I’m really hungover.
Did I just write that?
I saw “It Follows” last night. What a horrible fucking movie that was. Half way through the film I got up and walked over to the liquor store next to the theater and bought a bottle of Early Times. Poured it in my Coca-Cola and got wasted as I wasted my time watching the rest of that fucking film.
Am I dying? I’m thinking about becoming Hindu. Red dot and all. Vendetta. Moksha.
I can’t believe this world makes me wake up in the morning. And take showers (I love showers). I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M TYPING ALL THIS DOWN IN A COMPUTER. And I think I’m going to believe a religion that worships elephants and cows. What should I believe in? Fuck Believe. I believe in fucking (sex), I’ve seen that. I have seen huge grass hills and beautiful oceans. That’s something. Something beyond what you can see. Green grass flickering in the sun. The purple and blue colors under street lamps far away from your pathetic fucking job that shoves money down your throat every time your boss cums on your face. That’s something. Dogs. Dogs are the only species that have no hell. This is a fact that has been proven by scientists and bums. Light. Light is good. I like black. You know what I don’t give a shit about? Taking pictures. But I do it all the time and spend a ton of cash every week doing it. Making movies, I care about that. Writing, I care about that. Pictures, I don’t give a shit. Well, I don’t care about the pictures. I like taking them. That explains why I spend so much money on film and getting shit developed. I like other peoples pictures. Maybe I like mine too. Maybe I don’t think about it. Maybe that’s why I do it

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Website still under construction but I don’t mind if you take a look around: www.nickmatsas.com


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Sheer Mag – Point Breeze
Fat White Family – Is It Raining In Your Mouth?
Motorcycle Crash – Wishbone
Dwight Twilley Band – Looking For The Magic
The Nerves – Many Roads To Follow (Demo)
Courtney Barnett – Depreston
Townes Van Zandt – (Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria
Bob Dylan & George Harrison – Yesterday (1970)
Acker Bilk – Stranger On The Shore

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Oh sweet nineties
How you’ve aged so well
Who’d have thought
You’re quaint now
You dignified decade
Decade of Papa n Kurt Cobain
Decade of Pulp Fiction n iMacs n Natalie Novelli
You belong with the seventies now


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We could meet in another life
You and I
Not under false pretenses
Or sly gestures
But in a land of
Of promise
Where nothing’s lacking
And there’s a view of our lives
Right in front of us


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clover, ohio (wherever that may be)

His body jolted from sleep, fragments of dreams dissolving all around him. As his vision came into focus he could make out her arthritic hand reaching across him, pointing out the rectangular window. “Right down there,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat.

She pointed out the window again, saying, “I was telling you that’s where I live. Right down there – little town called Clover. That’s where I live.”

He nodded his head, looking out the window through buttered popcorn clouds, gazing down at the brown and tan squares below, silent and still. 

“Got a two and a half hour drive ahead of me tonight from the airport, can you believe that?” she continued, shifting in her seat, “Course I could have flown into Cincinnati – it’s much closer to Clover. But it’s so much cheaper to fly into Columbus.”

She reached into her floral print purse and pulled out a wallet-sized photo of a young girl with blonde pigtails and buckteeth.

“This is my Lizzy May. She’s my granddaughter. She Lives in Clover too. I picked up some souvenirs for her at the airport in Vegas. Nothing fancy – just a magnet with her name on it and some sunglasses, but I’ll have to wait to give them to her till tomorrow. Suppose by the time I get back tonight she’ll already be asleep. Oh well, price you pay by flying into Columbus, am I right?”

She chuckled to herself and sat back in her seat. He looked at the tray table in front of him, littered with tiny plastic bottles of Bombay.

For a few moments they sat in silence, the sound of recycled air swirling around them, occasionally interrupted by muffled coughs that ping-ponged around the cabin. He checked his phone, scrolling through a text conversation with his dad about his last AA meeting. Re-reading it, he felt ashamed that he wasn’t more honest.

“You know,” she whispered, as if to not disturb him, “Las Vegas sure ain’t the same without my Teddy. We use to go on this trip every year together. Teddy loved blackjack. He once won $2500 at The Bellagio – can you believe that? Course after he passed I had a hard time taking the trip on my own. But that was years and years ago – way before little Lizzy was born. I’m much better now. Hell, sometimes I go to Vegas two – three times a year!”

She smoothed out her tan slacks and smiled. “Sometimes I wish Lizzy could’ve met her grandpa. Teddy was such a wonderful man.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said.

“Oh please, honey,” she exclaimed, “It was eons and eons ago…funny thing, getting old. You don’t start to realize it till you start realizing everything that you’ve let go. Letting go of things that use to be so important to you, people and places that you use to care about. You don’t even realize it, but you start letting them all go. But you have to I guess. If you held onto everything and everyone life would hurt too bad.”

The plane landed in Columbus fifteen minutes early. He followed the old lady out to the arrival gate, watching her wander around and squint at the signs and monitors around her. He felt like he should help her – to point her in the direction of Clover, Ohio, wherever that may be – but before he got to her she turned a corner and was swept away into a crowd of briefcases, screaming children, and bustling overcoats. 

His sister picked him up from the airport. She looked much older than the last time her saw her, but he told her, “You look great.” She could smell the alcohol on his breath, but didn’t say anything.

“We’re only a few minutes from the hotel, and the funeral home is right next store,” she said, throwing his suitcase into the trunk. “Mom wants us to be ready to go in the lobby by 8am.”

A few minutes later they were in the Days Inn parking lot, and his sister was crying and saying she wished she could have done more. He told her that she did all she could and that everything was going to be okay, even though he knew that was a lie. 

When he went to bed that night he thought of the little old lady from Clover. On the stained stucco ceiling of his hotel room, he envisioned a mosaic of her driving down a desolate highway in a rented sedan, all by herself. He hoped she got home okay. Nothing else in the world mattered more to him. 


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I didn’t consume nearly as much shit in February. This is partly to do with a week long road trip I took in the center of the month — where after a long day of driving, the only thing I wanted to consume was alcohol. That being said, something about the five movies I did watch is oddly compelling. You could probably build a solid foundation for a film school based on those five movies as your main curriculum.

The highlight of my February shit consumption was finally getting around to Townes Van Zandt. I don’t know what took me so long. EO

Alien 3 – David Fincher (1992)
Dazed And Confused – Richard Linklater (1993)
The Godfather Part. II – Francis Ford Coppola (1974)
Jurassic Park – Steven Spielberg (1993)
Terms Of Endearment – James L. Brooks (1983)

Broadchurch, Season 1 – Chris Chibnall (2013)

Hounds Of Love – Kate Bush (1985)
I Love You, Honeybear – Father John Misty (2015)
Townes Van Zandt – Townes Van Zandt (1969)

Ariel Pink @ Thalia Hall, Chicago, IL

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In Memphis
the phantom still stalks
with blue suede shoes on
and a pocket full of pills
down a street that shares his name

And at 5 AM
like counter-clockwork
he dances down Beale street
but no one watches
no one sees

And he spins and springs and he runs up the walls
and the sky turns briefcase black
and the moon is scared away

he cries mama where are you
but there is no reply

And at the first light of dawn
which springs like a leak from the mangy Mississippi
the phantom crawls on his elbows
blood bleeding from his nose
and he disappears into a wall
near where Union street meets one called Marshall
where the origin of all hurt was born

and he sleeps until the next night
when he haunts the streets again


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