We use this "torn apart" as a binding agent. Letting go becomes the glue that holds us together. The more we allow, the closer we become.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

This is quite an intense feeling of longing and desiring. Waiting for the moment we rehearsed last night. We know how things will pan out tonight, and tomorrow. We are not subject to passing emotions.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Tour Glamour

There is a smell of bananas and mildew in the van. He inspects his nails and bites them neurotically. I am sore from various sitting positions and bored with smoking. My left eye is watering from all the yawning. All for that hour onstage.


From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Powerless

Today we lose a member of our family. In that chase for money, we're sure softer hearts than ours have been broken. And today we know of one little heart that is splitting right in two. We are there for her but besides that, we are powerless against her loss.

Tender girl, don't grow up so fast.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,
DP

Day Made With Intent To Rule

We reach our destination eventually. It feels like forever at times but we don't notice the extreme speeds which we travel.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

The Almighty Samhain

We can't wait to leave, always.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Fuck Your Dreams

Magic works even in a thick fog. It cuts through like the second hand of a watch, steady and consistent. But magic isn't always magical. The lessons can be awful, mundane, even treacherous. While your bigger dreams explode far away, you are cleaning piss and shit for a living. Watching your bank account dry up to nothingness. How is this magic on a grand scale? What the hell kind of dream is coming true?

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

And The Light Will Destroy

We had to obtain permission from our ego to smile and be happy. To feel stoned with joy. To burn with pride and love towards the generosity of a friend. We were afraid but we survived.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

The Hot Note Starving To Death

We are happiest when we are playing music, when we are making it, when we are straddling music like a motorcycle.

We are not young and these days time is not abundant. No time for straddling. We absorb it like a ravenous prisoner, crumbs of music attacked. We are malnourished without it.

As always, by we I mean I.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Emergency Room Bedtime Stories

Illness abounds, we hold their trembling ribcage. The only way to encourage health is to not imagine the worst.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Indulge Your Poon

Days grind on with enough variation of routine to make it painful. "It's only Thursday," she said. "My knees feel like they're on fire," I replied. "We are not surfing or playing drums. We are not saving money. We're dying in our own aquarium." I was not communicating with the expectation of response.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Outsider Dreams

We used to dream about flying. About blind babies with veiny, watermelon heads that lived behind the drywall, scratching their way around the house. We used to dream several times a night. Now we dream about reality. Boring dreams about authentic conversations. So we've begun imaginative therapy. We've started the discipline of reading Scandinavian folk tales before bed to fortify our dreams. Now the dead will be alive and we won't notice. Now a young girl will be an older boy, without question. Now our home is built on dirt. We are beginning to dream outside the walls again. From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield, DP

Disenfranchised no longer

It was a bottom-less drop but I scrambled quickly to make the responsible choices. Looking forward, prosperity and adventure appear to be asleep on the doorstep. I summon all the potentials and choose the one of glory.


From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Blast Beat Poetry

Most days are dreadful. Today was not one of those. I understand-- we all understand.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

What's Not Happening

Photo by Amélie Billie

Hair turns to snow in a matter of months. Headaches like the guy in Scanners. Barbed wire taxes strangling the more you struggle. The only 4-letter word that truly offends: debt. Give me a heavy blanket to hide
Under
Forever.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

D.W. Fearn VT1

I am selling my most prized mic pre for $1,750, plus $59 shipping. This thing sells for $2,650 new. It's going to be missed but I'm sure it will wind up well-respected in a good studio.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Heart Gone Awry

We not only survived, we made something tangible-- this was the priority. However, the problem lay in our inability to socialize beyond a certain length of time. When that fuse extinguished, we folded into ourselves and hid in the safety of 5-star hotels. Getting our kicks with sunsets, iTunes movie rentals, and room service. Knowing all the while: we are really and truly broke, no one to bail us out.

Embrace Yourself

With everything we strived for, we chickened out and handed our worldviews over like contraband. Then, we came upon the notion that 'the great End' was not such a bad thing if it meant we didn't have to stick around for 'the great End' of our nearest and dearest. Yes, that was quite a notion to snuggle up with.

Samael, Ramones, Misfits, What?

We were never impressed with Samael's "Blood Ritual" until we smoked and it was the greatest record ever made. In the sober light of day? It brings back fond memories.

Rites Of Darkness

We are always preparing, never finishing. But the time is now to finish. Everything.