Crushes gone wild.

Crushes. Fantasies sexuakl energy galore this week. I keep seeing all of the wonderfully curvy women wearing vintage dresses downtown an. One of them was wearing the outfit that looke dlike she walked right out of the lab. Dammit! Anyways. Also had to watch my firend hit on a super crush I have on this actress. She is amazing on stage. She brought me to tears. How could I not fall in love with her. Downtown the vintage dresses were blue and black and brown and white. Super damn cute.

Anyways. I am curshing and I would say horny and anll of those things that make me distracted about 90% of the day. Plus the weather here is absolutely fabulous lately and it make it all worse. or better.

Anyways.

COFTH OUT!

I shouldn't

bee told me not to. And I am trying to be a good boy. Butr people who I should not hook up with keep seeking me out. We connect. But I am not that guy. i will never be that guy. Even people confide in me how they are unhappy with their relationship. People who I am interesyted ion. it is really not fair. But I am used to this sort of situation. I seek that crap out. i am always good and just lend an ear when then need it. But one of these times i am gonna crack and spill the beans. something like "Really I am completely interested in you as more than a friend so I can not be privy to this information. Please direct your confession to another friend who is not attracted to you. so that was an honest and drunk rant. HONEST AND DRUNK DAMMIT! I get caught in these situations and amongt these amazing and awesome people who are not available. And I even usually like the person they are with. And I feel horrible. I recognize my role and I back off. but sometimes it is not so easy. And sometimes these people seek me back out. Dammit!. I could turn off my phone. i could avoid contact. i am weak. Weak but not weak at all.

Saw an amazing play yesterday. Sould of a Whore. I recommend. Death penatly texas. Religion. Sex. Demans Healing. And money. It was quiest brilliant.

I recorded my drummer's asnniversary song he worte for this wife. If was adorbale. and it reaffirmed love for me while depressing me. For nine years I lived with someone and Every year on her birthday i worte her a song. Now I do not have the songs to deicate and he does. that is just a bit beautiful and sad to me at once.

Mid day before reconding I enter a mini mart. This youbg lady with dyed hair cracked the biggest smile and chats me up. She is totally happy despite meing trapped in a mini mart. We talk about the weather and a souvcple other social niceities and I realize this. Life is good. I have amazing friend and a focus for my passion. Can I really ask for more. Yes and no. But right now. No.

Heart,
jEFFREY WITH A NEW DENIM COWBOY HAT!

A different scene...

Well, since I make up the rules on this blog, I am going to have a crush on an evening I spent outside of my lttle cap hill microcosm. We rolled with the hip hop crew for a night. I crew I do not usually get invited to roll with.

Wow. A dangerous place for me to go: Tabella's. It is a hip hop club down under the viaduct below Belltown. Serious. There are all of these awesome curvey girl there and i am just o freaking distracted that I cannot even remember to fight my way t the bar and drink. Maybe that is a good thing. Last night. I drank Dom Perignon Champagne for the first time. Apparently because Jayzee wants us all to boycott Crystal. Whay does it seem funnt that one for call for a grassroots boycott of a $300 bottle of champagne? I don't know. Went to the Talib Kwali show at Chop Suey last night. We were priveleged enought to have dinner with him before the show and he seemed like a nice fellow. He went to high school with a good friend of mine and it was fun watching them reconnect! We decided the other amzing line was "it was so out of control that girl were signing each other's t$*ties." I do not even know what that means, but it was hilarious.

The chef of the seafood restaurant we were at was a big fan and he jsut started bring out his best dishes without even asking. The food was devine looking and I was sad that I do not eat fish! So I drank champagne and talked with A&R people. It seemed to be a color coordinated night as well. Everything was yellow black and white to match my new pumas!

The show was sold out and the crowd was super excited to see Talib in such a small venue. It was about 110 degrees and everyone was bouncing up and down and screaming. It was insane energy. and he writes some pretty damn powerful songs. I was impressed. and his backup singers were off the hook.

Tabella's seemed like it was transplanted from another city into seattle. I had been to a hip hop club in Vancouver a couple of weeks before that was much like this one. And I have to say the are serious miami beach! it is all bling and grind. And I kind of like it. You can't jaunt through the crowd without participating. I could decide whether to join in or just soak up as much stimulous a possible. it is a hard decuision whether or not to play Ishmael. Cause the story changes so much from the inside of the bubble.

Anyways. The ladies were lovely and ont eh way out the door some girl totally grabbed my ass in a major way. Figuring she was joking around, I turned back to her and said "yyeeeaaaaahhhh!" and here and her friends were shocked. i could hear them talking about i whilest I walked away. Then they crossed us again and her friend tried to ask if it was ok. I thought it was funny and my firiend said the girl was actually into me. Well I guess it plays to bee's rule that when you are being flirted with most, or even being molested by some hot lady, you will probably play it off as the oblivious one!

i must get back to work!

On the crush note.

I met a woman back stage who was apprently the attorney for the NAACP. she was absolutely gorgious and she wore a dress with brown and orange pattern on it. flutter. and there were about 90-95 girls in Tabella's that I would have gladly made out with. So you can understand why I just had to gloss over the subject for the evening. grrr.

Jeffrey

A crush can be dangerous...

I love my neighborhood bar. It is adroable and filled with people I care about. But a while back I was warned by a friend about the dangers of having a crush on a liquor distributing compratriot. So I cut back on my weekly visit to a watering hole filled with other mammals I dealry adore. Cause we all partake of the water too much.

I have a wonderful crowd of folks making music around me in Seattle Washington. And I have so many bands that I dearly adore. And about 50 more to check out. I have been really lacking on supporting the community lately because I have had to concentrate on finishing my own album( which goes into production next week, thank you veyr much!) But I look forward to taking some time off and seeing some fo these amazing talents soon. Ape City R&B, Shorthand for Epic, Pleasurecraft, The Levitations, The Limbs, The Invisible Eyes, Brent Amaker and the Rodeo.

The CD release party is set up now. And it is on my birthday. Sorry folks. Oh and if you have never seen thsi scorpio around his birthday be prepared. They seem to get crazier as I get older. And holy crap they get longer too! Last year I talked about my brithday for a month or two beforehand, then a month afterward.

I have always has a crush on songwriting and songwriters. Stephen Marrit of the Magnetic Fields, Mark Eitzel of American Music Club, The Only Ones for Only one song "Another Planet", The Handsome Family for her famiuous songwriting, Lou Barlow for his love songs. Anna Louis Ogden Padget for her disturbingly childish view of sexuality, and dispassionate sexy voice. nina simone for rasing my Ire every time I hear "Peaches". The Softies for srushinglky appopriate way. Mirah for talking about naughty thingsin her songs in the most delightful way! Rosemaery Clooney for her version "C'mon to My House". Louis Prima for existing. and a super big crush for slow down and dirty hip and soul/blues music that brings bodies together of the dance floor.

Right now I have a crush on the intangible. Some sort of success I have never felt. Some memory of a person that I do not know as well anymore as I should. Nostalgic, Sepia toned amber encased acceptance and forgiveness from someone who may never have existed.

:::EDIT:::
I guess that last paragrph would be more pining. a lament. And should be disregarded in the Crush of the week.

-the Staff