Dismembership at the Ghoul's Club

Anticipating a blood-fest this Halloween, with devils and splatter movie gore all over my front porch. If I can't clean it up with a hose, I aint doing it. It will be more trick than treat this year.

How do you figure

I walk when I can't stand being indoors any longer, when the sun and cold breeze in the window gets too enticing, up against the stale temperature controlled air and manufactured bliss. I walk when I can't handle not walking anymore. It doesn't matter what time of day or night or what the weather's like. So how is it then that I keep running into the same person, in both work and civilian clothes? We recognize each other but have never talked or exchanged names. Why are these people in our lives?

Recording 1968 drums

The room was incredibly small, the kick drum is 18" (to give you a sense of scale). I used what's known as the Recorderman Overhead Technique, with Shiny Box ribbon mics. A combination of awesome pre-amps, decent mics, outboard compression, equalizers and transient enhancers I was able to overcome the 'small room / shitty acoustics' limitations and get an acceptable drum sound.

"This is so awesome I can't even take it"

I woke myself up saying those words!

Fool in the rain

Standing here with the honk honk of ducks and pickups. A huge roladex and not one to call. My absence has alienated me from other dwellers of this minute pebble in the universe.

Parched and pokered

Strapping on our strap-ons, lady luck joined us for a wicked lay on the grass of good fortune. We cried into the stars, verily.

I sat in Walgreens parking lot

And saw King Kong battling airplanes in the oil stains. Hair-clouded women struggling to get out of passenger seats. Ragged American flag ribbons wagging on the trailer home, obviously year-round and not in honor of September 11.

The plane of bliss

What is it that you have spawned upon this plane of bliss? The progeny of remarkable fountains, the empty socket that waits, purring with electricity.

Kicked by a dog

The light was in that state of static alertness, when everyone is home from working and fueling up for Friday night. The streets are lazy and for a few seconds, the muted conversations pause, dogs in the distance stop distorting, and the rubber treads stop paving. For a few seconds, there is silence.

It's You That Burns

In the fire, the world looks like its up in flames.

But it's you that burns

Tear your own hair out

The same old needy shit, driving me fucking batty. I want to crawl on the ceiling, spit on the rooftops.

Restless hunch

A restless hunch, only the lucky made it through the night. A cat sidled up to the window while the foxes and vipers stirred their eyeballs at me from below.

Runneth unto valleys

I slept until it got too hot. Working slowly through my list I bug bombed the basement, finished the laundry, cleaned the living room, and managed to find time to watch the "Still Reigning" DVD. With a twist and a curve, I tried to load up the live video of our show into the computer. But as usual, it crashed at the most critical moment. Casting it aside, I went to work on the song I've been staying up late trying to make sense out of. It didn't jive.

Scraping the vibe from the moment

There was no shortage of silly things to say or risks to take. And I took one of them until the sattelite shutdown any rhythm that was generated. So I took to a firey dream of unrealized potential.

Love awoke me in the middle of the night, we nearly honored another life.

Went to the saloon, got my teeth washed

Some cats have a Ford Mustang, I know how they must feel behind the wheel. I busy myself with glamorous things like bug bombs and dental appointments. It's all good until they raid your home in the wee hours, looking for holes in the plaster to repaint. I worry about hanging out in the same places as these businessmen, so I move to the bus stop.

The Louisville Slamming

What a deadly show- every band was amazing and played like their lives depended on it. We squeezed over capacity into the tight venue and the whole place broke into a flooding sweat, until four in the morning-- the final piece of equipment put away.

Roar! Meow.

Can't seem to control myself when it comes to filthy humor. We tumble over the most inane "what she said" wisecracks and find it curiously addictive.

Vibes

- I'll be the judge vibe
- as if vibe
- hope you're happy vibe
- cool later vibe
- not like you care vibe
- choking on tears but its cool vibe
- or not vibe

* a list of different "vibes" people give off in casual conversation.

From an old notebook

Boy: You know what?
(Looks at girl. Slams fist on table) (Bam!)
Boy: I love myself.
If you love me,
I must be worth a damn.

Random items on a chair

Van keys, can of Monster energy drink, Meshuggah 'Chaosphere' t-shirt, broken guitar stand, sunglasses, cassette to cd adaptor