"Our hands higher, reaching for nothing certain but everything at
once. Katie erupts from the left of the altar, grabbing a microphone.
Words spill into its structure, down its cord like a racing needle and
into our veins. Pump me full. Every face in the congregation is all
teeth and curved lips, dimples catch tiny beads of sweat but we will
never close our mouths. This is forever..."

More at tracewilliamcowen.com

Press release:
Hi. We're blink-182. This past week there’ve been a lot of questions
about the current status of the band, and we wanted you to hear it
straight from us. To put it simply, We're back. We mean, really back.
Picking up where we left off and then some. In the studio writing and
recording a new album. Preparing to tour the world yet again.
Friendships reformed. 17 years deep in our legacy.



Summer 2009.



Thanks and get ready...



More info:

www.blink182.com & www.myspace.com/blink182

I know I'm 17 years late on this, but...

An achingly beautiful portrait of a part of America we often forget...or neglect altogether.  A lovely film.

When was the last time it felt so good to be an American?
I am truly proud.



We stand at the edge of the past, reaching arms into a glorious future.

Jump.

To Truly Be
Trace William Cowen

I just want to exist.
To be heard if not understood.
To be tasted if not absorbed.
To shatter, jagged and strewn across the best of minds.  And the worst.  Especially the worst.  Resting on the fluffy pink of brain between childhood memories and lyrics to your favorite songs.
To be applied if not successful.
To exist, fully and without apology.
Without direction but pointed toward certainty.
Toward inevitable immortality.
Because life any other way doesn't make sense. 
Because life any other way is death.

Are you living or dying.
Are you invincible.

(an excerpt from "?")

The Fireman - Sing The Changes


From Paul McCartney (as The Fireman)'s fantastic new album Electric Arguments.

The Fireman on MySpace