Quick Nick-isms Name: Nicholas Martin Age: 19 Loc: Tucson, AZ Occ: Student Favs: Fall, Rock & Roll, Steve Martin, X-mas, Driving, Jones Soda, Bowling, Adam Voith, Air Drums (see picture), The New Songs (My Songs) have one to add?   Show Dates I sing and play guitar and on occasion you can now find me doing this in public. Here's the where and and when: Jan 25: w/ Table For One and Burning Troy @ the Living Room Feb 9: w/ Burning Troy and a band TBA @ Modified Arts (Phoenix)	Saturday, December 8 [Passionate, regretful, well written thoughts on loves past has been removed from this space: A decision not to post because it delves too deep into my person. Please know it exists.] link it up | | 10:27 AM AZ Friday, December 7 High school ended for me in May. At that time, I knew that most of the good friends I was graduating with were moving to destinations other than Tucson so that they could pursue their educations, and eventually, careers. I knew that having them go would affect my social life, but only in small ways I assumed. I'd have to make some new friends, I'd have to open myself up more to strangers, etc. Nothing too difficult. Tonight however, proved to throw a new wrench into the plot as I attended a formal dinner (tie, nice shoes, look sharp, smell good type thing) with most of my high school friends before they all shuffled off to their Formal filled with food, friends and "gettin' down". At the end of the dinner, I said an awkward "Good-bye, see you at the party afterwards!" type of leaving speech and headed to my car and eventually home while every one else headed to their respective cars and eventually hours upon hours of fun and dancing. And for a moment, just for a brief moment (although it seemed like an eternity) I really, truly missed high school. link it up | | 8:42 PM AZ A Chem Lab final scheduled for 8am, a missed alarm for 5:45, bolting out of bed when learning it's actually 8:36, and a frantic email to my lab professor have all been the major events of my day so far. I've been up for half an hour and already things aren't going well. link it up | | 8:58 AM AZ Thursday, December 6 "You're on a roll," has been the main comment of my evening. The topic of conversation? The fact that I've written six songs in less than three weeks (and they're all good). The possibility of heading into a professional recording studio and laying down the tracks blows my mind and having nothing but good words and complete support from everybody I talk to has about the same effect. What a crazy, absolutely ridiculous semester I've had. link it up | | 11:20 PM AZ Wednesday, December 5 Mat (the mystery inantimate objects commenter) put me in a new category on his buddy list today: Sucka fo Luv. link it up | | 11:00 PM AZ Tuesday, December 4 The bare bones: I stare out at a dry dessert every morning on my commute to school. A dessert that is generally covered with smog and filled with disgusting people who have disgusting habits and can't see those habits for the smog. Here, I had it all planned out-- a journal entry titled Don't Mess With The New Nick Martin that sought to make the point of "Even though all my important things got stolen and I've been really down about lots during the last couple of weeks, I have bounced back. With a new journal in hand and new attitude to boot, I can take back this town and make the next few weeks incredible!" Unfortunately I got hit with a ton of bricks tonight while thinking about the assignments I still have yet to make up: AN ENTIRE SEMESTER'S WORTH OF HUMANITIES WORK WAS IN THAT COMPUTER. Something I hadn't thought about until now. All the journal entries that I had typed along the way that were all due at the end of the semester were on the hard drive and there is not a single back-up copy anywhere. I was counting on that grade too. So, instead of a proud, keep-your-head-up-high entry, I find myself tonight sometime after 9pm writing angst filled journal entries about my semester being over along with the good grades I had been working hard for all year long. Wonderful. link it up | | 9:19 PM AZ ::YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO WHEN...:: I'm still certain that THE stoplight is communicating with me. There's no doubt about it now. For the past few weeks, I was sure that the constant green light that it had been championing so uncharacteristically was a sign directed toward me. The word, GO spun around my head like cartoon birds each time my travels directed me beneath its emerald glow. I was convinced that there was nothing standing in the way of my relocation and independence elsewhere and this traffic signal was my proof. Last night, my journey was bringing me home. The clock on my dashboard read 11:33 (which meant that it was really 29 after 11-- I always set my car clock four minutes fast to ensure I arrive to my various destinations on time) and I was sure, arrogant of the fact almost, that the light would be in go in my favor as it had without exception for the past few weeks. But, distress and alarm! RED! A car making a left hand turn into the oncoming lane was the culprit of the changing signal which placed me beside myself. "What do I make of this," I cried, "Should I stop planning my escape from this city?" Doubt, clutter, and a million questions replaced GO in the loop around my skull. My hopes, my world, and my confidence all stopped just as my car had done only moments before. I gathered myself, calmed, and a staring contest quickly ensued between the ill-omened red light. Hours past in the few moments that my Elantra sat still. Until: Victory! Friendly green and go returned and I proceeded through the intersection, all the while looking at the green light and throwing out a question after question in it's direction. Finally, as my last view of the light fell behind and mingled with my exhaust, a new phrase popped into my head; "I am but just a traffic light. I can't change the your life any more than I can change the weather. Just go and live your life, don't put so much merit on reds and greens." link it up | | 12:14 PM AZ Monday, December 3 The new Brandtson album will be released through Deep Elm mail order soon. That, coupled with the fact that the most anticipated new album of my life to date; the Gloria Record full length is being released in January makes me wonder, "Am I dead because this must be heaven." Unfortunately the real, real world still isn't getting along with me. I'm on day seven of that headache. C'mon everybody, I need some love. link it up | | 3:38 PM AZ Sunday, December 2 I browsed through some colognes today (yes, I'll admit, I want to smell better at times) but my understanding that I don't know the first thing about the male perfumes stopped me dead in my tracks. The last bottle of the scented liquid I had was a gift from a girl I used to know, but that broke one day when I dropped it on the bathroom counter. I haven't owned one since. What I'm getting at is this: if you're female, looking for a holiday gift for Nick Martin, have a good smeller, and can't quite figure out what to get me...well there you go. I'm clueless when it comes to those things. link it up | | 11:57 PM AZ The fortune cookie fortunes don't lie. At a party this evening, I was hit over the head with a figurative stick when I realized that, not only do I have some of the best friends a guy could have, but also some very talented ones. Some of these people can play guitar and sing songs and are creative like no other. It's very contenting, meaning that it makes me feel foolish for ever hating this town or this state and for ever wanting to leave. Secondly, while at this party this evening, I maintained a small (very small) audience while I played some of the songs I've been working on lately. Yes, songs of mine are actually starting to see the light of day. Among others, descriptions of my writing and songs included pretty, inspiring, and clever. That kind of thing can make a boy feel pretty darn good about himself, and tonight it did just that. And I'm realizing this: if I write two more songs, I'll have an even 6 and could start playing around town. Intimidating? I think so. link it up | | 1:40 AM AZ archive | email	Brandtson Dial In Sounds John Coltrane Giant Steps In The Country Of Last Things by Paul Auster Liars Academy No News Is Good News Various Matt's XMas Gift Fifteen Minutes Fast the Demo Matt (Rocker's Life) Darren (party!) Liz (Step Into...) Mallory (Immune...) Mat (Stars Are...) Fred (The Sanch) Burning Troy Deep Elm Records stevemartin.com TNI Books Retarded Buttons The Rock Calendar