Looking up

Can't complain about the way things are. Triple-stoked about the upcoming Dead Child CD on Touch & Go / Quarterstick Records. Everyday I go a little further into myself.

Reminders

Odds seem to repeat the same message. "You could have been a millionaire but you didn't like the consciousness- Wisely, you got the fuck out." No matter how broke I am I'll never regret that decision.

Quote of the day

"Can you tell from my body language that I'm farting?"

Surely

As sure as my tounge doth wag, I will make it home.

Setting up

Sorry, friends! Things have been so bananas for me I haven't had a chance to dial in. Thanks for your patience- I will make an effort to chime more consistently.
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The Slint tour has been remarkable- thanks to everyone who came to the shows and supported us!

Kim's Wigs on 4th

Hang onto your hats- Slint leave on Thursday for Europe

Tweaked

I'm trying to regain my footing like some kind of clumsy astronaut.

Derby Day Blues

Although we responded quickly, our time together was limited to brief phone calls in between hallucinations of clear, perfect skies.

Alive and well

After an awesome solo tour of Europe, I'm alive and well and living in Louisville KY-- rehearsing with SLINT. Don't believe those nasty rumours! Word!

Almost home

Just got back to JFK, currently waiting for my connecting flight back home. Dirty 3 ATP still fresh on me, I want to bathe in pizza sauce. More details to follow.

View from a car crash

Saw the empty Krogers display boxes soaking up rain. Broken and empty, I thought about how unnoticeable they were in the store, overflowing with food. I'm sure I picked through one of them at least once.

Wish for what's not-wrong

He sat in his garage on a folding chair, cursing the blazing sun. The following morning he walked through snow flurries in a pair of flip-flops.

We jam econo

Watched the Minutemen documentary last night-- pretty effin awesome. Saw Idiocracy before that and laughed for days after.

Notes from the Right

Typical Men's room graffiti in Midwestern America.

Oven roasted twinkies

Made by Girl Scouts & other fictional creatures!

Rehashing

Old friends come around, patient with your pace. You said, "I'm broke and trying to make a living." Preaching to the converted on Sunday morning.

Squeak squeak goeth she

I moved back into my Airstream apartment and deleted all my email addresses. Time for steps, little steps, tiny steps. Forward.

Intensity blah blah blah

Rejoice in your emptiness, while you can, she said. But it was too late- I was already overjoyed with all the things I didn't have.

Summer hibernation

We have to go underground for a while, to emerge again in September '07-- more able and strong as fuck.

Awoke a few hours later

I borrowed a blanket & pillow and fell asleep on the couch around 5am. I awoke a few hours later to figure out my way home.

Tejas

We pulled over for a toilet break in a small town in Texas-- turned out to be the city I was born in! So random and awesome.

Patience

Blew up my amp- not from rocking but from sheer stupidity. Waiting for the amp, for my taxes to go through. Waiting.

Bitter pills

Today I worked on taxes & avoided the sunlight. Time to lay low and let truth settle.

Idle hands

The time of my life was spent watching it go by.

Cold in the old haus

The cold is always one step ahead of me.

View from a room

I wake up every hour or so and look at the view. The phases of the moon are clearly visible as the last leg of its journey passes right in front of me. And I'm usually awake to watch it.

What a co-inky-dink!

There is no such thing as a coincidence- there are only rational relationships between two events.

Waiting Room

I'm weirdly excited about the prospect of getting a CAT scan. Slightly worried about the results but not really. Looking forward to doing another cleansing fast, soon-like.

In the darkness of the night

The night-time wind was the flap flap flapping of 10,000 blackbirds.

Photos of Bandit-types

at Built By Wendy

Asleep at the wheel

By what notion was it a good idea for us to headline a tour, a brand new band without a record out and no promotion? In many ways, what you don't do matters more than what you do.

Dead Child on tour

Here's a typical scene-- Michael standing on bags of garbage, jump starting our tour van!

male model I'm not!

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sorry for the un-updates!

I've been posting via my phone, but blogger's been slow adding them. they'll show up eventually, in multiples probably.

egad

This is a bathtub of Slint shirts

That thick black goo is water. My basement flooded again, taking its toll on my equipment, guitars, and merchandise. I'm trying to save these Slint shirts that sat in sewage water. If they weren't one of a kind, they would have gone straight into a rubbish bin. As it stands, I've got my work cut out for me. Loading up my car with wet garbage and looking for a skip to unload. All day long, until my back can't take it anymore. Eventually to sell. I put on my work clothes, my dust mask, my truckers cap, my hood up. Turn on the bootlegs and set about the task ahead. O joyous day when I can run the pressure washer on the walls and floor.

Clearing the mud from the music

I've been throwing out precious mementos like it's nobody's business! I recommend this deletion of history to all.

Learning to fail

I mean what I say but sometimes I say it too mean. If I could unwind this early morning, I would have spent more time biting my tongue instead of wagging it.

Period of ascent

I relinquished my place in the game and waived all authority to whoever cares about that shit. I chose a version of desire I can touch, or at least a simulacrum of reality thereof.

www.deadchild.net

someone said something in passing that I will never forget. he said, "things that are perfect don't fit in as well with other things in the world, in life."

Shutdown

I look for the electric lights that read: JUST DID IT. I have a good friend that named their dog Kamir. As in, "Come 'ere, Kamir!" If I'm one big tangent its because I haven't been sleeping much or well. But my dreams have never been more vivid. I'm in this chronic half-dreaming state, no end in sight. Rest assured my words are under the influence of natural truth serums.

Rest And Destroy

Stop. Catch your breath. Pause. Now, survive. Reset your temperment. When you are stabilized and rested you can push on to destroy.

Sayeth The Beast

Halloween is still too far away. I'm getting the props together to make a satanic slaughterhouse, ala dead alive, of my front porch. Surely it may be too violent for the kiddies, but hey- trick or fucking treat.

Mystical Faggotry

Suffered a hard drive crash that left me an amputee-- all those photos, artwork, and music gone gone gone. Lesson learned- backup weekly, foo!

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.