half memory, half forgetfulness

fictional characters

i have a crush on Charles Saint-Loup, a man who does not exist (actually he may once have, does Proust not talk about real people?). i think zac effron is hot in 17 again (the fact that i watched 17 again, i liked it too). i cry all the time (a beyonce song made me cry, she has so much fucking soul godamn). i no longer use my bathroom because there is a red spider living next to the toilet.i try to go to bed before midnight but my insomnia just makes me sleep awfully, i'd rather be awake and drinking like i used to. everyone is going to die that makes me all weird inside. it is raining so i can't walk down the canal which i have done every day since ive been home (yesterday i went JOGGING, this is unlike me and i do not like it). ive been dreaming about carmen ghia again. i held her in my lap and carried her around new york last night. my daily horoscope no longer makes any sense because i literally do not have interactions outside of myself and my parents. i'm almost halfway through "in search of lost time" so half the day i am an adolescent french boy with a nervous disposition and asthma.


from "reasons why i should start socializing again" by liz.

Dani was in Peru on her porch and i was walking over the shitty fucking highway bridge i must cross everyday to get to smith street from battey st but i was still talking to DANI IN PERU ON HER PORCH so what i'm saying is
it's silly to be grumpy over a 3am walk across town
AMAZING THINGS HAPPEN
we both had been listening to the smiths, too

Friday XIII

john and i sang "friday XIII" for rolling stone magazine and they just put it up on their website!



i need to stop laughing nervously.
and brooklyn vegan called me fat, so i should stop being fat too.

i might also have learned french

the louvre launched their database in english last week
i can look up information on 22,000 pieces of art from their archives!!!

i laughed myself into confusion and then i got scared

tomorrow we leave california for good, and start back towards the middle of the country.
chris and i are somewhat relieved, as the weed here is plentiful but WAY TOO STRONG for our fragile new england minds.

two video examples of how dumb we really got:

we played out an entire medieval scene this night.

Tour Diary: lincoln, nebraska from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

in washington, andy jams on the first ever sampler while everyone else stares at the wall.

tour diary: bellingham, washington from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

omaha, nebraska

i'm leaving for omaha, nebraska tomorrow !

i'm a merch girl now.

i passed out next to my husbands legs

i spent the day alone with garage band in an attempt to write an R&B song. i think i should have stopped after the eight hour point, because the results are ridiculous, SCARY, and i still sound like a white girl.








i stole some lyrics from a Satie interview
gave a shout out to early 90's monica,
michael jackson,
and from chris ryan i borrowed "are you karaoke?"

david the pineapple and dustin the italian are going to be here in a few hours. i am fucked.

YES

my song
"two weeks till the midwest" is in what looks like the most emo film of all time!!

the dutch production company contacted me almost a year ago and explained the premise to me as this:
"In a world in which a human life lasts just one day and where every action is a one-off, a boy and a girl fall so in love that they cannot bear this existence where everything happens only once. In the belief that they can prolong their love they flee to hell."

"We think that the music from Liz Isenberg fits perfectly with our film."

the trailer just came out.



i'm pretty pysched about the weird knife scene.

GO TO THE MET

the francis bacon retrospective at the metropolitan museum of art IS INCREDIBLE
IT IS INCREDIBLE

big skies and two buff jams

a lot of sky and two fucking buffalos: my tour diary
















a rainbow!

i'mhomei'mhomei'mhomei'mhomei'mhome!

while uploading the few photos i have of this tour, i noticed (since all the images are labeled by date shot) that i have taken a picture on (almost) the exact same day in april for three years in a row.


09

lubbock, texas

08

newport, rhode island

07

northampton, massachusetts

all with a duct tape backwindow.

i drove into portland from santa cruz last night i drove straight through our 5,000th mile (we will probably drive another 5,000 miles home)

since it was one of our first true days off we slept and got drunk, finally. we drank and drunk dialed the east coast at an inappropriate time.

we are not broke but the sun is coming out

i am sleepy
and everything was fine

i was wearing lucky underwear

we almost died tonight and it was scary. glenna was sleeping and woke up to me saying oh god oh god
our car swerved, turned 180 degrees right onto oncoming traffic. i had to get out and try and breathe a little so i did and then we got back on the road
then someone crashed right into us. glenna was screaming.

randy came and drove us to the venue he is our little angel he put cardboard and tape to cover the shattered back window.
my guitar is a little fucked up.

when we got to the venue all of our equipment was soaked
i spent the first ten minutes in the bathroom stall, shaking uncontrollably

godamn

!!

i get to open for kimya dawson in california!

poor wanderin one

when it gets late i'm weird always consistently weird in the same way
the repetition is embarrassing

late nights are always late nights but they are becoming more and more of a big pain
albeit easier to avoid
sleeping eight hours a night is a new, beautiful, fucking amazing thing!
sometimes i still have insomnia but its rarer and sort of comforting to know its not just me and the destruction etc

tonight brendan, james, and i spent too many hours in the asbestos filled basement of battey street but it was worth every minute for now there are amazing organ solos on my new cd.

james is asleep on my floor and its nice not even a little sad to hear familiar sounds its nice even the snores

ok well maybe i've the tiniest sigh but i'm a big sigher and its late
liz go sigh yourself to sleep ok

laugh track

laugh track from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

six years of snickering condensed into two minutes.

why is deer tick so big? it's amazing and i feel like a proud mother.
it's also good for my self esteem but not good for late night googling of my name.

Singing Beings from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

the thaw is a fucking beautiful thing

today was almost perfect and so must be recorded for future reference:

early rise, trip for large coffee and bagel
new song written and recorded!
the gym (actually humiliating and it broke my spirit but my spirit is a pussy so it goes)
an hour and a half of yoga class with kyla where they give you eye pillows
large burritos with than, kyla, marguerite, and little baby elska
shitty $1.99 movie at the Patriot, one large corona
goodnights, hot shower,
pajamas
one half chocolate eclair

two weeks before ghia the pup has a mental breakdown, the whole gang sits down for brunch to figure it all out!


Talkin it out! from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

mama mia

with nothin but time on my hands and enclosed by suburbs, ive been re-learning how to play my parents piano. i've taught myself how to play the opening from philip glass's glassworks, metamorphosis I and sorta II, Yann Tiersen's Valse de Amelie, and am beginning Satie's Gymnopedies I and Gnossiennes I. if only i had the fingers and wing span of rachmaninoff.

also, i want to write a musical and dance around a streetlight
like in singin in the rain or west side story

biiittchhheessss