Razeless

Atmospheres are innocent tonight, we pretend to take no notice. Mechanisms deconstruct to failure. With circumspect ambition a watch becomes a flower, an iPod a sunrise. We don't become better people we only destroy less.

Swimming Hole

Tonight, finally, a much needed vacation.

The Opening of an Anthill

Sleeping from 3-5 AM (and PM) is catching up with us. But things are starting to take shape, inaugurating with the first completed mix from Evila II.

Blessed Be Moonblood

I have a stewardess friend who swears that jet lag is a myth. But I'm only sleeping a few hours at a time, at the worst times. Meanwhile, the train rolls with or without me.

Listing

Listing like a maniac, slowly carving my way through towards the apex of freedom, the locus of despair.

Evila II

The basic tracks for the next Evila are complete, it took a long time for something so simple. The songs need arranging, lead guitar, vocals (lyrics), and then the mixing can begin-- my favorite part.

Bloated, Bland

Landed at LAX and raced through the mundane procedures. Waiting now to find out if the snow in Philly will cancel my flight home. We are easily confused with our celebs but we're fairly sure that's Johnny Knoxville next to us.

It's complete, we have become dull and only able to indite travel woes and alimentary needs. When we have an appetite again, our text will no longer be numb from emptiness.

Hexes And Vexes

We recognize the end of the year, everyone seems to have had a crummy one. But this is the torrential rain that eventually let's up. There are those that are vexed by their previous transgressions and those hexes are finally unveiled.

Welcome Mr. Interpol

Heart In Australia

I have nothing but respect for Australia, New Zealand, Tasmania. I wish I knew why the quality of the musicians, actors, directors, bands, coffee, etc is so high here. But I haven't slept much and my head hurts. I'll be in the air for 24 of the next 30 hours.

Winter's Summer

It's all about the climate, novels by famous misanthropes, and fastidiously shaved legs. Despite it all, despite that shit, the street seems to go on and on without any destination in sight.

Hep Monkeys

When I was in high school hipsters were called losers. Perhaps if I had been born later, I may have had things like girlfriends and sex!

Warning: Bursting With Rage

Public Enemy were on the same flight as us, Flava walking up and down the aisle looking Miles Davis-freaky and chatting with everyone. Very cool.

Meanwhile, Australia is more expensive than ever, compared to when I was here a decade ago. These past few years of traveling have confirmed the Yankee dollar is utter shit. I'm spending a fortune just surviving.

In addition, Australia is nearly a decade behind in terms of technology with a 120mb data limit on Internet access for 24 hours ($30-40) and free wireless is unheard of. Internet cafes don't even offer wireless. I've been walking around for 3 hours and still no hope of sending or receiving email or updating this page. The floppy disc is alive and well and living in Sydney. Very uncool.

The Venerated Charles Manson Swimming Shorts

We cut to Eagle Bay ("The Best Beach In The World") about an hour from Bussleton, Australia. Stopped at a brewery for a bottle of Cabernet. Inside the swelter I was immediately dark and sand-dipped. My luggage still anonymous in LAX terminals, I was making due with the Charles Manson swimming trunks I bought at a horror convention in New Jersey several years ago (pictured above, complete with X in forehead and signature). Then the 3 hour drive to Perth where I finally managed to pin down a decent night of sleep.

1.1.11

The song I didn't realize we were playing until I started playing it! Saw this in the toilet afterwards.

My Second New Years Eve In Tasmania

We startled her, on our least favorite annual fete, with an extremely libidinous "hogmanay".

Forgettable Sunrise Photos

Okay Summer Now

So all the travel changes are putting me into Brisbane on Wednesday morning -- hopefully that means I can get some drinks with the almighty Portal!

Could You Tell How Hard It Was Onstage?

Left home, waited in lines for nine hours, went back home. All in a day's work!

Blue Green Snow

Post-Xmas cab drivers have the tiny privilege of sharing that empty, numb moment transients ordinarily feel in solitude.

Happy Holidays, Church Arsonists!

Time to initiate the vegan Xmas roast. Let's burn the stuffing, hey ho!

A Thankful Corpse

Somehow the moon always manages to ferret me out of the darkness. I fall asleep like a bonfire going out, kicking to the last ember.

Caliginous Mind

How does one choose between two regrets? The less-regrettable yet stressful-to-most-all decision? Should stress even be a consideration? Someone tell me, please.

An Unprepossessing Entrance

All good things gotta come to an end.

Neglect And Warfare

Guts flow when bodies are cracked open. Suffer the ruling of lead, or take your mind off it. Only those who have dipped into true beauty (not 2D) can understand the slicing pain of removal. The war is on (still).

Evila M

A travel guitar, a tiny midi controller and a computer-- all I used to make this record. Drums were played on my lap (replaced with samples). All tracking done in hotel rooms while on tour. Still arranging this masterful nut-job

Transcendental = Tranny Ascend Dental

Face Fuck Book.

It shouldn't be a big deal to shut down your Facebook page-- it's fun for a while and then you move on. If you don't need it to 1) promote your band, 2) reconnect with old friends, and/or 3) get laid, then what's the point? My free-love, befriend-everyone style become more of a burden after a while. Same thing happened with Myspace.

My friends have my email and telephone number, that's good enough for me.

Prophet (early 80s)

This promo pic must be from 1983. I know I left in mid '84 and I had big Tina Turner hair by then. Note the dog collar as bracelet accessory.

Shackle

I Didn't Plan On Dying

I held onto my stash, I had to make it last. Until the seedlings rose up to the sky. Until the teachers burned down the school. Who knows how long this will last? Not you or I. Not the fetishistic priests, the lazy guardians. I will plant my teeth in the garden and eat whatever grows there.

Denials denied.

Thanks to services like Twitter and Facebook (whose status updates are just my Twits), I haven't been using this blog much. The aforementioned services have their pros and cons but I'm not always into the one sentence summaries, the comments dialogues, the public persona, etc. Sometimes I just want to write gibberish. Or waffle on about the recording process. Or wax lyrical about meditations, dreams, etc. Sometimes I need space to write. So Pink Hollers, here I come again.

The photo you see above is a case I bought recently to house my mobile recording setup. I've set up something small and self-contained so I can record in hotel rooms while I tour with Interpol.

Rifle not included.

Cupcake Cafe

My new favorite coffee hang in NYC.

Lafayette House

Where it all doesn't happen.

New Evila Master

This option is no longer available. If you download now it is the most current version!


Those of you who purchased Evila through alive.evila.co.uk know that there is a remastered version that sounds a bit better than the original. If you purchased through Amazon or iTunes write excoriare@evila.co.uk with proof of purchase for a free download link.

Ho-made Straplocks

Pajo-made. Clunky, ugly and funny.

New Old Pickguard

Slapped a new old pickguard on the bass and now I can't stop playing it.

Bass Invaders

I am approaching these songs, finally with a light heart. It's been a lot of work trying to learn them all as some are quite elaborate. I am still behind schedule but I plan on mending this today.

Here is a picture of my 1964 P Bass and backup. As you would expect  the backup has lower action, better intonation, lighter and more enjoyable to play. But the '64 sounds like Odin.

Thanking You.

Thanks to everyone who has been buying Pajo / Papa M via music.davidpajo.com and Evila courtesy of alive.evila.co.uk!!! I recently used the earnings to buy a TC Electronic Polytune and a Rycote Invision USM-L shockmount. You are literally allowing me to make better sounding music! Please note I said "better sounding music" as opposed to "better music."

Scion

The powers below have brought me to Scion, to celebrate with fire!
Appendages crossed...

First and Last Ink Job

Way cooler than an autograph-- play Hangman with a tattoo gun!

Engage The Totality

How quickly she spins when you honor your totality. How perfectly she inverts your biography and improvises new chapters. You don't question how you'll manage to achieve anymore. You don't wonder about the logisitics anymore.