Here, in the sticks

Out where I live the elderly couple next door invites you over for hot dogs after lending you their weedeater and shooting a dying raccoon in your driveway.

Sunlight Mosquito

Finally able to rock my dual life in one bold gesture. Dancing with the daycare workers in a Carcass shirt. Invented a new game called "Weeee!"

Shield Thy Rage

Made up for our KY goofiness with IL 'banging. Quarterstick propped us up on our wooden legs. Found a floor, a blanket, a rejected party. Four hours sleep over forty-eight hours, four espressos later and I'm still bleary with fatigue.

Beerbath

We are protecting our equipment from the various bodily fluids we are anticipating tonight. It's amazing how many people can hate you even though you haven't done anything!

Seven Days

Seven days of the cleansing fast and I feel great despite the funny sounds my belly is making. We sat around getting pissed off about bad reviews before realizing that the haters make us viable.

Lucille

Bought an old piano for $50 from a biker family out in the sticks. Moved it 45 miles before letting it rest in my living room. Had it tuned and set properly. I'll sand down the keys another time. I hereby name her... Lucille!

Chariot shoot

They started working on this at 4pm and we left at 3am. I arrived at 11pm, like an asshole. Couldn't partake in the drinking happiness because I'm three days into a cleansing fast. Somehow, an amazing video was shot with absolutely no budget!

Foggit

While making making a stage plot and input list for the tour I thought I should test the fog machines for this weekend's video shoot. Immediately set off the smoke alarm and the cat ran for cover.

Mr. Richbags

Who holds the key? I do. That's right, I do. (Big Black quote)

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.