You ARE the lucky one

Today it's one year ago I interviewed Shawn Harris from The Matches, in their tour bus in Manchester. The first interview. The second one will be featured in the Warped Tour documentary. He wore pants in the first one. Not in the second one.

Thank you Shawn, you were and still are a good interview-victim. I know for a fact that lots of people all over the world have appreciated the interview.

For those of you who still haven't listened to it, visit our website www.freewebs.com/chucow and go to the archive. It's the Matches-special.

I can't leave without thanking Miles Hurwitz, the Wiz, for giving me the opportunity in the first place. Preparations for both the radio-interview and the Warped Tour-documentary were made with his help. Nothing would have been possible without him, and with risk of sounding awfully cheesy and oniony - I am, truly, forever grateful for all the help. I don't think he knows how much this has meant.

Thank you Miles, Shawn, and the rest of the band. Hopefully our journey doesn't end here.
See you in Manchester, the city of nostalgia.

They may be my own reasons, but they're still reasons nonetheless

A man from the dead is singing to me. Reaching out from the other side I meet him in the speakers.

I came to think of this man a few days ago, as an effect to the second comment on this blog all through history. I showed it to my friend Sarah, an attempt to test her skills and see if she would make any sense out of it, and she instantaneously bursted out: "Isn't a leotard what Freddie Mercury wore?"
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Yeah, this one-update-every-day is starting to annoy me. Eventually I will positively grow bored of it yet another time, if no more comments will be recieved. It was a one-hit-wonder the last time, and I somewhat doubt that the very much alive singer I once shared the stage with will take the time to peek in here again.

To anyone who is interested (I suspect a smaller group of scattered people not present), I can report that the documentary is coming together splendidly. I plan to be finished in time for the next encounter in November. To behold facial expressions is so much more fun than merely some positive/negative words on a screen.
Wish me luck.

Besides - you make no sense!

Yesterday, while sitting on the local transportation (otherwise known as the mellow yellow bus) , on my fare home, I saw a brown rabbit sitting on a limited piece of green grass by the curve of the hospital (the one where bodies go with physical difficulties, not the one where souls go with mental difficulties). Boxed in its own world it was munching away on the most natural thing; grass.

Today, while taking the same route to get to the same place, I see a brown rabbit sitting on the exact same spot as the one the day before. If it was in fact the same rabbit merely visiting the favorite diner of his/hers , or a cousin-rabbit, or if I had a genuine deja vú moment; I cannot tell.

While making my way home through rainy weather, crossing bridges of perhaps troubled water and risk getting run over by ignorant drivers using reverse, I find the solace by only the voices in my head, not always self-made. But that's a different story. And that was an unnecessary long sentence.
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The feeling I possess now can only be compared to being in love. But instead of a charming character as cause of this said state of mind, it is a product of art that covers my heart. You call me crazy for loving a flat thing, I call myself passionate about my work. Truth, which we can't escape, is that I feel lucky for the opportunities I've gained and handled with great respect. That is the cause of this rarely recognized emotion.
And, for the record, no one can ever accuse me of being disrespectful.

Whoever I was then, I can't ever be again.

Sometimes I wonder how I can be so loyal

I had half an entry all done about my scroller; it's insane. But I decided against it, my other self suddenly realized the utter lack of importance. Not that I reflect much in this soup, of any importance, on any occasion. But still. That was doubtfully unnecessary.

Aspired by the extraordinary, dress-loving (wearing them, yes) being who commented my last entry I'll pick the left line up for some undecided time. Thank you for the comment, which was well more than "bump". I won't go into the whole chapter about my brain's circuit during the comprehension; let's just leave it at thank you. Turned out you were my "air".

Staying on the subject (you people are not stupid, I don't have to explain the connection) I will post a little something I've treasured within the frames of my screen. Enjoy this exclusive material: soon enough it won't be exclusive anymore.

Oh what the hell, I'm too lazy to wait for the upload - I haven't had great experiences with uploads on here anyway - so, just follow the link if you're interested. If the words liquorice and armpits call to you, I recommend it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tq94dWmL4hM

I guess I have to go eat before my mom accuses me of being anorexic of some sort.

I'll live through it

Haven't updated in ages. Grew bored of the phenomena. Or just simply finding it unnecessary since obviously no one's reading anyway. If they are, people are not kind enough to comment. Bump would be fine.

Outspoken question to the air: Does anyone know exactly what a Master Use License is? I'm having trouble.

Reading through my previous posts, more and more clearly it anti-fades before me that this space has been exposed and somewhat hurt by my insanity. Love moves like a car crash. What can I say.
Upcoming faxing business to attend in a few days. I still have no clue what it is that's expected from me.