unfinished

maybe one day you'll get a chance to leave this town
i left the key under the mat
on the floor is a note and an ashtray full of butts
empty beer bottles with a little swill

maybe it was just another night were i was high and you were hurt
some old country song by someone who died in a hotel is on
or maybe it was a caddilac?
they all sound the same to me
even if it is more true than the sound of my voice

sundays are left for the ones who truly feel sorry for what theyve done
beds dont feel the same to me
the floor fits my head just fine

without a thought of humanity at all

were has the world gone?
open your eyes and see
it wont be long
it wont be long
count your blessing against the wind
and kiss your love goodbye

markets are dropping
could you blame everyone diffrently
humanity will eventually hang itself
on its own self righteousness
i dont know were im going with this poem
maybe its not even a poem at all
maybe its a cry for help
help from myself
or help for humanity
because the way things i see it
there is no thought
of humanity at all

the allman brothers band, widespread panic charlotte 10-3-09 review

well were do i start with this show, other than simply amazing. the lineup for this show was one of my dreams. the only thing i would change about this show was the fact that gregg was on guitar all night with someone else on organ and warren haynes wasnt even there, but they so mad up for it with jimmy herring on guitar. the back and forth between jimmy and derek was magical. the encore was one way out which made the first set end with such power and the allmans were on key all night even without a key member. but the best was yet to come with widespread panic closing the show. they opened up thier set with the powerful little kin. half way through the set they hit my soul right between the eyes with a rousing rendition of suprise valley.

this show was one for the record books. and the allmans and panic damn well made sure of that.

pygmy lush- live at the monolith

nostalgia

these are songs that remind me of high school. that old familiar smell of the hallways, the scent of that morning shower, standing in the cold waiting to go inside. god this brings me back

say it like a condemned man

fleet foxes-blue ridge mountains

this song particularly hits home to me, because it is about the very mountains that i live at the base of. the melodys are so haunting and beautiful

nels andrews-dollar and the dream(i hope you guys like this one, because i sure do)

alberta cross

Who: Alberta Cross, a quintet of stoner rock revivalists from Brooklyn-via-London-via-Sweden who became one of the summer’s must-see new bands thanks to appearances at Coachella and Bonnaroo.

Sounds Like: Nineties-style shoegaze guitar dissonance fused with the laid-back hippie folk rock of 1970’s Los Angeles. It’s all topped off with the high-lonesome vocals of lead singer Petter Ericson Stakee, a Swedish import whose voice recalls Neil Young and Jim James. Their full-length debut Broken Side of Time features wind tunnels of bent guitar riffs, distort power chords and the haunting melodies of rural American music.

Vital Stats:

• Before recording their new album, the five members of Alberta Cross holed up at Haunted Hollow studio owned by Dave Matthews — the band is signed to Matthews’ ATO label — outside Charlottesville, Virginia. “We were in the middle of the forest, just drinking wine and smoking weed and jamming for, like, 10 hours a day,” Ericson Stakee tells Rolling Stone. These jam sessions help craft the slow-burner “Rise from the Shadows” and the big-sky rocker “Taking Control.”

• Stakee wrote the acoustic number “Ghost of City Life” about the hipsters that walked around the band’s then-home base of Brooklyn, New York. “You know who I’m talking about—the people you meet in the city, the scenesters and all,” Ericson Stakee said. “I was just sick of the city, tired of all the fake people.”

• After recording their album in Austin, Texas, with Spoon producer Mike McCarthy, the band fell in love with the Lone Star capital and are now contemplating a move there. “Everybody welcomed us with open arms: ‘Come on, let me buy you a drink, there’s a party later,’ ” says bassist Terry Wolfers, who formed the band with Ericson Stakee after the two met in an East London bar. Life in Austin does have its dangers, however: “I OD’d on Mexican food,” Ericson Stakee jokes.


this is a band that i have absolutely fallen in love with, the rock and roll revival has began

gregory alan isakov "3 am"

his lyrics cut into my soul

3 am

Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be
Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me.
It just seems so funny how I always end up here
Walking outside in a storm while looking way up past the treeline
It's been some time

insert a tagline

well i wanted to post a new blog, but i dont know what to talk about. i've been thinking a lot about my childhood lately and wether or not i would do things diffrently. i also feel like my life has become one long trip to the bar. i mean i go out on a pretty often basis but its usually on the weekends. i spend every dime i have on friday nights and sats are usually spent trying to find a random party to go get drunk on someone elses booze, i honestly think its a little pathetic and monotinous, idk why im posting all these discrepencies on here but i mean it helps me realize im not as crazy as i think i am. i guess im overreaching here

random folk compilation,

waitin round to die

baby's black balloon makes her fly

i grew up in a small section of upstate south carolina. i am still here but its very diffrent than when i was a child, i've met and lost so many people in my life and they have all made an impact on me no matter how big or small, i feel very fortunate for it, i was just listening to one of the first album i ever bought, i mean i was a kid so it was very poppy, it was a goo goo dolls record and everytime i listen to it i go back to that time in my life were things were more simple, the songs remind me of riding up and down the road in my mothers car blasting those songs at 3 am, i live on the same road as a small lake, i would ride down the road five mins and open the windows sit on the hood and listen to the radio, thinking about the day that had just passed, the crushes i had, the overall premise of high school just floating around in my head. i honestly never had big ambitions, i feel like i belong here everytime i hear those old songs. it beings me back

daily mixtape 1

volcano

big ole pile o blues

a great depression

rock n roll crush-lisa hannigan

i am in love with your voice, i want to marry you and move to a cottage off in the hills of ireland were we will raise sheep and make music,

im in love with lisa hannigan

i dont know

nostalgia

if there is one feeling i hate more than anything it's thinking about past mistakes
and i could be going anywhere with this particular statement, ex gfs, bombed job interviews, drugs, alchohol, and im not talking about one particular event, im just talking about the whole feeling that comes with nostalgia and how it can go two diffrent ways wether it be good or bad nostaglia, and anything can set it off, a song, a smell. honestly i wish i could pinpoint why these things happen.

Joe Pug-"nobody's man" live Schubas Tavern, Chicago, IL - May 1, 2009.

i like the rawness of his vocals and the band backing him

Bon Iver-blood bank

this is reallt just to showcase the new song, the video credits go to skylyrovka on youtube, sorry about the cut off at the end i didnt make the video but enjoy

ryan adams and gillian welch cover neil young

well if it isnt my favorite male and female musicians preforming together on this fabulous neil young classic "helpless" my favorite sound in the world is the beer bottles being thrown into the trash in the middle of the song

a better version of northbound 35

this one has a steel guitar in it that cuts into my soul like nothing ive ever heard

lord dont let me die in a cheap motel

bottle o whiskey by the bed
what time is it?
i can never tell
lord dont let me die in a cheap motel

jack daniels and broken guitar strings
seems i forgotten how to bleed
what time is it?
i can never tell
lord dont let me die in a cheap motel

ciggarette butts and coffee stains
tryin to find a way to numb that pain
blinds closed
dark as the night
i havnt got the energy to get up and fight
cant sleep
dont eat
what time is it?
i can never tell
lord dont let me die in a cheap motel
copyright kenny lawrence 5-3-09

yet another rock and roll crush

allison mossheart from the kills god what a voice

blind pilot-the story i heard

the floorbirds performing moonshiner

The Floorbirds are an acoustic duo from Minnesota who perform haunting yet beautiful arrangements of traditional American folk songs. Daniel and Alyssa bring to the old songs a new spirit and fervor that is both innovative and contemporary yet comfortably rooted in tradition. Their own song writing fits in seamlessly with their extensive repertoire of murder ballads, blues and hymns. The Floorbirds have an honest sound that has earned them loyal fans worldwide.

hey jameson this one's for you man

here's to a beginning of a great spring
it says on the video title faith of arise but the song is actually called faith to arise, little known fact about terry reid he was approached to be the original singer of led zepplin, but because of touring conflicts he suggested a friend of his named robert plant, this is an absolute gem which you can not buy this album even through import excellent song

i have a heavy soul

it's probably because its a little after five am that im feeling this way, but something has depressed me, yesterday was easter sunday and i went to church for the first time in a long while, this particular church's preacher is a friend of my family's and we went based on request from him. it was a very small and humbling place and the preacher didnt get up and tell you how bad you were and how you were going to hell if you didnt do what he was doing. but after the service the youth minister/music director came up to me and told him god was speaking to him to tell me to stop running from him. i was naturally taken back by this because my mother had told me the same thing a few days earlier. i honestly dont believe that im per say running from god but more im running from the circus that is organized religon. i still have my own faith and i do honestly believe god has blessed me. it just hurts me to listen to all these people tell each other they are better than the other. i've never considered myself a religous man. but i do believe that something is out there watching over us. and if that is the good lord then so be it.

my soul is heavy today.

here's a little gillian welch which makes me feel a hell of a lot better
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone
In them hollarin' pines
Then he made a little whiskey for himself
Said it helped pass the time

Long one evening in back of my house,
Caleb come around
And he called my name 'til I went out
with no one else around

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
but when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name

Where's your husband, Nellie Kane
Where's your darlin gone?
Did he go down off the mountain side
and leave you all alone?

Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green
to do some business there.
Then Caleb threw that bottle down
and grabbed me by my hair.

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
but when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name


He threw me in the needle bed,
across my dress he lay
then he pinned my hands above my head
and I commenced to pray.

I cried My God, I am your child
send your angels down
Then feelin' with my fingertips,
the bottle neck I found

I drew that glass across his neck
as fine as any blade,
and I felt his blood pour fast and hot
around me where I laid.

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
But when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
wear them rattlin' chains.
But when I go to sleep at night,
Don't you call my name

a wanderer came by this morning

i ust recently discovered this group they are calle first aid kit and they are only 18 and 16, tremendous talent and old souls, some of the most beautiful voices i've ever heard

emma

so i had a strange dream last night....


blood shot eyes and smeared makeup
havnt slept for days
dealers at the door
i wont anwser

emma i barely knew you
it had to end somewere
shake the dope out
live through the cold sweat
emma i love you

how i wish i could sleep
when i think about you now

i barely knew you
it had to end somewere
shake out the dope
live through the cold
emma i love you
may you find peace tonight

leave the pain behind
miles from anywere
were you dont feel anything

i didnt feel you wake up
like every morning before

i could go on
but you will always be home to me
copyright kenny lawrence 2009

pearl jam reissue "ten"

i couldnt be more excited, one of the best albums of my childhood is being rereleased for a new generation, no one could touch pearl jam in the 90s and now
a new set of fans can see what all of us saw so long ago

mastodon fly over the sun with new album

mastodon have always been something that we could call original, but with this new album "crack the skye" they have reached new heights, what else can i say other than simply amazing. the concept of the album is a man loses both his arms and legs he then astral projects his spirit and flys too close to the sun and his line burns and sends him off into the universe, he somehow ends up in 1900s russia and along with several other spirits finds about the plot to murder rasputin the mad monk, during a seance held by a russian secret occult group he and the other spirits warn rasputin and enter his body to make him immortal, and so we see were the strangeness that followed rasputin's death came from, my advice is buy this album it is truly epic


oblivion from crack the skye

ther'es a killer on the road

i think i just might need a little lord byron romanticism in my life, maybe that will make things seem less monotinous, maybe not. here i am again searching my soul for all of you to listen.

it seems like this has become a requirment for me. bad prunciation aside thats what editors are for.

im gonna go on a tagent about my favorite subject as of late, the doors. i wanted to ask a question. why did john densmore hate jim morrison so much? i mean was it because he was jelous of jim? maybe we'll never know. five to one is playing on my jukebox at the moment and im diggin the hell out of it. they truly are one of the worlds greatest bands

all the children are insane...waiting for the summer rain

i honestly dont know what to talk about.....but it helps


desperately in need some strangers hand
in a desperate land
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
and all the children are insane

now i know that was the doors. which i am currently listening to. i just wish i could be the free spirit i make myself out to be. i wish i could escape from everyday fears and insecurites. somewhere were the drugs will do what they are supposed to do, what is that you ask? bring about some sort of escape. im one of those people who believes things will get worse befor they get better. i want to end up on some foreign plane, some end to this,


on and on the trees will take root
they ride on an on
begin to see
what false start they made for you

hate is such a strong word, i wouldnt say i hate everything, but everything does seem to annoy me, i feel like i could be greater than i am. but maybe thats dreams i'll never see. like a flower blooming in winter it just doesnt make sense does it?
i just write down what comes to my mind and lord this soothes my aching soul.
what good does it do? what purpose does this entail? freedom my friend, freedom from the oppression that is my own mind. one day someone will look back on this and hopefully they will find some sort of enlightenment from it. thats my prayer that maybe it will happen. summer is approaching and it is time for the deadhead in me to come out. happier days are coming. i dont think i can take much more of this winter hell.
-kenny

the dead rehearse for spring tour!!

WAKE UP!

"there was an erie strangness about america in 1967-the old,free republic dying in pain; an undercurrent of moral quesiness about everything; the rot underlying the structure of american existence; a free floating fear of psychic earthquakes ina suicidal dreamscape of drugs and sex."

that is a quote from a jim morrison bio that i thought sounded a lot like what america is turning into today. except there is no free movement, only people dumbing themselves down with methanphetamines and barbitates, video games, movies with no substance, marriages that end within a year, everyday fears being pumped into you by the media like a diabetic who needs an insulin shot or he's gonna die. so you can go out and buy so and so that you dont need. i mean i know im not the first to say something like this but i mean if it were ever more true now it is. so what i propose is wake up and work together again. the hippies were right

nickorette

new conor oberst and the mystic valley band song "nickorette" and yes it's really spelled like that HAPPY FRIDAY

this brings tears to my eyes

oh my sweet carolina

it seems to me that every single one of my friends as well as me are fucked in the head in some way shape or form. i sit here and i think of all these "problems" that other people tell me about everytime we get together for a drink or something of the sort. and i sit there and i listen and i realize dude you're problems are nothing compared to some people. we as americans are spoiled fucking rotten. and technology is killing us. whatever happened to simpler things like sitting around playing poker on sat night listening to old bob dylan records sippin on a little jack and no one losing thier fucking minds. it seems like evertime i go to a party or get together someone freaks out after having a little too much. no one knows how to catch a buzz an then stop. why is it always about "lets get fucking shitfaced tonight man" or "im gonna get so wasted" its like everything needs to be taken to an extreme or you cant have fun. i just dont understand what posses someone to be a complete jackass at times. honestly i've had my share of drunken escapades and acting like a fool. but i've sort of caught on the whole monoitony of it and im sick and tired of it. but for you're enjoyment here is ryan adams with oh my sweet carolina such a haunting song

death cab is slowly growing on me

the lyrics and raw performance they give are just breathtaking
now honestly until recently i havent really been into indie bands or the basic indie genre very much. but this stuff is slowly starting to grow on me

here's a live video for the song cath off the album narrow stairs

the drinks we drank last night

this is azure ray's the drinks we drank last night i think im begining to fall in love with this band. they bring tears to my eyes, but maybe that was the burbon i drank earlier

who's in the mood for some psychadelic stoner metal?

here's a little electric wizard

maria taylor

so i've decided to start a series of my rock n roll crushes because everyone loves a hot chick musician and this will be a first of many. the person to start this little thing is maria taylor some of you might know her from the bright eyes video i posted yesterday. but the fact of matter is she played drums on the entire casadaga album as well as several solo records and a stint with band azure ray with fellow bandmate orenda fink. you can find azure ray's music here. www.myspace.com/azureray and maria's solo records here www.myspace.com/mariataylor

here's a video for azure ray's song november



So I'm waiting for this test to end
So these lighter days can soon begin
I'll be alone but maybe more carefree
Like a kite that floats so effortlessly
I was afraid to be alone
Now I'm scared thats how I'd like to be
All these faces none the same
How can there be so many personalities
So many lifeless empty hands
So many hearts in great demand
And now my sorrow seems so far away
Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain
But I turn them off and tuck them away
'till these rainy days that make them stay
And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs
And the words still ring, once here now gone
And they echo through my head everyday
And I dont think they'll ever go away
Just like thinking of your childhood home
But we cant go back we're on our own
Oh,
But i'm about to give this one more shot
And find it in myself
I'll find it in myself
So were speeding towards that time of year
To the day that marks that you're not here
And i think I'll want to be alone
So please understand if I dont answer the phone
I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls
Until I can see nothing at all
Only particles some fast some slow
All my eyes can see is all I know
Ohh..
But I'm about to give this one more shot
And find it in myself
I'll find it in myself

enjoy
-kenny

something made me smile

so i got off work around 11, been there since about 4. made up a new drink last night i still dont know what to call it but the ingredients are pomegrante lemonade and cheap vodka. just dont stay up long enough to let the hangover kick in if you have a few too many of these bad boys. its a killer hangover but thats mostly because of the cheap vodka. anyways so i decided to go to the bar after work with some of my friends.

so we get there and it's last call at 11 45 on a wendsday. i decided that i just wanted to go home and crash so that led me to here. but when i got home i ran into a little treat. i was watching conan and conor o burst and the mystic valley band came on. i've never heard this particular song but it brightened my mood so much i had to get on here and share it with you folks

so that was my day for the most part, nothing funny happened, i had no big revealation or anything. just you're average normal day. and the MVB kicked ass



here's some four winds to make you smile


-kenny

dreams

have you ever been caught between a dream and being awake? i've had my share

sometimes i feel like that it's just a part of my life and that it's reality and not some dream.

i've been listening to a lot of god is an astronaut which is probably making me think this way.

if you dont know who they are please look them up it's worth it i assure you.

back to complaining about how bad my life sucks.

laugh out loud and junk

i would like something that beats the comfort a pill or a bottle can give to just hit me in the fucking face whenever i walk thorough it's door. maybe im overreaching here.

i never know were im going once i get to this point of a conversation. im honestly just sitting here typing on a keyboard and whatever comes to my mind i write it down. thats healthy isnt it? not always says the fruedian college graduate suit and tie form of psychology. i think i just made that up, maybe i should wikipedia it just to make sure i dont know you tell me

get a poll going, shout it in the streets. you aint gettin any younger there skippy

a random thought

YAY! im blogging now. fuck off mind. so salam and good evening to you gents and cunts

sorry i have a potty mouth,

im randomly writing again in the same day because it is almost 2 am and i am how you say bizored(for you kids, you know how i like to keep up with the times dawg)

kno wah i sayin? anyways i dont know what to say here.my mind has officially been fucked by the drugs the sun is too loud and your face kinda looks like a mountain.good day sir. im kidding for those wondering what the hell im talking about i honestly dont know what im talking about. i will get to the point i originally started this post to put down a random thought but by the time i got done looking for a funny photo to insert into it i forgot what it was. so in that sense i wish everyone a happy tuesday and a pleasant week. this is post number 2 to those who are keeping count. thats probably just me so i shall go off and dream of people reading my random thoughts and rantings about nothing. ( i guess this blog is like seinfield)

this is my first post so i better make it a good one

i've recently started writing down all my feelings, and hell it feels good.

instead of bottling up emotions as do some people and then destroying relationships with anger

alcoholism and then eventually regrets that you've held inside for so long.

im not gonna do that. i've always had a nack for going against the grain. im gonna be honest with you this is the ranting of a 22 year old bag boy who still lives at home and refuses to get a real job. hell with the way the economy is i doubt seriously that it would be much of a change for me

and please excuse my grammer skills(i/e my punctuation skills) so sue me i grew up under the south carolina education system(braces for southern hick jokes). i'll be completly honest(be prepared folks i say this a lot also i say "you know what im sayin" at odd times) this feels good

and im begining to think i needed this.

so what did i do today?

i did what i do everyday woke up around 4pm(because i didnt go to bed till sunup)

sat around the house and waited for someone to tell me to do something then i got up reluctently did whatever it was i was told to do. jesus folks im pathetic i know.

what does he want to do with his life? why am i reading this you say. the honest anwser(oh there he goes again being honest) i dont fucking know what i want to do with my life thats my whole problem. but you know something i dont care i am enlightened by the fact that i can live vicariously through my friends and favorite musicians. and thats my seemingly feeble attempt at some kind of memoir. to anyone who will listen to this stupid excuse for a man