C + E = R

What does consciousness joined with energy create? After you've found the answer, will you always remember it? And what is the job of a musician but try to fill the emptiness of existence?

Gore-less Joy

The lessons, can we put them aside for a bit? It's time for gifts, for diaphanous mind-fuckery. The exams and the fire-- we've had enough, thanks. No more sirens unless it's to signify the celebration of a life finally in control.

Hat And Home With Viceroy

We've managed to successfully make this a private place to store our mechanics. The exterior is dated, as always. It is the boundless interior that makes it shine.

The Moon Doth Forget Thy Dreams

Abundance beyond is unmanageable for us, the poor. We are better suited to meagerness and skin tight hovels. With all of this extension, we have reached greater levels of overarching darkness.

Gradually, we break and snap. The thread that binds us together is not a rope.

It's Over, Under, and Through

The bridge is over the water. Over the hills, through the woods. No use crying over spilled milk. He's over the hill. Game over. Do we have any leftovers?

The Sleeping Snake

The pond dried up every night so we walked through with our flashlights to look at all the animals. I was stunned at how many snakes there were, burrowed in little mud beds. Some were huge and vicious-looking. I decided to wake up the biggest one so I got a big stick and tried to lift it out of the mud. It was very heavy so I started kicking it. I finally wedged it up and out of it's mud bed. As soon as it hit the ground it sprang to life and instantly disappeared in the darkness.

Is Everybody High

I daresay, this may be the greatest live Ozzy-sans-Sabbath record of all time. If you remove Rhoads and Iommi from the equation, Brad Gillis was an underrated guitarist. You, on the other hand, will hate it-- for all the correct reasons! Ozzy let this go out of print, for different reasons. I got it when it was new and loved it. I even decoded the rune border surrounding the album, by figuring out the vowels first (it's an ode to Randy Rhoads). The only Sabbath record I owned was Master Of Reality, so this was my introduction to their other material.

The artwork and photography is great, the sound quality is clean yet analog, and ozzy is on fire.

Hearing this again, as an adult, reminds me how much I like these versions. It's the sound I was going for in Maurice-- which could be an explanation as to why everyone hated us!

Cheap Tit Action!

We are selling the matched pair of Speck EQs on eBay right now, for any of you gear hounds in the audience. Bought from mercenary.com for $1,100. It's made it's way onto every Pajo release since purchase! Please find a good home for the bastard:

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The Light And Other Nonsense

The ones you cherish. The steadfast few. The Quisp-eating fools. The Curious George Einsteins. Without them you are just a man in a flat.

The ones you loathe. The fickle followers. The Big Mac Church of Christ. Shaun the Hypocritical Sheep. Without them you are just a God unfettered.

The ones you befriend. The infernal militia. Professional sinners. The Count Chocula Legion. Without them you are just a small town street at 3 AM.

Come Punch

He begins his sizable, treacherous journey by carrying 28 guitars up 3 flights of stairs, in the pissing rain. "Is it really better to do things alone?" he muses while waiting for the locksmith. "Aye, it is always better," he determines. Although not always best, comes the punch.

AMPMMXI

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Maurice is alive!

Finally available, the original demo Maurice (pre-Slint) sent to Glenn Danzig before we toured with Samhain in 1985! Go here: Maurice "The First Shall Be Last"

Casual Sex Allowed

We've tried to mend split shins with feathers and gold dust. We've pushed the one-wheeled limousine to the cobblers. We drank pitchers of Shrapnel & Lace in honour of our Father of the Cloven Hoof. Yet remains the outcome of our efforts, the fruit of our prime-time pranks: trauma for all, shrinks.

Spit Therapy

We have initiated the process, of dissolution. Of cannon-bearing. We omit the violence that lurks behind the the thin walls. Waiting for the slightest provocation to come barreling in. We are building up to another moment in the sun, always building to that. We do not don uniforms to suit our vagaries. This is not a scam. We are evangelists for carnality. We are blood-drenched mothers and fathers.

Indoors: No Such Nonsense

There is a room with air conditioning on the second floor where the boys are staying. There were several ants on the bed so we killed them, but that only brought more. There was another bed next to the street but without air conditioning. One sweats all night, even with a fan, we were told. Still, we chose to sleep in there. Our father didn't mind the ants so he took the room with cool air.

Downstairs we went to charge our phones but lost interest when a massive cockroach came scuttling quickly towards us. We jumped up onto the chair and kept an eye on him. The maid, also in her pajamas, came into the room and smiled when she saw us being supreme American pussies.

There are small, fast, vicious (looking) spiders on everything. You cannot sit without ants and Mosquitos coming to you. You cannot shower without them going to your clothes, your towel. Smears of blood and Mosquitos on the sheets in our rooms. Giant cockroaches fall from the ceiling when you least expect it. Our arms and feet are spattered with swollen, rosy bug bites. Some of them itch.

Downstairs the girls are having a problem with lizards in their room. We have just been informed that there's a cockroach locked in the bathroom. We heard the cockroach before we saw it-- fat and mahogany with large wings.

The traffic noise was so loud last night, we awoke every half hour to the sound of crashing. It sounded as loud and clear as if they were in the room.

Then, at 4:45 AM, it begins. Across the street there is a church. The bells begin clanging, the loudspeaker starts, and it begins. The rosary.

The Patient Begged Him

Rizal performed eye surgery on a boat. Pictured above are the actual instruments he used.

KKK Took My Baby Away

We saw a diorama exhibit of the fascinating and bloody history of the Philippines. I didn't know they had a secret society, in the 1800s, that looked like the one pictured above. Similar yet entirely different to the one we have in AmeriKKKa.

Fort Santiago

The humidity is driving us to blue water beaches. The impecunious squatters are demanding us to appreciate our indulgences. The blood-soaked food is pleasing to our bodies that have grown accustomed to falsehood.

Misterios

Filipino history is an epic dream, more intense than any movie we've ever seen. This poor, beautiful country is rising out of neglect.