashing (or not so much) ideas that perfectly brilliant people had for us? Why do all that pesky thinking when you can just steal an idea from someone else and take credit for it. Hell, why do you think we like vintage stuff so much? It's already been used. Alas, with that grand introduction, I give you... ( The Battlefield of Hipster Love ) 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 46] [Wednesday September 15th, 2010 at 9:19am] Fuck yeah! I have another unicorn to add to the very small collection currently taking up residence in the camper. I demand a unicorn from all of my siblings and aunts and uncles and everyone else who loves me! Also, I plan on spending all day behind the counter at the store building my castle. Mordred, darling dearest - you're going to help me. I don't pay you to stand around and look surly. Okay, I do, but that's not the point. It'll be a nice break from the fact that some of the people who come into my store are complete fucking morons. Here's the scene: We just opened, I was hanging out in the middle of the store drinking my coffee and catching up on my email, when some idiot makes the comment "What the fuck is this playing?" Well, my dear hipster scum, it's Johnny B. Goode. So we had to have a little pow-wow, this boy and I, so I could discuss with him exactly what Rock & Roll is. Educate him, as it were. Beat it into him with my shoes. I don't think the little creep knew quite what a pretentious music elitist looked like until one started talking blues guitarists at him. By god, because of this, I'm playing vinyls all day and if one more little punk complains about it, I'm putting out a memo. But it's ok, because I have a unicorn. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 52] [Friday September 10th, 2010 at 7:46pm] I'm never leaving the apartment again. I've decided that, when I do, bad thing happen. I was really trying hard not to be the focus of attention today - namely because the focus of attention was a hundred times more important than me. But I guess that people were saying I technically organized the concert like I have some in with FBR (I do, but they don't know that for a fact), so somewhere under all of the other activities for Trevor Project Day, someone heard my name attached to something and decided to hunt me down. And corner me. And ask me if I'd be willing to give an interview. Now? No, not now. Go through my people and do all the paperwork and we'll schedule a proper sit-down. Maybe. I still have the opportunity to call my agent and tell him that I'm not actually interested in doing it. Back and forth. Sure, I can support events like the Trevor Project and all your parades and events and holidays... But there's something different about opening my personal life to the press. I've never liked doing it. I don't want to do it. People say you owe it to the public by being a celebrity, but that's bullshit. I'm allowed a private life. Maybe I'm just a little nervous about what they'll ask. This isn't like the Rolling Stone interview where I knew they wouldn't ask me anything I've never been asked before or pry too hard into places they shouldn't be prying into. This, though? I don't know, I feel they're getting at something... angling for controversy. I can give them what they want, but I'll dig a hole for myself in the process, most likely. Still... There's a very large part of me that just wants to gush about him to anyone who'll listen and I do spend an awful lot of time biting my tongue. I honestly don't know what to do. 10 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 51] [Tuesday September 7th, 2010 at 11:20am] It's National Suicide Prevention Week, coinciding with World Suicide Prevention Day on the 10th. In addition to the events going on across the country this week, and particularly on Saturday, New York governor Paterson has declared the 10th to be Trevor Project Day for the second year in the row. It felt insincere to do anything with this last year, considering the ridiculous mess I was in and knowing that I could only bring disaster to anything I tried to touch. September is still an utter disaster for me, and has been for two years now. Two weeks. Somehow I always remember on the 7th - that same cold, clammy, crawling feeling up my spine always wakes me up on the 7th and I remember that somewhere along the line I lost control. But remembering this year just makes me want to throw myself more into this week. Fight harder. It's been a solid year with only one notable failing and that's got to be a record for me or something. Maybe this year I can be of some use. Between weddings and half the staff at the record label being at Burning Man last week, the thought of planning anything has been in and of itself entirely futile. But we've put organized events with much less time than three days. Half of Fueled by Ramen is affiliated with To Write Love on Her Arms, so I'm relatively certain that I only have to pull one very short string to get it done. I can't not do anything. With everything that's happened in the last year - falling in love, coming out, being a completely unforgivable idiot and watching life suddenly come back together... I feel more grateful than I ever have. If there's proof that there's light somewhere in the dark... here it is. I'd like to see more people getting involved with this. Or at least acknowledging it. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 45] [Wednesday August 25th, 2010 at 9:13pm] You better all be a happy fucking family by Sunday, because I'm not having a third of the guest list for my wedding sniping and bickering at each other through the whole thing just because someone is a huge asshole. Excuse me, having a Bridezilla moment. 8 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 50] [Saturday August 21st, 2010 at 11:07am] The print ads I shot for the spring collection at Izzy's store got sent to me this morning. By now, I'm glad that the developer knows what treatments to do to the shots to get the same, uniform look with all of them. Being able to delegate a few things here and there takes a load off my shoulders and gives me more time to concentrate on much more interesting ventures than my sister's career in fashion. And with everything going on right now, I definitely do not need to worry about whether or not Izz is going to pitch a fit over her pictures not looking right. The lookbook pictures won't be in until the first of next month, but this is what we shot ( last weekend ) And I'm apparently supposed to mention that at one point the camera got turned around on me and apparently I have now been sucked into Izzy's ridiculous fashion scheme by means of ( embarrassing photographs ) 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 44] [Friday August 20th, 2010 at 1:49pm] A little over a week until the wedding. To be perfectly honest, I don't know what everyone else is doing right now - but I know that the wedding party will be clothed and everyone will be fed. Who's shocked that I haven't turned into a bridezilla yet? Jazz found a venue to have the wedding and the reception and oh goodness it has a bar (you can thank me later) and the wedding dress and bridesmaid's dress are hanging up in the spare room right now. We have flowers, we might have music and who the fuck knows if we have someone to officiate yet. We got married on a whim by Elvis last time, I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't really need a super huge elaborate wedding and, you know, we're doing this for the rest of the family anyhow. I'm going blonde for the ceremony, though. In non-wedding news... Sex Pistols perfume. Hints of lemon and black pepper. I may have contacted the distributer and begged to sell it in the store. Wouldn't you know it, but the the first shipment will be in Monday. Spectacular! 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 43] [Thursday August 12th, 2010 at 3:16pm] It's been brought to my attention that apparently I have to buy a wedding dress now. So I looked through what I can get through my contacts at the store and this is what we've come up with. There are a few options here and I'd like for some people to weigh in on what they think about them. And before anyone says it (I'm looking at you, Em)... No, I'm not wearing white. Anything that is white in the example I will be dying light champagne pink. ( Blues, if you have any lingering superstitions about seeing the dress, I wouldn't click on this. ) I'll put up the options for my very pregnant daughter's bridesmaid's dress after we decide on the bridal dress and I narrow down the options. 6 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 49] [Thursday August 12th, 2010 at 11:14am] Okay, this is just going to be a real quick change, but after a weekend plus of boy-time, apparently my twin and I need girl-time now. This is why we should never go a whole month without seeing each other because apparently our separation anxiety is not circumvented by her being married and my having a gorgeous boyfriend who keeps me thoroughly distracted all the time. I guess that's what happened when you literally spliced off someone's side. But it's okay because Johnny is hanging out with his dad tonight. So I'm going to help Izz with inventory at the store tonight which will, no doubt, involve tons of old vinyls and enough Starbucks to kill a mortal. And I will convince my sister, before the end of the night, that whiskey is her friend. Or at least this is my aim. And I might be crashing on her couch because for some reason my previously heterosexual boyfriend refuses to sleep in the same bed with me while I have boobs. Something about being a gentleman? Oh well, you'll have that. 6 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 48] [Tuesday August 10th, 2010 at 6:32am] A year. Holy fuck. I wonder what he'd say if I just took off for Memphis and with the shambles of my band in a fit of angst this weekend and let him randomly find me again. For tradition. Then again, the tradition of drunken making-out is a much better one and I think we'll do that instead. Twin, you and my brother-in-law need to evacuate your apartment tonight. I got you a room at some damnably expensive hotel. But really... Anniversary sex needs to be had in the room where it all started and it would be weird if the two of you were in the next room over. Thanks. ( Left for Johnny ) 6 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 47] [Thursday July 29th, 2010 at 8:04am] [Locked from Johnny] Eighteen days. I have absolutely no fucking idea whatsoever what I'm going to do. [/] It's so fucking hot in New Orleans that not even the dogs will go outside when the sun is up. There's something just unnatural about it being 90 degrees at 9 AM. It isn't much better in Atlanta and it isn't much better in Memphis (of course, there's not a heat index of 105 in either Atlanta or Memphis and at least a bit further north there's a good chance for rain) but I suppose we might as well just stay here and finish up the last of the work on the new house. I've also been informed that I'm in no way, shape or form allowed to drive to Austin this weekend. You'd think the catchphrase of ...come down and support the long-standing, though somewhat ambiguous, history of drunkenness and/or debauchery would entice my ever-drunk boyfriend into coming and seeing my first venue but apparently my skills of coercion aren't quite what they used to be. Apparently, I'm just going to have to step up my game. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 42] [Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 7:15pm] Joy of joys, my birthplace is rioting again. At this point, I should just roll my eyes and go on with my life except that both of my bodyguards have decided they need to go home to "protect their families". Yeah, I know what that's code-word for... Molotov the Catholics. Belfast, I'd tell you to go die in a fire, but it appears as though you're doing a good enough job of that on your own right now. I need new temporary bodyguards. 6 comments | reply | edit | memory

[Friday July 9th, 2010 at 2:17am] On Friday morning, Indie is out of bed before Blues, as usual. She's already taken the day off work (which she probably shouldn't have, but she had a good excuse) and she has a lot of things to get taken care of, quick, before her husband got out of bed. Sometime that morning, the friend she'd left Blues' birthday gift in the care of had brought it over and she had just a few other things to take care of before it would be okay for him to find it. After getting dressed quickly, she picks a piece of paper from her desk and grabs a pen, scribbling out a short note: Ran out to get breakfast. I'll try to be home before you wake up, but if I'm not... Happy Birthday!! I love you! P.S. Flip this over, then go outside. Taped to the back of the paper is a rather old-looking key. Indie leaves the paper and the key on the nightstand next to the bed and hurries out to make her way down to the store. When Blues eventually wakes up and makes his way outside as instructed. He'll find ( this ) 2 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 41 // emo | 46] [Sunday July 4th, 2010 at 7:29pm] ( Happy 4th of July, from Izzy and Emma! ) 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 45] [Friday June 18th, 2010 at 11:13pm] A year ago on Wednesday was the first time Johnny and I sat down to have dinner together. I honestly believe that neither one of us had any intention of things getting to the point that we are at now. But that's just the way things happen sometimes, isn't it? In the last year I've fallen in love, had my first-born come home, thought I was going to lose the only person I've ever loved, come out of that unscathed, come out to the public and married off my sister (to my uncle, but really that's not all that shocking, considering). Not to mention the upheavals in business, bands and side-projects. Which, while I'm on the topic, the studio in the basement has been taken out to make more room for the brewery which is going amazingly and the venue downtown is finished and should be open by August. There's never a dull moment when you never stop working. I just can't believe everything that has happened in the last year and different a place I'm in now than I was in then - bitter and hateful and feeling like there was almost no point in it anymore. And now I can feel all the new in the music and how there are these influences that I would never have thought to put in there before. It been a good year. It's been rough at times, but we'd never know happiness if we didn't know misery as well. Johnny and I will be back in the city tomorrow night so he can see his father and I can... pretend I don't feel like crap about the fact that I won't be seeing my father. Oh well. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 41] [Wednesday June 2nd, 2010 at 10:44pm] I have finally secured my husband's birthday present. Now I just need some place to hide it for a month. It's just a little too big to stash in the safe-deposit box and I think I'd actually murder someone if anything happened to it. I'm also looking to hire a few more people at the store, so if anyone is looking for a summer job I have more than enough positions to fill. 0 comments | reply | edit | memory

[emo | 44] [Saturday May 29th, 2010 at 8:05pm] [Private] Fired all the techs and half the producers last month and brought in a team from England. Upside: If I don't leave for long enough stretches, I forget where I am. Downside: Accent is rearing its ugly head. Fuck. I wonder how long I can just... not leave the studio at all. Especially now that I can't use my sister's absence as an excuse anymore. I hate this city. I hate being this far north. [Private to Johnny] This blows. Let's go home. 6 comments | reply | edit | memory

[indie | 40] [Wednesday May 26th, 2010 at 11:55pm] We've finally started making our way back to New York. It shouldn't be a very long trip, considering we've already seen everything we want to see and been everywhere we want to be. As nice as it is to wander, with nothing more than a set of wheels and your guitars, there really is no place like home. And now we get to make it our home instead of just a place where we're cohabitating. I've never been a sentimental sort, but it does feel good knowing that we're going home to that. Only problem I see with the city is that you guys are too damn quiet! Am I going to have to come back just so Jackie and I can stir up trouble and get you guys moving again? I'll start with this... Who wants to go out for drinks when we get back? I'm buying! 17 comments | reply | edit | memory

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