1. 14:36 3rd May 2012

    Notes: 2

    Anonymous asked: What's the number one thing you look for in a girl?

    I think the initial thing that usually pulls anyone’s attention is some sort of physical attraction, which very much differs from person to person.  When it really comes down to it though, the number one characteristic I look for in a partner is if they are someone I can trust.  If you can’t trust the person you are with then it is bound for failure.  

    (Hint: Can someone please give me a job writing a love advice column for some magazine or website or whatever?)  

     

  2. 14:27

    Anonymous asked: Could you write here the Bare Bones lyrics?

    I don’t really want to revisit this song fully, if you really still want the lyrics for this though, then just e-mail me instead and i’ll sort it out freddyruppert@gmail.com 

     

  3. 10:27 1st May 2012

    Notes: 2

    Anonymous asked: how are you feeling when you're performing and the audience is just sitting and staring at you?

    I do my best to not pay attention to the audience ever unless they are handing free alcoholic drinks to me or throwing bottles/glasses at my head.  

     

  4. 05:11 29th Apr 2012

    Anonymous asked: did you keep those old photostrips? (twitpic)

    I’m the kind of person that never keeps anything.  The less stuff you have the more happier you are.  

     

  5. 07:34 23rd Apr 2012

    Notes: 4

    image: Download

    Prague, April, 2012.  Photo by Amir Shoucri 

    Prague, April, 2012.  Photo by Amir Shoucri 

     

  6. 04:22

    Notes: 6

    Anonymous asked: are the lyrics for Home From the Wars EP printed anywhere?

    http://freddyruppert.bandcamp.com/album/home-from-the-wars-ep

    1. HOME FROM THE WARS

    maybe it’s the feeling you get
    just beyond the hill
    when you see all the city lights
    maybe it’s that feeling you get
    at the bottom of a bottle
    and then it really hits you
    you’re never, never coming home from the wars
    you let your whole life be defined by it
    moments you can’t prevent
    every last drop ‘til you forget
    maybe it’s that feeling you get
    when you feel like dying
    under the blurry street lamps
    maybe it’s the feeling you get
    under a bath tub of water
    and then it really hits you 
    you’re never, never coming home from the wars
    2. AN INTOLERABLE REIGN
    what’s your bluest memory?
    this is me at 19
    searching for a landmark
    edging beyond the waves
    this is me at 25
    sucking down a landmark
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i let your deaths define me
    the state i’m always in
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i’m always running circles
    around the things i cast off
    what’s your greyest memory?
    breaking with one too many
    not to bad at tying one on
    you can never calm down
    this is me at 14
    just barely breathing
    i look too damn nervous
    never ever shining
    nothing shuts me up
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i let your deaths define me
    the state i’m always in
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i’m always running circles
    around the things i cast off
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i’m still always here….
    the same places i’m always going
    mother, mother lead heavy
    i built this entire reign
    the state i’m always in
    3. UNDER LOOSE STONES
    you will carry that burden
    of all the drunk ancestors
    and all their mistakes you can call your own
    a sick family handdown
    an obsession with tedium
    and a fate that tastes bitter
    i’m the great star watcher im not buying any of it
    hold my tongue, it just causes me troubles
    your friends are whoring
    boring me to death
    your friends are whoring
    boring me to death
    there is no redemption in work
    just hours lost
    just reveling in the past
    i bet he sings another song
    about his poor dead mother
    exploiting all the feelings already owned
    i’m the great star watcher i’m not buying any of it
    hold my tongue, it just causes me troubles
    your friends are whoring
    boring me to death
    your friends are whoring
    boring me to death
    under loose stones i find bottles and halos.  
    4. HERO’S DEATH
    i think heaven has found a place for you
    i can’t see any justice if not
    savior of a million awkward teenagers
    savior of a million lost souls
    but now i see you turning, turning slowly away
    and i can’t blame you.  
    5. COWARD
    without caution i find myself turning back to it
    no perfect replacement
    mother in a faceless portrait
    yes, i’ll have another
    yes, i’ll have another
    those with their own god always have it easier
    i learned that the unliving 
    make the best number ones
    now doesn’t that sound like a coward?  
    they said eventually you will just have the fond
    but all i see is bed sores
    maybe i’m getting used to it
    yes, i’ll have another
    yes, i’ll have another
    those that choose their own fate
    always have it easier
    6. TO HELL WITH THIS WHOLE DAMN CITY
    to hell with this whole damn city
    it’s not so cute anymore
    i’m a sorry sentimental bastard with a boring disposition
    hey girl, i’m not really so tough
    it’s just a lie
    but maybe that’s why you love me
    no grace, but maybe that’s fine
    yea, i’ve got some jokes
    but they aren’t any good
    well what are you thinking about?
    I spend all my time figuring out how to do nothing at all
    I swear if I have one more drink
    I’ll start talking about airplanes
    Or I’ll pick a fight over one of your ex boyfriends on the long walk home
    I’m sorry that’s not very cool
    It’s just the drinks talking
    Lets chalk it up to a foreign land
    and my ever lasting insecurities
    to hell with this whole damn city
    to hell with this whole damn city
    to hell with this whole damn city
    to hell with this whole damn city….
    to hell with my god damn self
    i’m not good at it
    but you give me love, you give me time
    and your side i want to die by

     

  7. 06:14 14th Apr 2012

    Notes: 4

    Joyce Manor

    I’ve been friends with Barry from Joyce Manor for quite awhile.  When I was doing This Song Is A Mess But So Am I we used to play some shows together with an old band of his called The English Work Standard.  Pop punk is something that has always held a place in my heart.  The new Joyce Manor record is an amazing record of 9 songs in 13 minutes.  When I was talking to Barry about it, he told me that it is like a pop punk record in the breath-span of a powerviolence record.  I really liked the idea of that.  Each song feels just like a super great idea and then it is done.  You hear the amazing hook in the song one time and before you know it you are half way through the next song.  Their first S/T record has very much the same approach as well.  Barry wrote me and asked if I would just do a remix of their song “See How Tame I Can Be” for fun.  Here is a remix I did for the track that sticks to the nature of brevity the original has with an emphasis on the melancholy.  Just super simple and brief.  I believe Jamie from Xiu Xiu is also doing a remix of the song.  

     

  8. 05:59

    Notes: 3

    The greatest poem of all time….

    Everyday I come home from work and attempt to finish new songs for the next Former Ghosts album but feel as if I am getting nowhere.  Inspiration works in very horrible ways sometimes.  This poem by Raymond Carver called “Your Dog Dies” is quite possibly the greatest thing ever written about inspiration and maybe even the feeling of exploitation behind it…  

    “Your Dog Dies” By Raymond Carver

    It gets run over by a van.
    you find it at the side of the road
    and bury it.
    you feel bad about it.
    you feel bad personally,
    but you feel bad for your daughter
    because it was her pet,
    and she loved it so.
    she used to croon to it
    and let it sleep in her bed.
    you write a poem about it.
    you call it a poem for your daughter,
    about the dog getting run over by a van
    and how you looked after it,
    took it out into the woods
    and buried it deep, deep,
    and that poem turns out so good
    you’re almost glad the little dog
    was run over, or else you’d never
    have written that good poem.
    then you sit down to write
    a poem about writing a poem
    about the death of that dog,
    but while you’re writing you
    hear a woman scream
    your name, your first name,
    both syllables,
    and your heart stops.
    after a minute, you continue writing.
    she screams again.
    you wonder how long this can go on.
     

  9. 05:12 8th Apr 2012

    Anonymous asked: What are your thoughts on the somewhat recent trend of fan-made music videos? Do like and/or support them (presupposing they are actually well made)?

    I think the opinion of whether or not something is “actually well made” is based purely on someone’s subjective taste.  

    I have no feelings against someone feeling a need to create something.  

     

  10. 05:00

    Anonymous asked: do u have tshirts for sale

    Not right now.  Magic 8 ball says: Ask again later.