You Tell Me

Another shining example of my favorite phenomena: the mystery photo. They appear on your phone and you have no idea about the time, place, or subject.

Maiden rules okay

A monster of a show. And well-crafted songs to boot. Reminds me, we ain't professionals.

From 'Attack' To 'Retreat'

Priorities put everything in perspective and I am determined to create an efficient, productive beast.

Hollow Thunder

The power went out twice last night. Thunder sounds much wider out here. Hollow and cavernous. In the city and burbs it's a deep rumble. But when sound has nothing to reflect against it just travels. Like footsteps it begins far off in the distance, thudding forward slowly. Cue the strobes. Until it drops like canyon-empty oil drums on your rooftop.

Maybe so, maybe no

Maybe I could try to be a little more caring, less indulgent. Maybe I can try a little harder, forgive my enemies.

I prefer Ulver

Burzum is pretty cool but Varg aint no Neil Hagerty.

Angerboda

We are not as the children of men: we are as formless as water, or air, or fire is formless. But it is given to each of us to take on the form that is most like to our own greed.

Slapstick Morn

Pollen fluff raining slo-mo in the morning light. We laughed at my pratfalls, spitting out oatmeal. You gave long hugs despite the rank skank of uncleanliness.

An unrelated photo of a dust hog discovered on tour, pictured above.

Thunder and negligence

We associate three things with the power of Tequila: guitar, fiddle, and that one Suicide Girl.

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.