PINK HOLLERS

The Hot Note Starving To Death

2012-01-27T21:02:00.001-05:00

We are happiest when we are playing music, when we are making it, when we are straddling music like a motorcycle.

We are not young and these days time is not abundant. No time for straddling. We absorb it like a ravenous prisoner, crumbs of music attacked. We are malnourished without it.

As always, by we I mean I.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Emergency Room Bedtime Stories

2012-01-23T15:28:00.001-05:00

Illness abounds, we hold their trembling ribcage. The only way to encourage health is to not imagine the worst.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Indulge Your Poon

2012-01-12T22:03:00.001-05:00

Days grind on with enough variation of routine to make it painful. "It's only Thursday," she said. "My knees feel like they're on fire," I replied. "We are not surfing or playing drums. We are not saving money. We're dying in our own aquarium." I was not communicating with the expectation of response.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Outsider Dreams

2012-01-10T15:21:00.001-05:00

We used to dream about flying. About blind babies with veiny, watermelon heads that lived behind the drywall, scratching their way around the house. We used to dream several times a night. Now we dream about reality. Boring dreams about authentic conversations. So we've begun imaginative therapy. We've started the discipline of reading Scandinavian folk tales before bed to fortify our dreams. Now the dead will be alive and we won't notice. Now a young girl will be an older boy, without question. Now our home is built on dirt. We are beginning to dream outside the walls again.From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,DP

Disenfranchised no longer

2012-01-01T19:02:00.001-05:00

It was a bottom-less drop but I scrambled quickly to make the responsible choices. Looking forward, prosperity and adventure appear to be asleep on the doorstep. I summon all the potentials and choose the one of glory.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Blast Beat Poetry

2011-11-27T22:38:00.001-05:00

Most days are dreadful. Today was not one of those. I understand-- we all understand.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

What's Not Happening

2011-11-22T17:32:00.001-05:00

Photo by Amélie Billie

Hair turns to snow in a matter of months. Headaches like the guy in Scanners. Barbed wire taxes strangling the more you struggle. The only 4-letter word that truly offends: debt. Give me a heavy blanket to hide
Under
Forever.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

D.W. Fearn VT1

2011-11-06T19:34:00.002-05:00

~~I am selling my most prized mic pre for $1,750, plus $59 shipping. This thing sells for $2,650 new. It's going to be missed but I'm sure it will wind up well-respected in a good studio.~~

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Heart Gone Awry

2011-11-02T09:20:00.001-04:00

We not only survived, we made something tangible-- this was the priority. However, the problem lay in our inability to socialize beyond a certain length of time. When that fuse extinguished, we folded into ourselves and hid in the safety of 5-star hotels. Getting our kicks with sunsets, iTunes movie rentals, and room service. Knowing all the while: we are really and truly broke, no one to bail us out.

Embrace Yourself

2011-10-29T05:19:00.001-04:00

With everything we strived for, we chickened out and handed our worldviews over like contraband. Then, we came upon the notion that 'the great End' was not such a bad thing if it meant we didn't have to stick around for 'the great End' of our nearest and dearest. Yes, that was quite a notion to snuggle up with.

Shitstorm

2011-10-13T22:13:00.001-04:00

We finally set up the Arctopus with the correct string gauges, added another spring, and got to try out the Cleartone swag. She purrs like a GTO now. Wearing our newly patched up denim, we felt real and whole again. Only for a moment, as the shitstorm returned as victor.

Samael, Ramones, Misfits, What?

2011-10-08T18:26:00.001-04:00

We were never impressed with Samael's "Blood Ritual" until we smoked and it was the greatest record ever made. In the sober light of day? It brings back fond memories.

Rites Of Darkness

2011-10-03T20:35:00.001-04:00

We are always preparing, never finishing. But the time is now to finish. Everything.

C + E = R

2011-09-29T16:32:00.001-04:00

What does consciousness joined with energy create? After you've found the answer, will you always remember it? And what is the job of a musician but try to fill the emptiness of existence?

Gore-less Joy

2011-09-20T17:07:00.001-04:00

The lessons, can we put them aside for a bit? It's time for gifts, for diaphanous mind-fuckery. The exams and the fire-- we've had enough, thanks. No more sirens unless it's to signify the celebration of a life finally in control.

Unholy Smokes!

2011-09-18T14:27:00.001-04:00

Despite our devotion to selfishness, it's surprising how selfless we are. We wanted nothing more when we were pimply yet fresh-skinned. Now that we're greying and flabbing, all bets are off. Greed becomes your friend when you have nothing.

Hat And Home With Viceroy

2011-09-14T06:05:00.001-04:00

We've managed to successfully make this a private place to store our mechanics. The exterior is dated, as always. It is the boundless interior that makes it shine.

The Moon Doth Forget Thy Dreams

2011-09-04T14:34:00.001-04:00

Abundance beyond is unmanageable for us, the poor. We are better suited to meagerness and skin tight hovels. With all of this extension, we have reached greater levels of overarching darkness.

Gradually, we break and snap. The thread that binds us together is not a rope.

It's Over, Under, and Through

2011-08-30T10:29:00.001-04:00

The bridge is over the water. Over the hills, through the woods. No use crying over spilled milk. He's over the hill. Game over. Do we have any leftovers?

The Sleeping Snake

2011-08-27T16:46:00.001-04:00

The pond dried up every night so we walked through with our flashlights to look at all the animals. I was stunned at how many snakes there were, burrowed in little mud beds. Some were huge and vicious-looking. I decided to wake up the biggest one so I got a big stick and tried to lift it out of the mud. It was very heavy so I started kicking it. I finally wedged it up and out of it's mud bed. As soon as it hit the ground it sprang to life and instantly disappeared in the darkness.

Planet-Ghosts

2011-08-20T09:26:00.001-04:00

With the usual internal dialogue there is the unusual external changes. Like a studying Rhodesian Ridgeback, we cock our heads at the surroundings and practice our Sanskrit. There is the sound of macrocosmic planet-ghosts, particles of exploded galaxies, in between radio stations. But we are too busy with gastuary delights to notice.

Curtains

2011-08-18T14:54:00.001-04:00

Not looking forward to climbing the wet, wooden staircase with a Midas Venice 320 under my arm, but it only hurts for a second.

I had a realization last night so terrifying that I can only share it anonymously. Time to start a blog I can hide behind, let my dark side flow fierce.

Until then, this is as close to danger I can get.

Is Everybody High

2011-08-17T08:09:00.001-04:00

I daresay, this may be the greatest live Ozzy-sans-Sabbath record of all time. If you remove Rhoads and Iommi from the equation, Brad Gillis was an underrated guitarist. You, on the other hand, will hate it-- for all the correct reasons! Ozzy let this go out of print, for different reasons. I got it when it was new and loved it. I even decoded the rune border surrounding the album, by figuring out the vowels first (it's an ode to Randy Rhoads). The only Sabbath record I owned was Master Of Reality, so this was my introduction to their other material.

The artwork and photography is great, the sound quality is clean yet analog, and ozzy is on fire.

Hearing this again, as an adult, reminds me how much I like these versions. It's the sound I was going for in Maurice-- which could be an explanation as to why everyone hated us!

Cheap Tit Action!

2011-08-16T06:59:00.001-04:00

We are selling the matched pair of Speck EQs on eBay right now, for any of you gear hounds in the audience. Bought from mercenary.com for $1,100. It's made it's way onto every Pajo release since purchase! Please find a good home for the bastard:

SPECK ELECTRONICS EQ ASC MATCHED PAIR FREE SHIPPING! | eBay

The Light And Other Nonsense

2011-08-15T08:36:00.001-04:00

The ones you cherish. The steadfast few. The Quisp-eating fools. The Curious George Einsteins. Without them you are just a man in a flat.

The ones you loathe. The fickle followers. The Big Mac Church of Christ. Shaun the Hypocritical Sheep. Without them you are just a God unfettered.

The ones you befriend. The infernal militia. Professional sinners. The Count Chocula Legion. Without them you are just a small town street at 3 AM.

Come Punch

2011-08-14T12:49:00.001-04:00

He begins his sizable, treacherous journey by carrying 28 guitars up 3 flights of stairs, in the pissing rain. "Is it really better to do things alone?" he muses while waiting for the locksmith. "Aye, it is always better," he determines. Although not always best, comes the punch.

AMPMMXI

2011-07-02T21:00:00.002-04:00

FLGPIVMMXI

2011-07-02T20:59:00.002-04:00

Maurice is alive!

2011-07-01T11:46:00.004-04:00

Finally available, the original demo Maurice (pre-Slint) sent to Glenn Danzig before we toured with Samhain in 1985! Go here: Maurice "The First Shall Be Last"

Casual Sex Allowed

2011-06-29T09:28:00.001-04:00

We've tried to mend split shins with feathers and gold dust. We've pushed the one-wheeled limousine to the cobblers. We drank pitchers of Shrapnel & Lace in honour of our Father of the Cloven Hoof. Yet remains the outcome of our efforts, the fruit of our prime-time pranks: trauma for all, shrinks.

Spit Therapy

2011-06-13T20:51:00.001-04:00

We have initiated the process, of dissolution. Of cannon-bearing. We omit the violence that lurks behind the the thin walls. Waiting for the slightest provocation to come barreling in. We are building up to another moment in the sun, always building to that. We do not don uniforms to suit our vagaries. This is not a scam. We are evangelists for carnality. We are blood-drenched mothers and fathers.

Indoors: No Such Nonsense

2011-05-28T21:06:00.001-04:00

There is a room with air conditioning on the second floor where the boys are staying. There were several ants on the bed so we killed them, but that only brought more. There was another bed next to the street but without air conditioning. One sweats all night, even with a fan, we were told. Still, we chose to sleep in there. Our father didn't mind the ants so he took the room with cool air.

Downstairs we went to charge our phones but lost interest when a massive cockroach came scuttling quickly towards us. We jumped up onto the chair and kept an eye on him. The maid, also in her pajamas, came into the room and smiled when she saw us being supreme American pussies.

There are small, fast, vicious (looking) spiders on everything. You cannot sit without ants and Mosquitos coming to you. You cannot shower without them going to your clothes, your towel. Smears of blood and Mosquitos on the sheets in our rooms. Giant cockroaches fall from the ceiling when you least expect it. Our arms and feet are spattered with swollen, rosy bug bites. Some of them itch.

Downstairs the girls are having a problem with lizards in their room. We have just been informed that there's a cockroach locked in the bathroom. We heard the cockroach before we saw it-- fat and mahogany with large wings.

The traffic noise was so loud last night, we awoke every half hour to the sound of crashing. It sounded as loud and clear as if they were in the room.

Then, at 4:45 AM, it begins. Across the street there is a church. The bells begin clanging, the loudspeaker starts, and it begins. The rosary.

The Patient Begged Him

2011-05-21T00:21:00.001-04:00

Rizal performed eye surgery on a boat. Pictured above are the actual instruments he used.

KKK Took My Baby Away

2011-05-21T00:06:00.001-04:00

We saw a diorama exhibit of the fascinating and bloody history of the Philippines. I didn't know they had a secret society, in the 1800s, that looked like the one pictured above. Similar yet entirely different to the one we have in AmeriKKKa.

Fort Santiago

2011-05-18T19:44:00.001-04:00

The humidity is driving us to blue water beaches. The impecunious squatters are demanding us to appreciate our indulgences. The blood-soaked food is pleasing to our bodies that have grown accustomed to falsehood.

Misterios

2011-05-17T11:08:00.001-04:00

Filipino history is an epic dream, more intense than any movie we've ever seen. This poor, beautiful country is rising out of neglect.

Walpurgisnacht

2011-04-30T10:33:00.001-04:00

This, and Halloween, are the only two holidays I really care about anymore. I should honor my birthday but I don't. The YYYs threw together a little shindig when we were in Switzerland and it was possibly the best birthday I ever had. Yeah, this year I'm gonna try and celebrate that I'm not dead.

I'm on the guest lists for both Krallice and Pinback tonight-- I never go out but oh boy when I do yuk yuk! I'm curious to see the support bands for Krallice. Pinback are always good.

I think I'm going to get a flattop before I go to the Philippines in a few weeks. Last time I had one was 1989. My first time in NYC. Slint played at the Pyramid Club. Thompkins Square Park across the street was a hobo shanty town. I walked with amazement through the park with Todd Brashear. I stuck my head under a water fountain, feigned a stuttering limp, and shouted gibberish as loud as I could. It was liberating to be as weird as I wanted and fit right in! I loved New York straightaway!

Rocking In A Cruel World

2011-04-25T21:35:00.001-04:00

"It wasn't me."

- Eddie Murphy

Sleep Rejoice

2011-04-15T13:31:00.001-04:00

We practice indulgence and join forces with the only organization we agree with, knowing full well it's a con as much as any other. As much as our days are treasured, our sleep rejoicing, even this freedom must come to an end. We must extricate ourselves by embracing the Hell in which we abide.

Lex Talionis

2011-04-12T10:59:00.001-04:00

We didn't believe the predictions and now our cheeks are rosy. There's only 18 hours left to decide wether we renew the lease or not. The dreaded Ides of April is coming up and iCal ain't my companion. Warm conviviality is reserved only for respectful guests. Time is a luxury you purchase.

Curtains Come Close

2011-04-07T12:53:00.001-04:00

Great odium propels me. It's a dangerous and inevitable time when your loved ones diminish in number. I summon the dark, I thrive in the emptiness.

Anasazi: The Making Of A Walking (Part IV)

2011-03-28T12:58:00.001-04:00

I returned with a t-shirt that said "Anasazi: The Making of a Walking". The area we hiked was once the turf for the Anasazi Indians. A rite of passage for young males was to leave them out in the wild for a while. Lave a boy, return a man-- you know the deal. I think the ritual is called "A Walking". Organic treadmill meditation.

You're Aging Well, You Old Mug!

2011-03-25T07:37:00.001-04:00

I still use the Touch & Go Records 10th Anniversary (1981-1991) coffee mug that Corey Rusk sent me.

Ears Apex The Speaker Triangle

2011-03-24T15:05:00.001-04:00

For the first time in several years, we've enjoyed the nostalgia of taking a record out of it's sleeve, putting it on the turntable, and listening to the din while examining the artwork. These are the first two records I played and it was awesome.

Anasazi: The Making of a Walking (Part III)

2011-03-23T14:03:00.001-04:00

The food cravings went away after a few days. One of the instructors found a tiny lizard and cooked it. No one wanted to try it but I had a bite-- not out of bravery, I just wanted to learn how to survive on my own. It tasted burnt and crunchy.

He also ate the apple cores that people threw away, stems and all.

The coldest night was when we slept on the side of a mountain. I was told to dig a little trench in the shape of my body so the wind would pass over me.

The kids were slowing us down, as well as the broken ankle guy and the obese family. But I was enjoying the weirdness of it all.

The instructors had never seen or done this trek before. Allegedly this was on purpose so that we would all be in the same boat. Other than a telephone line when we were dropped off initially, I don't recall seeing any sign of humans for the entire week. That's why I was there.

We reached a pretty steep ravine and the instructors were a little worried cuz we needed to go right through it. The author of the book and the hippy offered to go ahead and see if it was passable. At the last minute they asked if anyone wanted to go with them-- they said they would have to move very fast to beat nightfall and couldn't have anyone slowing them down. And it could be dangerous. I volunteered. Again, not from any sort of gallantry. I was just bored with our current pace.

In retrospect it really was a bit dangerous. The only way across the ravine was to walk on a very narrow path that hugged the cliff's edge, holding branches and roots for support. Nothing but sharp desert rocks below.

Too easy.

Once past the ravine they did move pretty quickly. I stayed right behind them. We stopped briefly at a small stream. We had been boiling water but the hippy instructor crouched down to drink directly from the stream. I, being a geek that didn't know shit, asked if we should use these little tablets that purify the water. He said I was correct but that it was up to me if I wanted to take the risk. He also pointed out that he never used tablets or boiled water and never had a problem. I drank the water.

It was on this part of the journey that the hippy interrogated my interest in the course. He said that everyone else was on this course because of their involvement with their church. He asked again how I learned of the course and I told him about writing a letter to the author of the survival book. He said I was different, I was here for a deeper reason than the others.

Well, duh, I thought.

When we found a place to settle for the night we ran back to get the others. We also found a slightly less treacherous route to get everyone over the ravine.

I don't remember much else about that day except that it was quite a struggle getting the guy on crutches and the big, whining family across the ravine. The poor fat kid was really crying and I felt sorry for him. I tried to help him but his parents intervened. I don't think that entire family said more than two words to me on that whole trip. I probably said less to them.

I watched the sunset with the girl I liked and she convinced me to read the Book of Mormon. I was curious about all religions, mostly Eastern and New Age stuff, so I was open to checking it out. It clearly convinced this group of people and I liked them, they seemed intelligent.

On Sunday we arrived at "civilization". Our destination camp site. Everyone kept asking me if I was going to the Testimonial. I didn't know what that was but of course I'd go.

We all sat in a circle, under the morning sun. Everyone looked different after a shower. Not better, just strange.

The hippy asked if anyone had never been to a testimonial before. I was the only one who raised his hand. He briefly described what it is-- where everyone shares some kind of personal revelation from God. He said it was voluntary and no one had to speak if they didn't want too.

He went first. He became so impassioned about his story he started to weep. Then the next person went. Same thing. One by one they each did a monologue about the tragedy that brought them to God, and everyone broke down in tears.

When it was my turn I waved them on-- I was the only one that passed. I still don't like to speak to groups and I was painfully shy then. By painful I mean that my shyness was so extreme it hurt people to witness it. I liked the passion these people had.

I got a cheap hotel and the girl gave me a copy of The Book of Mormon to read on my journey home. I promised her I would and we traded addresses.

Even though my food urges were long gone I got a Wendy's burger because I had wanted one so desperately a week ago. The first bite made me retch-- it tasted like I had bit into a loaf of pure salt.

I read quite a bit from The Book of Mormon on the bus home. I didn't buy it. I didn't believe that some lost texts of the Bible were bestowed on some Yankee. I believed he was a con artist who found a way to make money and obtain power (and polygamous fucking). I agreed with some of the lifestyle things and views of Nature but I quickly lost interest.

I wrote the girl and politely told her how I felt about The Book of Mormon. She gave me the same rhetoric about blindly having faith. I didn't write back. I never saw her again but I sure did feel something strong for her at one point in my youth.

Statement of Intent

2011-02-27T23:38:00.002-05:00

I would like to announce that I will no longer be performing live with Interpol on their upcoming campaign. I’ll be taking a break from touring to focus on family. There are no personal, artistic or health reasons—it’s really as simple as that!

I would like to thank Paul, Daniel, Sam, Brandon, everyone in the crew, and all of the Interpol fans for the remarkable support and patronage they have shown me during my time with them. I feel a tremendous amount of love and respect for everyone involved and will genuinely miss them.

I will continue to record and perform music, with bands as well as solo, I just won’t be touring as much. I am truly grateful for the experience and look forward to enjoying Interpol in the future, as a fan and friend.

Walk in light, walk in darkness.

DP
February 20, 2011

Anasazi: The Making Of A Walking (Part Two)

2011-02-16T12:24:00.001-05:00

I made it to a little town in Arizona. Got the cheapest hotel and went to meet the group the next morning. One of the first people I met as part of the course was a skinny dude with a long beard. He's older than me-- I was 19 at the time. I overhear him telling a woman, also on the course, that he has vowed not to cut his hair unless he can make the tools himself. He said the last time he cut his hair and beard he had to tie it off at the length he wanted and burn the remainder.

I met the author of the survival book and he seemed genuinely surprised that I was there.

The first day of the course they drove us out to a remote area and they mapped out a route. Neither of the instructors had ever been to the area before but they arranged pick up at a destination-- we just had to be there on the right day. They made us empty our pockets, we couldn't have anything. All I had was some money, a pack of Luck Strikes, and a lighter. It all went into the truck that was to meet us at the end of the course.

They gave us a can of beans or something, a tin cup, and a thin, canvas sleeping bag. I keep referring to it as a "thin, canvas sleeping bag" because when it got cold at night, you fucking froze.

On the very first day of the trip, the youngest and most athletic instructor fell and broke his ankle. They fashioned crutches from tree limbs for him and he hobbled on that for the next week. He went from being the fastest and strongest to the slowest and most cumbersome.

There were a couple families. An obese family that only complained. A God-fearing nuclear family. A few couples, a few older adults. Everyone except the instructors were painfully slow at hiking.

They really didn't teach us too much. The instructors started the fires without matches but no one paid attention. They would point out leaves and berries that were edible and I'd always eat them, but I didn't remember the names. There was one tree that was supposed to have minty leaves-- good for rubbing on your teeth and chewing to freshen breath. I tried it and didn't seem to work.

The first thing I noticed was that I really craved junk food. For the first few days I could only think about all the different foods I was going to eat when I got back to civilization. I would go through every craving and try to put them in a hierarchy. In the end I decided my first meal on my return would be a Wendy's cheeseburger. That's right.

There was a girl about 16 who was really cute, she became my best friend on the course. We would walk together and talk about anything and nothing.

One day we were sitting under a tree and she said, "So are you LDS?" I assumed she was asking if I'd ever done LSD so I answered, "Yeah, a couple times." She seemed confused. "Are you Latter Day Saints? You know... Mormon?" I didn't know anything about Mormons. The others gathered around. Apparently this was a survival course as part of a Mormon church. And I was the only heathen in the platoon. I wasn't even from Utah.

Anasazi: The Making Of A Walking (Part One)

2011-02-10T11:46:00.001-05:00

As a teenager I did a survival course in Arizona. I had several books on survival in the wild and I wrote the author of one of the books. He told me about a course he taught. I sent off for a brochure and prices. The longest course was a week in the mountains with nothing but a thin canvas sleeping bag. I signed up for that one and sent off my money. Cash in an envelope.

I took a Greyhound bus from Louisville to Arizona. Three days and two nights on The Dog. I don't know what it's like now but in the late 80s the only people riding The Dog were homeless, runaways, thieves, convicts, and other transients. I remember listening to Philip Glass on a cassette Walkman and watching the sunrise.

At one point during the journey I sat next to an old-timer who started on a rant. I was listening at first, hearing about his life as a truck driver, and then he started raising his voice-- screaming some of the most racist things I ever heard. He said I was okay because I'm American Indian, an original American. Which of course is totally wrong but I was glad to be okay with the psychopath.

The bus was 80% black. The dude in the aisle seat next to me took out the Autobiography of Malcom X and started reading it. The trucker was screaming about shooting every one of them in the head. I was sinking in my seat.

It was a full bus and nowhere to go. People started yelling stuff back at him which only got him more excited.

Finally the bus driver pulled over and told him he had to shut up or he was kicked off. This quieted him down for a bit. But his mutterings would rage again into ferocious epithets, with generous use of a particularly offensive word-- especially if you're an old white guy.

They left his ass at McDonald's somewhere.

Considering how long and grueling the trip was I don't recall much of it. There was the homeless dude who did something so disgusting in the bathroom that entire bus dry heaved in unison at the stench.

U2 Catering In Paris

2011-02-09T16:24:00.001-05:00

My Dad is 76 and is in great health. He has never bought filtered water. He drinks tap water.

Doors Must Close

2011-02-02T15:58:00.001-05:00

We will be jubilant to observe certain bands as they plummet into obscurity (and bands like Obscurity will get the credit they deserve). The only dilemma is that certain rival, vainglorious, and opportunistic has-beens will view this as a triumph-- still denying that all their ingenuity putrefied when they started the treasure hunt.

Good Times: My least favorite expression

2011-01-29T16:17:00.001-05:00

This is a homeless woman with a 10 or 11 year old girl in Paris. They would sleep like that all day in the shadow of a garbage can.

Frostbite Me

2011-01-26T23:24:00.001-05:00

A horizon devoid of oceans, inhabited only by snow plows. Literally, we are being escorted to nowhere in style.

NYC Blast

2011-01-22T12:14:00.001-05:00

New York is frigid to the bone, we couldn't ensconce ourselves. But damn if we don't love it here.

Razeless

2011-01-16T22:16:00.001-05:00

Atmospheres are innocent tonight, we pretend to take no notice. Mechanisms deconstruct to failure. With circumspect ambition a watch becomes a flower, an iPod a sunrise. We don't become better people we only destroy less.

Swimming Hole

2011-01-15T10:52:00.001-05:00

Tonight, finally, a much needed vacation.

The Opening of an Anthill

2011-01-14T02:34:00.001-05:00

Sleeping from 3-5 AM (and PM) is catching up with us. But things are starting to take shape, inaugurating with the first completed mix from Evila II.

Blessed Be Moonblood

2011-01-13T17:33:00.001-05:00

I have a stewardess friend who swears that jet lag is a myth. But I'm only sleeping a few hours at a time, at the worst times. Meanwhile, the train rolls with or without me.

Listing

2011-01-10T08:11:00.001-05:00

Listing like a maniac, slowly carving my way through towards the apex of freedom, the locus of despair.

Evila II

2011-01-08T19:24:00.001-05:00

The basic tracks for the next Evila are complete, it took a long time for something so simple. The songs need arranging, lead guitar, vocals (lyrics), and then the mixing can begin-- my favorite part.

Bloated, Bland

2011-01-08T13:22:00.001-05:00

Landed at LAX and raced through the mundane procedures. Waiting now to find out if the snow in Philly will cancel my flight home. We are easily confused with our celebs but we're fairly sure that's Johnny Knoxville next to us.

It's complete, we have become dull and only able to indite travel woes and alimentary needs. When we have an appetite again, our text will no longer be numb from emptiness.

Hexes And Vexes

2011-01-07T20:23:00.002-05:00

We recognize the end of the year, everyone seems to have had a crummy one. But this is the torrential rain that eventually let's up. There are those that are vexed by their previous transgressions and those hexes are finally unveiled.

Welcome Mr. Interpol

2011-01-07T20:18:00.001-05:00

Heart In Australia

2011-01-07T20:16:00.001-05:00

I have nothing but respect for Australia, New Zealand, Tasmania. I wish I knew why the quality of the musicians, actors, directors, bands, coffee, etc is so high here. But I haven't slept much and my head hurts. I'll be in the air for 24 of the next 30 hours.

Winter's Summer

2011-01-04T17:43:00.001-05:00

It's all about the climate, novels by famous misanthropes, and fastidiously shaved legs. Despite it all, despite that shit, the street seems to go on and on without any destination in sight.

Hep Monkeys

2011-01-04T04:11:00.001-05:00

When I was in high school hipsters were called losers. Perhaps if I had been born later, I may have had things like girlfriends and sex!

Warning: Bursting With Rage

2011-01-03T18:57:00.001-05:00

Public Enemy were on the same flight as us, Flava walking up and down the aisle looking Miles Davis-freaky and chatting with everyone. Very cool.

Meanwhile, Australia is more expensive than ever, compared to when I was here a decade ago. These past few years of traveling have confirmed the Yankee dollar is utter shit. I'm spending a fortune just surviving.

In addition, Australia is nearly a decade behind in terms of technology with a 120mb data limit on Internet access for 24 hours ($30-40) and free wireless is unheard of. Internet cafes don't even offer wireless. I've been walking around for 3 hours and still no hope of sending or receiving email or updating this page. The floppy disc is alive and well and living in Sydney. Very uncool.

The Venerated Charles Manson Swimming Shorts

2011-01-02T21:18:00.001-05:00

We cut to Eagle Bay ("The Best Beach In The World") about an hour from Bussleton, Australia. Stopped at a brewery for a bottle of Cabernet. Inside the swelter I was immediately dark and sand-dipped. My luggage still anonymous in LAX terminals, I was making due with the Charles Manson swimming trunks I bought at a horror convention in New Jersey several years ago (pictured above, complete with X in forehead and signature). Then the 3 hour drive to Perth where I finally managed to pin down a decent night of sleep.

1.1.11

2011-01-01T20:10:00.001-05:00

The song I didn't realize we were playing until I started playing it! Saw this in the toilet afterwards.

My Second New Years Eve In Tasmania

2010-12-30T16:27:00.001-05:00

We startled her, on our least favorite annual fete, with an extremely libidinous "hogmanay".

Forgettable Sunrise Photos

2010-12-29T21:19:00.001-05:00

Okay Summer Now

2010-12-28T01:16:00.001-05:00

So all the travel changes are putting me into Brisbane on Wednesday morning -- hopefully that means I can get some drinks with the almighty Portal!

Could You Tell How Hard It Was Onstage?

2010-12-26T20:58:00.001-05:00

Left home, waited in lines for nine hours, went back home. All in a day's work!

Blue Green Snow

2010-12-26T13:31:00.001-05:00

Post-Xmas cab drivers have the tiny privilege of sharing that empty, numb moment transients ordinarily feel in solitude.

Happy Holidays, Church Arsonists!

2010-12-24T13:23:00.001-05:00

Time to initiate the vegan Xmas roast. Let's burn the stuffing, hey ho!

A Thankful Corpse

2010-12-21T22:30:00.001-05:00

Somehow the moon always manages to ferret me out of the darkness. I fall asleep like a bonfire going out, kicking to the last ember.

Caliginous Mind

2010-12-21T11:48:00.001-05:00

How does one choose between two regrets? The less-regrettable yet stressful-to-most-all decision? Should stress even be a consideration? Someone tell me, please.

An Unprepossessing Entrance

2010-12-20T23:43:00.001-05:00

All good things gotta come to an end.

Neglect And Warfare

2010-12-20T09:19:00.002-05:00

Guts flow when bodies are cracked open. Suffer the ruling of lead, or take your mind off it. Only those who have dipped into true beauty (not 2D) can understand the slicing pain of removal. The war is on (still).

Evila M

2010-12-18T14:57:00.002-05:00

A travel guitar, a tiny midi controller and a computer-- all I used to make this record. Drums were played on my lap (replaced with samples). All tracking done in hotel rooms while on tour. Still arranging this masterful nut-job

Transcendental = Tranny Ascend Dental

2010-12-08T09:20:00.000-05:00

Face Fuck Book.

2010-12-07T08:44:00.000-05:00

It shouldn't be a big deal to shut down your Facebook page-- it's fun for a while and then you move on. If you don't need it to 1) promote your band, 2) reconnect with old friends, and/or 3) get laid, then what's the point? My free-love, befriend-everyone style become more of a burden after a while. Same thing happened with Myspace.

My friends have my email and telephone number, that's good enough for me.

Prophet (early 80s)

2010-12-05T10:51:00.001-05:00

This promo pic must be from 1983. I know I left in mid '84 and I had big Tina Turner hair by then. Note the dog collar as bracelet accessory.

Shackle

2010-11-06T10:44:00.002-04:00

I Didn't Plan On Dying

2010-11-02T00:14:00.001-04:00

I held onto my stash, I had to make it last. Until the seedlings rose up to the sky. Until the teachers burned down the school. Who knows how long this will last? Not you or I. Not the fetishistic priests, the lazy guardians. I will plant my teeth in the garden and eat whatever grows there.

Denials denied.

2010-10-31T13:14:00.002-04:00

Thanks to services like Twitter and Facebook (whose status updates are just my Twits), I haven't been using this blog much. The aforementioned services have their pros and cons but I'm not always into the one sentence summaries, the comments dialogues, the public persona, etc. Sometimes I just want to write gibberish. Or waffle on about the recording process. Or wax lyrical about meditations, dreams, etc. Sometimes I need space to write. So Pink Hollers, here I come again.

The photo you see above is a case I bought recently to house my mobile recording setup. I've set up something small and self-contained so I can record in hotel rooms while I tour with Interpol.

Rifle not included.

Cupcake Cafe

2010-05-16T13:03:00.000-04:00

My new favorite coffee hang in NYC.

Lafayette House

2010-05-14T18:13:00.001-04:00

Where it all doesn't happen.

New Evila Master

2010-05-02T11:50:00.004-04:00

This option is no longer available. If you download now it is the most current version!

~~Those of you who purchased Evila through~~ ~~alive.evila.co.uk~~ ~~know that there is a remastered version that sounds a bit better than the original. If you purchased through Amazon or iTunes write~~ ~~excoriare@evila.co.uk~~ ~~with proof of purchase for a free download link.~~

Ho-made Straplocks

2010-04-26T12:00:00.002-04:00

Pajo-made. Clunky, ugly and funny.

New Old Pickguard

2010-04-23T22:29:00.002-04:00

Slapped a new old pickguard on the bass and now I can't stop playing it.

Bass Invaders

2010-04-20T09:55:00.001-04:00

I am approaching these songs, finally with a light heart. It's been a lot of work trying to learn them all as some are quite elaborate. I am still behind schedule but I plan on mending this today.

Here is a picture of my 1964 P Bass and backup. As you would expect the backup has lower action, better intonation, lighter and more enjoyable to play. But the '64 sounds like Odin.

Thanking You.

2010-03-15T12:36:00.003-04:00

Thanks to everyone who has been buying Pajo / Papa M via music.davidpajo.com and Evila courtesy of alive.evila.co.uk!!! I recently used the earnings to buy a TC Electronic Polytune and a Rycote Invision USM-L shockmount. You are literally allowing me to make better sounding music! Please note I said "better sounding music" as opposed to "better music."

Scion

2010-03-12T11:04:00.002-05:00

The powers below have brought me to Scion, to celebrate with fire!
Appendages crossed...

First and Last Ink Job

2010-03-09T19:01:00.002-05:00

Way cooler than an autograph-- play Hangman with a tattoo gun!

Engage The Totality

2010-03-03T20:30:00.002-05:00

How quickly she spins when you honor your totality. How perfectly she inverts your biography and improvises new chapters. You don't question how you'll manage to achieve anymore. You don't wonder about the logisitics anymore.

Dangerboy From Around The Way

2010-02-28T23:57:00.003-05:00

A narrative is begining to roll out like red carpet. Although we spend all our precious linear lives beside space heaters in a Midwestern garage, the chilled air is pressurized with hope.

The Old Revolution

2010-02-27T19:27:00.002-05:00

Tearing apart old boxes and putting the same old filthy junk into new plastic bins. Remnants of decades that don't seem to paint any picture. Late at night, I saw a little girl running through the snow on her hands and knees. Looking at me through the window with yellow eyes.

Fake gold chains, fake hair on chest.

2010-02-20T20:38:00.001-05:00

A double espresso from Travonna Coffee House is too hot, too bitter, and too big. Finally picked up my Scion ticket today. From the glinting ether, a medallion fell. Now, I just have to find a necklace that doesn't give me a rash.

The Sun Is Hollow And Cold

2010-02-17T23:20:00.003-05:00

We thrive, and writhe.

Freezing Silence

2010-02-17T22:48:00.003-05:00

Winter "duses" upon us, covering these wretched sounds with angelic powder. Bitterness, mental tortures large and small, endured within walls. While the frost-beasties groan, on the pounce.