<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:14.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer blanket dot calm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>448</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-114321773964862227</id><published>2006-03-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:28:59.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rantI hate it when reviewers act like a record by an established artist is some huge departure for them, then you listen to the goddamn record and you knew they were headed in this direction anyway... I dunno, it seems as if reviewers should listen as hard as a musician would to a bands progression before writing something so dumb. listen to the last 2 belle and sebastian proper releases (dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/114321773964862227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/114321773964862227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/rant-i-hate-it-when-reviewers-act-like.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113727218310746485</id><published>2006-01-14T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:56:23.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I was just about in the middle of the book "a million little pieces" by James Frey (pick it up, even though it has an oprah sticker on it... it's amazing) and I hear about the Smoking Gun basically handing this guy a reason to go back to drugs. They claim he made up a lot of his story, which I can see might be the case. but what I don't understand is WHY they are doing it? who really cares if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113727218310746485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113727218310746485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-was-just-about-in-middle-of-book.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113716640070935717</id><published>2006-01-13T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:33:20.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I RANT, THEREFORE I AM...I don't really care about this, but a certain local label with a certain local band on it recently sent me a street team invitation on myspace and I'm wondering to myself what the FUCK these people are thinking?I mean, I support music locally as much as the next guy, but I don't support shitty bands with assholes for singers... but then again most of my friends still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113716640070935717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113716640070935717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-rant-therefore-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113528746071674036</id><published>2005-12-22T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:37:40.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Song: "A Pirate's Life for Me"the docks ring out with the hollow sounds of ships all set to sailthe deck hands thinking of their girls and of their next pint of alethe captains are telling cruel jokes about the pirates and their wivesabout the wooden legs on lonely nights that keep them satisfieda jolly roger flies through a moonlit night on a dark and empty seaas gentle waves lap at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113528746071674036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113528746071674036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-song-pirates-life-for-me-docks.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113528732871055444</id><published>2005-12-22T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:35:28.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random thoughts...* how creepy is tom hanks in the Ladykillers?* i randomly ran chris whitley's "living with the law" into nick drake's "pink moon" the other night. I didn't expect it, it just happened as a happy mistake...* getting a headcold sucks major ass when you're singing for a living. I'm just saying.* the only good part of trail mix is the m&amp;m's. I got some that I'm trying to eat now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113528732871055444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113528732871055444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113519438597951631</id><published>2005-12-21T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:46:26.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stepped out of a retro-fitted, vegetable oil-burning, 52 mpg, VW Jetta, into the cold night air of NYC's "meat packing" district. I stepped out and thought, 'Well, this could be really great or it could suck, but either way I'm gonna be in NYC for the night'. To those already initiated to that feeling, I don't have to go any further with analogies or hyperbole. Surely.But to those who have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113519438597951631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113519438597951631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-stepped-out-of-retro-fitted.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113460914596620929</id><published>2005-12-14T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:12:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self:Don't smoke pot after drinking all night long... I always end up puking after the first hit. And I don't even like pot, I think I was just too drunk to think straight. Anyhooo...So yeah, I'm in connecticut and its frrrrrreezing. I mean, -7 at night?! This blows... good to see family and friends, but snow and ice is for the birds. well, not exactly, 'cause the smart ones migrate to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113460914596620929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113460914596620929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/note-to-self-dont-smoke-pot-after.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-113406602521204046</id><published>2005-12-08T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:20:25.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm BACK in the saddle again...I'd bookmark this site if I were all of you, 'cause it's a lot to type out the whole name. Summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com?(what was I thinking?)So a lot of things are going on... a lot of shows have been played... a lot more to come. Hope is restored that I can still write songs that mean something to me even while I'm happy in my life... so, expect a new record </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113406602521204046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/113406602521204046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-in-saddle-again.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111691041415048382</id><published>2005-05-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:53:34.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just about to go to sleep when I saw that the movie Beatiful Dreamer: Brian Wilson and the Story of SMILE! was on. Did you ever notice how JUST when you need something to inspire you, it comes sometimes from a source you maybe forgot about? I just experienced that. Just seeing Paul McCartney standing and cheering in the one of the final scenes was an image powerful enough to bring tears to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111691041415048382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111691041415048382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-just-about-to-go-to-sleep-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111662395614665193</id><published>2005-05-20T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:19:16.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upcoming ShowsMay 20 2005 10:00PBrogue's Irish Pub Lake Worth, FLMay 22 2005 10:00PBull Bar Delray Beach, FLMay 24 2005 9:00PBull Bar Delray Beach, FLMay 29 2005 10:00PBull Bar Delray Beach, FLMay 31 2005 9:00PBull Bar Delray Beach, FLJun 1 2005 9:00PNYC Anti-Folk at the Bamboo Room Lake Worth, FLJun 8 2005 9:30PO'Shea's Irish Pub West Palm Beach, FLJun 10 2005 9:00PCD RELEASE SHOW !!! Lake Worth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111662395614665193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111662395614665193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/upcoming-shows-may-20-2005-1000p.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111645571703171526</id><published>2005-05-18T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:35:17.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big news on the local front...I hear tell that local rawkers The Freakin' Hott are going to be opening for Velvet Revolver next Wednesay the 25th at the Sound Advice, I don't know HOW this happened, but I do know WHY: They kick major, major ass and deserve this as much/more so than any band I know down here...Anyway, Congrats kids! You're doing it!I'm at O'Shea's tonight and Brogue's on Friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111645571703171526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111645571703171526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-news-on-local-front.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111610433732231179</id><published>2005-05-14T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:58:57.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool Site Alert.Keith interview.Go to http://www.entertainmentnutz.com/music/audio_nut/and just keep scrolling down.You'll see it.I promise.Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111610433732231179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111610433732231179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-site-alert.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111597228111162142</id><published>2005-05-13T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T04:22:36.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Annoying self-referential"?Who? Me? ;)New Times Broward-Palm Beach 2005Best Local Songwriter of the Year - Keith Michaud"It's sort of embarrassing to admit you actually liked Dashboard Confessional (anyone remember Chris Carrabba?) or the misbegotten emo genre. But for better or worse, all those heart-emblazoned-on-sleeve songs made folks start to pay attention to lyrics again, and when it comes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111597228111162142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111597228111162142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/annoying-self-referential-who-me-new.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111557508202583325</id><published>2005-05-08T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:58:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the drowning fish"do you hear the humming underneathour boat tonight, the waters so deepthat the sea might swallow the whole thing downwe might breathe for a while then drownand sink sink down into the drink drinkmaybe we will or won'twatch the sharks smile a whilewhile the other fish grin a little bitcause they know they will be well fedoff of our bones when we are deadand littering the bottom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111557508202583325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111557508202583325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/drowning-fish-do-you-hear-humming.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111523192586899287</id><published>2005-05-04T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:38:46.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple of good news tidbits to throw out here...On May 18th at O'Shea's I will be playing with Brent, Katie Foley, and (drumrolllllll) Ms. Helen Horal, making a triumphant return visit to South Florida. I'm bursting. I can hardly wait!Also, we got some more positive feedback from our friends at CDBABY:"Using Wilco, Dashboard Confessional and Ryan Adams as a springboardfor their own mix of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111523192586899287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111523192586899287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/05/couple-of-good-news-tidbits-to-throw.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111472239470016308</id><published>2005-04-28T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:06:34.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to thank everyone that came out the Lounge's Wormhole Wednesday last night. I know I thanked a lot of you for supporting me while I was playing, but I feel like that's not enough. I really do appreciate all of you. I guess I just wanted you to know. Again. :)Anyway, so we've got some big things on the horizon, not the least of which is the CD Release party at Brogue's on June 10th. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111472239470016308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111472239470016308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-just-want-to-thank-everyone-that.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111444491457228013</id><published>2005-04-25T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:02:41.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIG SHOW COMING UP JUNE 1st!!!I'll be playing at the Bamboo Room in Lake Worth with a collection of NYC Anti Folk musicians and Maggie and Aaron of the Freakin' Hott! The lineup looks like this:The Freakin' HottJeff LewisKeith Michaud of Summer BlanketJoie/Dead Blonde GirlfriendPaleface$7 at the door for one of the most intimate, best sounding venues in South Florida and an array of music sure to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111444491457228013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111444491457228013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-show-coming-up-june-1st-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111418849406510978</id><published>2005-04-22T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:54:33.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So next Wednesday night I will be playing a cd pre-release show at the Lounge. Thanks Steven, for thinking it might be a good idea... :)ANDCan't wait until the CD release shows to get Whisper Louder? Order it online and you'll have at least a couple of days to listen to the songs before I play them live at the Lounge next week!Look Mom, I'm on Miles of Music!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111418849406510978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111418849406510978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-next-wednesday-night-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111386095352326201</id><published>2005-04-18T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:49:13.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a box full of letters that I will never sendwith poems and new songs that I will never singthe only questions I need answered are, "who, what, when where, why?"questions, unanswered, multiply.who is this new guywhat is his name?&amp; when did you meet him anyway?where do you go when you meet him after dark?why would you hide it from me, did it happen on a lark?who does he look likewhat is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111386095352326201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111386095352326201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-got-box-full-of-letters-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111369179024113414</id><published>2005-04-16T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:49:50.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well kids, the wait is finally over!Yes, that's right, Whisper Louder is here!You can order it now at Pop Up Records dot calm or come to the cd release show in May. I'll also have some at any/all of the shows I play in the meantime.We're planning something of a local All Star Lineup for the cd release show, featuring members of choice local bands and some of our solo artist friends. We're looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111369179024113414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111369179024113414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-kids-wait-is-finally-over-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111308087129741867</id><published>2005-04-09T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:07:51.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soooo... it's been a while.Nothing really new I guess. Moved a couple of times since the last post, so I don't get online as often. I was reading an interesting article on radiohead in mojo magazine where they said that at one point thom yorke would blog his thoughts on their site much like I do on this one. Wish I'd known that was going on... oh well.All is well on the music front. Looks like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111308087129741867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111308087129741867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/04/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111152456259994072</id><published>2005-03-22T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:49:22.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got the final post of how the new record art is going to look, and we're rolling ahead. Whisper Louder should be out pretty soon, for those of you holding your breath... :)Anyway, things are going well, lot's of shows and new faces at most of them. good things are happening in and around our area to SB and to a lot of our friends. It feels good to see positive movement in the scene from our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111152456259994072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111152456259994072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-final-post-of-how-new-record-art.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111104890430689426</id><published>2005-03-17T03:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:41:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I take it easy, so that my words aren't knotted upbut it's reassuring that my tongue is tied at allstill I take no chances, and let the chips fall where they mayare you worth this gamble? it's too early yet to saybut I find the strangest thingsare still worth believing in,after all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111104890430689426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111104890430689426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-take-it-easy-so-that-my-words-arent_17.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111104880849867069</id><published>2005-03-17T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:40:08.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I take it easy, so that my words aren't knotted upbut it's reassuring that my tongue is tied at allstill I take no chances, and let the chips fall where they mayare you worth this gamble? it's too early yet to saybut I find the strangest thingsare still worth believing in,after all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111104880849867069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111104880849867069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-take-it-easy-so-that-my-words-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111099418381612866</id><published>2005-03-16T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:29:43.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone stole my bunny book. It's either, that or I left it at the Red Lion somewhere, but I've looked everywhere, and I can't find it. Damn it. I just KNOW someone stole it. It's coveted by so many, I should have kept my eyes on it. My Precious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111099418381612866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111099418381612866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/someone-stole-my-bunny-book.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111092078201721399</id><published>2005-03-15T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:06:22.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I just randomly went to the purple skunk records website to check it out, and their mission is "to release the best punk, hardcore and everything in between"What the FRIG is actually between PUNK and HARDCORE? I mean, call me an idiot, but I think I know a thing or 2 about a thing or 2, and that just don't make no sense!and aren't both pivot and seville no longer playing? Its like me promoting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111092078201721399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111092078201721399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-just-randomly-went-to-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111091938643125726</id><published>2005-03-15T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:43:06.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night rocked. secret french kissing society are the band to be reckoned with down here. you can see it when they smile.met some awesome new people, rico, heather, that drunk guy that I thought was talking mess about us. Katie came out, bless her, after work. had a cute barrette in her hair, which made me think "why does this girl wear ball caps, ever?" too cute.ummm... mike ryan is a music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111091938643125726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111091938643125726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-night-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111078778354493024</id><published>2005-03-14T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T03:09:43.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if people who don't play music really understand or appreciate what a show feels like to a musician who cares about their music and about what they're doing with it? I'm not sure people could really understand it unless they've stood in front of complete strangers and felt the range of emotions that an artist feels in the live environment. It's an immediate (and usually very powerful) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111078778354493024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111078778354493024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wonder-if-people-who-dont-play-music.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111076187465250878</id><published>2005-03-13T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:59:21.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this site is super g_d damn cool. I don't know why I love it so much, but its got food and indie rock. so wait. I DO know why I love it; it's got food and indie rock! she's a dang genius.Visit Jenville!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111076187465250878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111076187465250878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-site-is-super-gd-damn-cool_13.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111065929033633671</id><published>2005-03-12T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:28:10.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wicked party last night, small gathering, but good times. thanks katie and janet for the invite. it was a blast.I'm pretty tired. got sleep, woke up and walked outside the house we partied at, and the view was awesome. Right on the intercoastal, and its just amazing how some people live. walk outside and sit in the shade, listening to the water and the boats going by... we were all talking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111065929033633671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111065929033633671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/wicked-party-last-night-small.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111048536937854965</id><published>2005-03-10T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:09:29.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if it's a sign that this morning, when I woke up and checked my emails, that there were 2 junk mails which read, "Free Condoms" and "Open Wide" respectively... I've been writing a lot more clearly lately. Things were jumbled there for a couple, few weeks. Clarity has not been playing the biggest role in my life, lately. I feel like things (good things) are moving forward. Onward and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111048536937854965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111048536937854965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wonder-if-its-sign-that-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111041564203500925</id><published>2005-03-09T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:47:22.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Who Will Take You Seriously, Now?"my friend elizabeth, under her gown and cap,was dressed up as Wonder Womanwith her lasso alive on her hipand Agnes, I'll live inside you, in your pocket or maybe your shoeand I'll make little jokes that will make themselves knownto you now that you're aloneYears ago, my friend David would rain inside of his head for days upon daysbut he never could drown in that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111041564203500925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111041564203500925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-will-take-you-seriously-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111033102971883769</id><published>2005-03-08T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:06:54.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Sam Goody, Borders, Circuit City, Target and Best Buy. You'd think, by say, the 1st Circuit City, I'd have learned... but nooo, I am lately a very persistent boy in most facets of my life. So I went to one more. I went to another Circuit City, and decided that I'd check everywhere... and there it was... the new album by Gratitude. I'm listening to it for the 2nd time this hour, and I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111033102971883769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111033102971883769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-went-to-sam-goody-borders-circuit.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-111021956119293631</id><published>2005-03-07T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:19:21.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to spit and scream and kick and fight back, but I can't. I feel like my hands are locked up again, and someone is breaking my nose, and I can't stop the bleeding, I'm just spitting as it pours down into my lap, helpless. I feel like maybe I'll just eventually bleed out. I guess that's impossible, but sometimes I feel like it might be nice. call me a dead beat, call me anything. just don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111021956119293631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/111021956119293631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-to-spit-and-scream-and-kick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110996483304866140</id><published>2005-03-04T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:35:48.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wellll... if you missed last night's show because of the rain, your asses would become sore with the amount you should be kicking yourselves. To those who were there, it was a night to remember. A lot of dancing, hollering, clapping, singing along... what a friggin' blast... I sold 5 more cd's... to bring the total to 12 in the past 3 shows. I'm pretty proud and stoked about that...Oh... and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110996483304866140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110996483304866140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/wellll.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110980810187586319</id><published>2005-03-02T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:01:41.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"life is funny, but not 'ha ha' funny... peculiar, I guess..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110980810187586319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110980810187586319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-funny-but-not-ha-ha-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110978657727006866</id><published>2005-03-02T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:02:57.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>played a lot of new songs out last night. felt good. I think the thing that happened at dada a couple of days ago sent me straight into a new chapter of my songwriting history. I'm now understanding that if no one is listening anyway, I might as well be entertaining myself, and they will eventually come around. It's that simple. I did it last night, and it worked. It's funny, I was talking to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110978657727006866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110978657727006866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/played-lot-of-new-songs-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110970157619902861</id><published>2005-03-01T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:26:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was sitting here just now thinking about something that happened last night that was SO intense and SO just... I don't know... extraordinary... and I wanted to tell you about it.So I was at DaDa and there were quite a few people there. I was wearing my new black hoodie (it's fucking sweet) and I wasn't even going to play last night, 'cause I have so many shows coming up and this was a 'night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110970157619902861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110970157619902861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-sitting-here-just-now-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110961061876848010</id><published>2005-02-28T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:10:18.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...shows shoWS SHOWS SHows shows...So tonight I am off. Tomorrow night at Bull Bar. Wednesday at O'Shea's. Thursday at Bull Bar. Friday y'all BETTER get yo asses to Respectable Street for the Secret French Kissing Society with EL and Mission Veo. It's their CD release show, and you should be there to support.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110961061876848010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110961061876848010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110935764815617608</id><published>2005-02-25T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:54:08.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we had a great show at dada last night.It kinda got off to a late start, but once we started playing, I knew we were 'on' from the opening song.  we're adding new songs all the time to the set and it's crazy how much they mean to me. #1 Defender and Lukewarm by New End Original. Wonderwall by Oasis. Mother Mary by Far. Maybe a couple of Jimmy Eat World songs... I don't know. Really good intense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110935764815617608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110935764815617608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-had-great-show-at-dada-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110934982777797455</id><published>2005-02-25T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:43:47.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, I want it I want it I want it I want it...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110934982777797455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110934982777797455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-man-i-want-it-i-want-it-i-want-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110929387977446598</id><published>2005-02-24T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:11:19.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the most hopelessly, romantically stupid-ass smart person that I know of.I knew better this time. I really, really did. Damn my stupid, stupid heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110929387977446598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110929387977446598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-most-hopelessly-romantically.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110925975753769678</id><published>2005-02-24T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:42:37.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is SHOCKING how much I love to chug a glass of orange juice. with orange juice or chocolate milk, I literally must look like I'm fiending or something. weird.Speaking of shocking, I'm listening to the debut record by Secret French Kissing Society, and I have to say this is a true work of art, and I am proud to know them and be playing with them at Brogue's tomorrow night.They are the real deal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110925975753769678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110925975753769678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-is-shocking-how-much-i-love-to-chug.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110911069762838184</id><published>2005-02-22T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:18:17.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the end's going to come"so you tell me, "the ends going to come."as your smile starts to fade, and you're folding your armsbut you can't change the wind, and so I should adjust my sailsand I've battened these hatches beforearms overhead I have braved many stormslistening hard for the last drops to fall,I don't run.I wait for the sun...and I'm rowing my boat to the shoreto bury my heart at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110911069762838184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110911069762838184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/ends-going-to-come-so-you-tell-me-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110910044874886946</id><published>2005-02-22T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:27:28.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mike Skinner is THE TRUTH!Lyrics to "Dry Your Eyes" by The StreetsIn one single moment your whole life can turn 'round I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110910044874886946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110910044874886946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/mike-skinner-is-truth-lyrics-to-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110908639916294751</id><published>2005-02-22T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:35:30.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>show tonight. bull bar. by myself.show thursday. dada. me and mike, by ourselves.show friday. brogues. me and mike w/ guests Katie Foley and the Secret French Kissing Societyshow sunday. bull bar. by myself.show wednesday. o'shea's. by myself.show thursday. bull bar. by myself.show next sunday. bull bar. by myself.These might be the last shows I ever play. I know that sounds dramatic, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110908639916294751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110908639916294751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/show-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110894148869189181</id><published>2005-02-20T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:18:08.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the postal service's cover of 'against all odds' is friggin' GENIUS.elliott smith's piano version of 'miss misery' is possibly his most heartbreaking work.friends not caring about you really hurts.my sister might be mentally retarded. or just really, really dumb.parties in people's back yards are fun as hell. as are bonfires.my mind wanders back and forth between strange places pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110894148869189181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110894148869189181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/postal-services-cover-of-against-all.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110892417735021554</id><published>2005-02-20T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:29:37.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Case in point. A friend had me listen to this song last night and it spoke my mind like I guess I couldn't have..."Disappointed" (by the Frames)The future takes us where it leadsOur heads just go beneath the wavesTime tells all and we obeyBut how can I be mad at youYou did what you didAnd you followed throughYou were the one who always said'Forget it and move on'But I'm not sad, I'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110892417735021554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110892417735021554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/case-in-point.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110892325468737612</id><published>2005-02-20T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:14:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you ever feel really bad about something, and whatever that something might be, suddenly everything you are doing draws a direct relation to that feeling, pushing you towards realizations about your self and the world around you? I'm going through that right now. Short, small epiphanies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110892325468737612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110892325468737612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/did-you-ever-feel-really-bad-about.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110874439716723478</id><published>2005-02-18T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:33:17.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST NIGHT I DREAMT OF EVERYTHINGa short story by Keith Michaud"You know, it was really beautiful there without you," she says, pausing to add, "but, knowing you, I doubt you're going to take that the right way." And all I could think to do was smirk in the face of her new found, and alarmingly obvious, discontent. "Yeah, well, I think, as usual, that you're right.", I say. I am still fake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110874439716723478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110874439716723478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-night-i-dreamt-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110858375408391039</id><published>2005-02-16T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:55:54.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forgot to mention on here that it's ladies night tonight at O'Shea's. I will be playing, and there are 2 for 1 drinks for the ladies, which means it should be fun... I'm thinking of playing 'whisper louder' in it's entirety to start the night. Just to see how the songs translate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858375408391039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858375408391039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/forgot-to-mention-on-here-that-its_16.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110858370018133750</id><published>2005-02-16T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:55:00.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forgot to mention on here that it's ladies night tonight at O'Shea's. I will be playing, and there are 2 for 1 drinks for the ladies, which means it should be fun... I'm thinking of playing 'whisper louder' in it's entirety to start the night. Just to see how the songs translate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858370018133750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858370018133750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/forgot-to-mention-on-here-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110858009674636841</id><published>2005-02-16T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:54:56.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quick note to anyone wanting to lose a few extra pounds... try the Starving Artist Diet(tm)! I've lost 20 lbs in the past 2 months being broke and homeless, and you can too! Simply don't eat... and when you do eat, make it something bad for you that happens to be inexpensive. :) Just kidding. not about the weight loss though. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858009674636841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110858009674636841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/quick-note-to-anyone-wanting-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110853630964160635</id><published>2005-02-16T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T01:47:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember the happiness on your face that night, singing along.playing games with our hands and mouths. The cutest couple ever.and I was so lost in losing my senses over you.happy birthday; a future anniversaryI will believe in anything you tell meand I'll convince myself that this belief is a good thinguntil you tell me differentlyuntil you tell me I shouldn't believeand by the time this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110853630964160635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110853630964160635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-remember-happiness-on-your-face-that.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110850922415785063</id><published>2005-02-15T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:13:44.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was thinking of using it as a t shirt design. can't decide...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110850922415785063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110850922415785063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-thinking-of-using-it-as-t-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110849925905664838</id><published>2005-02-15T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:27:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm proud as hell today. Just talked to my daughter for an hour and she was telling me how, at school, she is at a level 11 in reading while kids a year ahead of her are still on level 4. She's a fan of words, and I'm a fan of hers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110849925905664838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110849925905664838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-proud-as-hell-today.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110841668079567445</id><published>2005-02-14T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:31:20.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to hate my website. I had to change it cause the Freakin' Hott's basically looked the exact same, blog-wise. Which annoyed me cause I hadn't checked theirs until today. I'm sure tomorrow this site is going to look 100% different, but for now this will do. Damn Templates.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110841668079567445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110841668079567445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-starting-to-hate-my-website.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110840804892589430</id><published>2005-02-14T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:07:28.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let the backlash begin... I was reading the review of the new Death Cab For Cutie single, "title and registration" on pitchfork just now, and it got 2 stars. 2 STARS!? And the reviewer, David Raposa, basically spends the entire time assaulting Ben Gibbard's lyrics. I don't get that. Personally, (and I guess, in the end, this is a taste issue) I think Gibbard's lyrics are sometimes astounding, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110840804892589430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110840804892589430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/let-backlash-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110833031508577048</id><published>2005-02-13T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T16:31:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>___ Friday night was what we refer to in the biz as a "rousing success"... had a lot of cool people come out and support, and the boys from Truckstop Coffee acousticized superbly. Jon W. had his hands full of bass and rocked that shit down to the ground, which was nice of him to do on such short (as in first time playing most of the songs) notice. I had a freakin' blast. Even pulled off a mild </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110833031508577048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110833031508577048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-night-was-what-we-refer-to-in.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110815691932808673</id><published>2005-02-11T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:23:23.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been reading Dave Egger's new book of short stories, "How We Are Hungry", lately and it has reminded me of something I first thought when I read his book, "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius".This guy writes how I think. Now, if I could only get my thoughts out that rapidly, hone them the way he does, then it might make for some interesting stuff.But I digress.It's friggin' cold outside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110815691932808673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110815691932808673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/been-reading-dave-eggers-new-book-of.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110805508993179868</id><published>2005-02-10T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:04:49.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Model A bailed.That Model A show with Secret French Kissing Society and us is now down to SFKS and SB. Model A backed out cause they thought the trip from here to Atlanta is too long for them or something. I don't know. Don't care. Anyway. So we're going to try and hook up another band, but we'll see. It's going to be an odd night for a show. A Monday night. 3/14 to be exact. We'll see. Maybe it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110805508993179868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110805508993179868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/model-bailed.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110800877625459738</id><published>2005-02-09T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:12:56.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here it is, the new Summer Blanket Dot Calm. I guess it's cooler than the last one. Definitely more easy on the eyes if you were to ask me. Anyway... let's christen this thing:cheers, darling, I will drink to thattip my elbow in and drain this glassfill me up again, bartenderI haven't had it yet, bartendersomething tells me tomorrow this might hurtbaby, I never meant to doubt youbut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110800877625459738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110800877625459738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-here-it-is-new-summer-blanket-dot.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110793199494063853</id><published>2005-02-09T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:53:14.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some things make sense.I don't get a lot of stuff, but I understand a few things very well. The relations between people when they are strained suddenly can become so ugly it's as if you're looking at a smeared painting. Take the untouched canvas, as an example. With it's fine cloth lines and virginal off-white color, it is a thing of hope. Of what might be. And soon, if there are brushes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110793199494063853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110793199494063853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-things-make-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110790302674496195</id><published>2005-02-08T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:50:26.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last minute show booked at the Red Lion for this Friday night. I'm feeling pretty emotionally ridiculous this week, so it should make for some good emoting. Anyway. So I hear we made 'secret link' status on the Freakin' Hott's website. Woohoo! Now if only I knew why it was such a big secret. And why such a fun band would link to such a sad bastard site. Who knows. I don't know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110790302674496195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110790302674496195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-minute-show-booked-at-red-lion.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110780106161569232</id><published>2005-02-07T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:31:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Was Born as a Grain of Sand"I was born as a grain of sand - lifted up by a glass blower's handand he sifted me fine, until finally I - was just what he needed, thenhe made my adolescence hot - until I knew that I was notmeant to just go on as I was born - I was changing, becoming soft.I was blown into this glass - an individual, at lastI was becoming part of some great thing - and I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110780106161569232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110780106161569232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-was-born-as-grain-of-sand-i-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110744768790944393</id><published>2005-02-03T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T11:21:27.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Shade &amp; Honey by Mark Linkous (Sparklehorse) I could look in your face For a thousand years It’s like a civil war Of pain and of cheer But if you was a horse I could help you with your chains I could ride you through the fields By your fiery mane May your shade be sweet And float upon the lakes Where the sun will be Made of honey I crack diamonds, write you a poem ‘Cause no one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110744768790944393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110744768790944393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/shade-honey-by-mark-linkous.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110736502139375120</id><published>2005-02-02T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:23:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all, I will be opening for Redd &amp; the rockin' 5th Gear THIS FRIDAY NIGHT at the Red Lion Pub in Boynton Beach. It will be a short acoustic set with mostly new material unless someone is there to request otherwise. Fun starts at 9:30, be there early to drink and I'll surely sound better. Beer Headphones, anyone? (my one addition to this part of the post is that I've been sorely lacking in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110736502139375120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110736502139375120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-all-i-will-be-opening-for-redd-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110736753123653146</id><published>2005-02-02T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:05:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Model A generates a maelstrom of sonic information --- think Radiohead with much sharper teeth" - Jackson Griffith (Sacramento News)I just received their press kit in the mail with a cd sampler. They're great. Really. They will be playing with us 3/14 at the Red Lion and this might also be a CD Pre-Release show, as we're looking to book for later that week and get "whisper louder" into your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110736753123653146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110736753123653146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/model-generates-maelstrom-of-sonic.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110729340072881400</id><published>2005-02-01T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:30:00.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--------------Paint By Numbers--------------you half smile and you say you're only kiddingand I laugh 'cause I know you are notand I tip my glass in your directionand pay with money that I haven't gotand it's strange to see you hereit's strange to see you hereI stall cause I need to for protectionI dont want to seem to eager for youthe bad boy who couldn't care less whenall I want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110729340072881400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110729340072881400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/02/paint-by-numbers-you-half-smile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110692971612006913</id><published>2005-01-28T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:28:36.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a wrecking ball of confusion.I am a slow rolling force of self-destruction.I might be losing it.I might not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110692971612006913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110692971612006913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-wrecking-ball-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110667479321558914</id><published>2005-01-25T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T12:39:53.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm learning there is a huge difference between FEELING like you're drifting and ACTUALLY drifting in life. I was watching Garden State (yes, again, cause I'm easily addicted) the other day and thinking, 'Yeah, I can relate to that... just feeling, like, numb...'But then I was thinking about it afterwards and I kind of realized that I feel that way only a very small fraction of the time. Most of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110667479321558914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110667479321558914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-learning-there-is-huge-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110651598726073710</id><published>2005-01-23T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:33:07.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey allI just wanted to post a thank you to everyone who came out to the show last night at O'Shea's. It was awesome and everyone was super nice and it just felt great! EL played an awesome set, and I want to thank them as well for the invite and for being such gracious hosts. thanks for letting me rock the marshall last night Wood, it was a great treat!Ummm... so yeah I am playing again at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110651598726073710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110651598726073710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-all-i-just-wanted-to-post-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110624725139969829</id><published>2005-01-20T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T13:54:11.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yawwwwwn... Uh... better now...So yesterday was friggin' awesome. WPRK up in Orlando had us on their 110 hour benefit to raise money, as they are an indie station and need help financially... (Donate at www.110hours.org)We played a 6 song set, but could have played longer I guess. It was kind of a rush to make sure we were setup and ready on time, but when we started playing it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110624725139969829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110624725139969829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/yawwwwwn.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110592487961379711</id><published>2005-01-16T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:21:19.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a whole band. Anyone interested email me at keith@summerblanket.comlooking for people who love music. Guys. Girls. Whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110592487961379711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110592487961379711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-need-whole-band.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110571532234298662</id><published>2005-01-14T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:08:42.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright... so if you wanna hear a brand new (as in written &amp; recorded yesterday) song then go to myspace.com/summerblanket, where I've posted the mp3 for "his last day on earth". I'm so freakin' jazzed up about being able to post that stuff online now. More to come surely as the quality warrants. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110571532234298662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110571532234298662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110564509308649884</id><published>2005-01-13T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:38:13.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all: thanks to everyone who emailed me about that stream of conscious poem thing I wrote the other day. It's nice to hear kind words when you spill out a piece of your brain on a silly little website... I don't know. It makes me feel less alone I guess. So as a reminder, some of the things I write on here in song/poem style are fictions and some aren't. Some of you might know the difference, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110564509308649884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110564509308649884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-all-thanks-to-everyone-who-emailed.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110546058376404068</id><published>2005-01-11T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T11:27:05.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's the Label of the Week on Insound.com? Good going, guys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110546058376404068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110546058376404068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/whos-label-of-week-on-insound.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110543276511577055</id><published>2005-01-11T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T03:42:50.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please never let me downwhile we spin, spin aroundI already miss my pillow-lips' kissand Irish hands on velvet skinoh girl!how I am seeking your fault lines!some crack in your veneer!I am finding noneand I amfalling ever fasterand I amsmiling an honest smile these daysand I amletting my robes slip to this floorto show you my scars.And if I don't yet know who you are,I willinvent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110543276511577055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110543276511577055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/please-never-let-me-down-while-we-spin.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110531169465865492</id><published>2005-01-09T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:01:34.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I have no idea why this damn comment thing won't work... maybe mr. Indeed will help me out with it, as he's like a programmer and stuff. Dude, if I don't remember to ask you, remind me that I forgot to... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110531169465865492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110531169465865492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-have-no-idea-why-this-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110529505934333659</id><published>2005-01-09T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:24:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>green eyes; hey happy birthday!don't cry, it's hardly worth ittell her not to tell you somethingjust to prove her mouth is workingand get in the car,  get it in geargive it the gas, if you want I will steerwhile you light the matchand let this place just burninside: I want the insidecat eyes that catch my surpriseoh god, don't say it's nothingjust to prove your lips are movingand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110529505934333659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110529505934333659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/green-eyes-hey-happy-birthday-dont-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110522727930970057</id><published>2005-01-08T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:34:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man, where to begin?It seems like every time I see Jimmy Eat World play live I want to just rock for weeks. That band is absolutely the best live band I ever get the opportunity to see (next to Wilco, who are coming next month! woohoo!)Trish got the VIP thing setup before we got there, so we walk in and up the stairs to perfect view and sound and bottles of liquor and beer... good friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110522727930970057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110522727930970057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-man-where-to-begin-it-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110512416489200958</id><published>2005-01-07T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T13:56:04.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I am trying like heck to get the comment feature to work on the site, but I have been fruitless in my pursuit of the abuse I am certain to take on my own website... we'll see... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110512416489200958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110512416489200958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-am-trying-like-heck-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110511421809830920</id><published>2005-01-07T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:10:18.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... So I am supposed to see the finalized record art today for Whisper Louder. Then we'll send it off to press. I'm so stoked. It's funny, it feels old to me now, but noone has heard it finished yet except me, JR, and the guys from the label. I'm excited as hell and a little scared to release it. Kinda the same way I felt about the last one too, but that went well, so I don't know what I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110511421809830920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110511421809830920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110503026229135697</id><published>2005-01-06T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:51:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've seen it. I was actually there. For the line. Not the other stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110503026229135697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110503026229135697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-seen-it.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110490394571394923</id><published>2005-01-05T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:45:45.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am, 40 minutes into my 29th birthday, all alone and giddy as a little schoolgirl because I've figured out how to demo into GarageBand and then export it straight to iTunes. I'm a walking demo machine now folks, somebody stop me...I should start posting them online soon... actually... check myspace.com/summerblanket sometime in the near future for a track called "losing motivation" as it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110490394571394923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110490394571394923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-i-am-40-minutes-into-my-29th.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110462343550066398</id><published>2005-01-01T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:50:35.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was watching legends of rodeo play last night from behind the drum kit with a video camera high above my head so you could see the crowd and I was thinking, "this is the first time in a long time that I can remember being absolutely head-over-heels gleefully happy" Just the looks on the crowds collective face... a feeling I won't soon forget... it was awesome.I don't know... life doesn't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110462343550066398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110462343550066398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-watching-legends-of-rodeo-play.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110442609268313227</id><published>2004-12-30T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:01:32.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if anyone knows of a person willing to rent a room/share an apartment with a certain 28 year old roaming troubadour, please forward me an email... I need a place as of like, yesterday... :) I hear tell that labelmates Army of Me will have a song featured on MTV's "MADE" series... pretty cool. Guess we were too lite or something... also I heard a new Lakota track today and it sounds freakin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110442609268313227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110442609268313227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-anyone-knows-of-person-willing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110434677243039442</id><published>2004-12-29T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T13:59:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at the end of another year, a few of my favorite things:&gt; lou barlow covering ratt's 'round and round' on his new record 'emoh'&gt; (wilco section) a ghost is born, the wilco book, and 'adult head' by jeff tweedy&gt; finding out ryan adams is a complete tool bag, makes sense why his music is so uneven quality-wise&gt; outkast's 'hey ya!'&gt; the freakin' hott's cover of outkast's 'hey ya!'&gt; the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110434677243039442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110434677243039442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-end-of-another-year-few-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110417389601782209</id><published>2004-12-27T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T13:58:16.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was nice... Thanks Mr. Moffatt!http://music.newtimesbpb.com/Issues/2004-12-23/music/livewire2.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110417389601782209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110417389601782209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110417173336525065</id><published>2004-12-27T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T13:22:13.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ho...ho...ho...merry friggin' christmas Binkies!So I get to Dada last night to start setting up for our show, feat. our friends Greg Elias of Academia and miss Amy Steinberg and what do I hear? Well, I'll tell ya it wasn't Santa coming down the chimney... nooo...They were CLOSING EARLY... CLOSING in TEN MINUTES, in fact...This, after all of the other problems I had so many months ago playing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110417173336525065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110417173336525065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/ho.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110372764465815355</id><published>2004-12-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:00:44.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny how sometimes you lose sight of the fact that you are surrounded by cool, intelligent, funny, talented and just plain AWESOME people... At the end of the year I think we all get a little nostalgic for year that is passing, so I'd like to take this opportunity to give props to my friends, new and old. All of the amazing bands that I've played &amp; witnessed this year, thank you. All of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110372764465815355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110372764465815355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-funny-how-sometimes-you-lose-sight.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110363141776599625</id><published>2004-12-21T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T07:16:57.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I can't sleep for the life of me lately. Between allergies and coughing and the whole lot of stuff I've got going on personally, I stay up all nite and feel (quite literally) crazy by the morning time. It will all soon pass though, I'm sure. Just need to hang in here... Jake's coming for a visit and should be here today sometime. Will be good to have a distraction and a friend to talk to all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110363141776599625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110363141776599625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-i-cant-sleep-for-life-of-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110321207632357116</id><published>2004-12-16T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:47:56.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the artist"boredom stands on a border drawnby a sleight of hand with a question markerasedand re-drawn in a lighter shade...and who the hell do you think you are?with fucking dollar signs where your eyelids are,or should be...either way, it's your disease...one drop starts a waterfallstarts a tidal waveand the slightest stormun-makesevery thing you'll ever love...what do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110321207632357116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110321207632357116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/artist-boredom-stands-on-border-drawn.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110297066646586181</id><published>2004-12-13T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:44:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Played the Bull Bar last night to a nearly-packed house, and had a blast as always. I always kinda wonder what makes the evenings 'tick' in the way that they do at the ol' Bull on sunday nites. I get the feeling that it's a combination of the drink flow, the energy I put out musically, and the shit I talk frequently.It's funny. I never really think that I take myself too seriously. I know there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110297066646586181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110297066646586181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/played-bull-bar-last-night-to-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110270303907500771</id><published>2004-12-10T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:25:26.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my friend Chris took me to the Seminole HardRock Casino a few weeks ago, and I was looking around while he was playing poker... I stumble across this flying V looking guitar with dimes stuck all over it... I was like "holy shit, there is a Dimebag Darrell guitar in the friggin' Hard Rock???"When I was 16 or 17, I learned the songs "Cowboys from Hell" and "Walk" to a note. I couldn't do the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110270303907500771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110270303907500771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-my-friend-chris-took-me-to-seminole.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110262214420235413</id><published>2004-12-09T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:55:44.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"mache recipe"a crumpled paperin the corneron the floor of my carthe glove compartmentwhere I had put it;hanging ajaryou had called me outin your journaland threw the pages awayin the garbage where I could see itso I started to read:"he's been drinkinghe doesn't love melike I love him and it makes memakes me crazy...I should close the doorand not open it no morefor the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110262214420235413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110262214420235413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/mache-recipe-crumpled-paper-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110252329067056029</id><published>2004-12-08T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:28:10.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In which the singer starts singing a different tune..."So here is the deal. This year I've read both Johnny Cash's autobiog, "CASH" and Chicago author Greg Kot's book on Wilco, "Learning How to Die". Two of my biggest heroes (Cash &amp; Jeff Tweedy) decided at some point in their careers that the drugs and/or drinking simply did not work. Jeff Tweedy was around my age and was rocking in Uncle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110252329067056029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110252329067056029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-which-singer-starts-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110251978205310123</id><published>2004-12-08T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T10:29:42.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I werea child's topand that you weremy owneryou'd take and spin, spin, spin, spin me aroundhold me up and let me fall to the groundI could... if you would?I wish I werea toy soldiernot a dead soldierspilling on the baralcohol, spinspinspin me aroundhold me up and let me fall to the groundI would, but I really should be good but...I'll fall back into your arms... I'll fall..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110251978205310123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110251978205310123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wish-i-were-childs-top-and-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110243587172741501</id><published>2004-12-07T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:11:11.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt a disturbance in The Force and now I know it was Jeff Snow's excitement level going through the roof...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110243587172741501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110243587172741501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-felt-disturbance-in-force-and-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893093.post-110243335894292146</id><published>2004-12-07T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T10:29:18.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not only were MUSE wonderful live, they were gracious enough to take pictures with a couple of my best friends... Big thanks to Jeremy at the Buzz for the hookup... you made Nick &amp; Kate's day!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110243335894292146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5893093/posts/default/110243335894292146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerblanketmusic.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-only-were-muse-wonderful-live-they.html' title=''/><author><name>keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589770165035590291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
