Cupcake Cafe

My new favorite coffee hang in NYC.

Lafayette House

Where it all doesn't happen.

New Evila Master

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

Pajo-made. Clunky, ugly and funny.

New Old Pickguard

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

Bass Invaders

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.

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

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

First and Last Ink Job

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

Engage The Totality

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

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

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.

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

We thrive, and writhe.

Freezing Silence

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.

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Remixing Evila

Currently going through the tedious process of remixing all the Evila songs-- I rushed that first mix and the results sound like it. Now it is closer to the original intention, in fact it is almost a different album. Here's a screenshot of my automation fades for one of the songs.

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"Fuck Art, Let's Fart" - spray painted in the 80s by Rat

Logic isn't jiving with my Pro Tools hardware and Pro Tools LE doesn't have plugin delay compensation. The ATA Mellowmuse plugin is worthless when you've trying to use a summing box and lots of analog gear, its absolutely inconsistent. The guitars sound thin and fuzzy. The snare has no body and no snap. I've used up all the iMac's memory and so Pro Tools crashes instead of closes. I've been working on these same stupid songs for over a year. 100-300 Hz is nonexistent no matter how much I treat the room. Why am I working so hard on the worst record I've ever made? No label is releasing it, it's purely a piece of art. Instead of making money I'm making something no one will ever hear or care about-- purely a vanity project. Just another one of those inexplicable things you have to do if you want to live with yourself.

One Fuck Up After The Other

This Frankenstein is covered with bandages. I'll screw something up and won't have time to patch it up properly. I'm the enemy, victim and war medic. What follows are the remains.

Whatever, I tell myself. It's just music.