Shameless capitalist

I have way more music equipment and recording gear than any man should ever need and I don't give a fuck.

Velvetone Music Studio

It's time to initiate VMS08. We've been going strong for 13 years now and sounding better and better. Tomorrow Brian McMahan is bringing in a van load of recording gear from Chicago so all my time will be spent in this low-ceiling basement setting up VMS08 as well as trying to keep up with Dead Child commitments. I'm already behind on three interviews/articles. I ain't complaining-- I haven't had a day job since I was married and on food stamps in '93. In my mind, I'm on Planet Awesome.

Extricate

Tore the shiners off the morning and licked the decals from their sticky film. A bit of twine to wrap your illness and parcel it off to Costco to be developed. Let's restore our foolishness back to acceptable levels.

170 BPM

Stayed up all night writing a thrash tune that's been in my hands for a while now. 170 BPM, not bad.

Shmeaster

And to think I once saw the easter bunny running away from the house.

Sitting in the waiting room

Ran into some car trouble so I've been hanging out with pugilists and tow truck operators. One tow truck fella told me about the women that he's fooled around with when he's working. He also told waxed nostalgic about when he first started getting in fights. Some awesome barfight stories. "I'm 6'5" and 240 lbs, you don't wanna mess with me."

Raina Wotan

The gatekeeper and protector of the house: Brock the Dwarf!

iTunes

anxiety

In the turmoil of last night everything was up for scrutiny and I began to wonder what became of me. Only after a few hours sleep did it surface that the public eye is no measuring stick for achievement. Though my enemies endlessly wag their tounges behind stages, I am reticent until fully armed.

Days in the hole

On my knees with chisel and hammer

A monolithic endearment

I spent the evening writing a 2000 word essay on the new Dead Child record for a Louisville weekly. Today we don rain gear to slosh through mud. There were so many jagged limbs deeply impaled in the soggy ground. I collected them all in a burn pile for future altars.

Armies up ahead

I'll face the warriors head-on, I am not afraid. Just as soon as I clean the espresso machine and have a shower.

Solution Unknown pics by Joey Mudd (1985?)

U R COOL

Wendy (www.builtbywendy.com) sent me this awesome package. It references a time when she helped me write a breakup letter. That was the opening line!

Expelled angels

"A race against time" is one of the funnier expressions used to describe a movie.

Disguised as sheep

The gun collector was knocking at my door, pissed off because the postman accidentally delivered his mail to me. I shot him from the side.

Cozy cold

Out in the country, far from all, we gather to play in the snow before eating Indian take-away.

A proper blizzard

This is what I've been anticipating-- a day where we can't open the front door from the drifts of snow. Relentless like the falling snow, I spent the hours unburying, sliding, revving, and scraping for some yoghurt. Listened to Dissection's 'Storm of the Light's Bane' and suddenly it made perfect sense-- a perfect soundtrack for a blizzard. And an evening for cuddling up to scary movies.

Lords Of Chaos

It went from muddy green grass to 12 inches of snow in a few hours. I prepared by stocking up on food and candles. Gathered the warm bodies, made an espresso, and waited.

And then the rain froze

The car went straight into the side of the resevoir. My face bounced off the steering wheel. The accelerator pedal was jammed down so we hit the concrete again. Instictively I wedged my toes under the pedal and pulled it free. "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." I muttered. "What'd you say? Of all the luck?" My passenger was into rhyming everything. "Shut up!" I replied. Neither of us were wearing seatbelts so I turned to him and said, "Are you alright?" "Yeah but you're kinda fucked up." I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and my face was bloody and puffed up. "I can't open my door," I said "I'll have to get out on your side."

Shield thy pussy

I was at a 76 service station in Climax WY when I realized I didn't know how to get back to the freeway. When lost, I ask myself for direction. I replied by looking at a map.

Wind by the stalkers

The terrifying thing about stalkers is that they are irrational. Their heroes inevitably fall short of the ideal and this, alongside their lack of common sense, makes them dangerous. Privacy, if you can afford it, is the illusion of safety.

Sweet gem

Found this little gem recently:

> p.s. i'm not milking cows, just testing their milk in a lab for bacteria,
> butterfat, etc.

>> Thanks again. Hope your new job is going good. Milking cows all day
>> sounds like a lot of work.