so this is the new video for this band i really like.

1974

Rant:
On May 8, 1974 in a rural conservative shit-hole of America, Frank Zappa and the Mothers blessed the glacial crotch of the north with his nebulous semantics. In this "resort community" where currently 8,000 students dwell on the verge of absurdity, somehow someway Edinboro State College welcomed Mr. Zappa to the lands and fields of blissful boringness to fill the air with amusement only a crackerbrained monkey could possibly retain. But I guess the only thing that could possibly bear the brisk breeding seasons would be a retarded monkey and/or Frank Zappa's Mudders...blah blah

download Frank Zappa live in Edinboro here

The Sulk of Post-Sepoy

after breakfast we took a walk,
through fields of locust
and dehydrated patches of stilt grass,
we found a limpid ravine.
sugarcane and black plastic bags,
women bathing,
water buffalo and chicken,
children playing in the sun.
isolated groups of burning rubbish,
twinkling twirling doodle bells,
red blue white green
faded bleached blowing in the breeze.
one-legged dog filth
fleas and scabs
broken back labor
hauling trunks to keep the night light.
patchwork rice fields
german cobble stone paths
motorbikes mingle
spit spewing smoke and soot.
sari and black hats dance in the streets
ceremony of the trumpets' gazal
beauty only lonely birds mimic.

In some sorta time machine

i had a dream i was henery kissinger. i was writing a song about east timor and singing in portuguese. there were two other people in a small room. i was comfortable. i found an octave that allowed my voice to fall in and out of the music and was fumbling around for the recording equipment. while holding this note, i was trying to get the microphone to work and swore in english. the people in the room became unfamiliar with my out burst and began to spout off about my relation to several assassinations involving human rights activists in chile and something called the dirty war. i'm not sure what they were talking about (i didn't know pinochet, suharto or anything about operation condor). A cambodian refugee dressed in fatigues, burst into the room and held a single-barrel shotgun to my head shouting aggressively in khmer and spitting all over my glasses. the mist of saliva screened my vision and i felt several blows to my head. my knees gave way. there was a warmth in my ear as it was pressed to the dirt floor.
i woke up (not knowing time or place) and grabbed my car keys. walked outside. i came to, standing in my drive way smoking a cigarette.

"You are the wave, I am the naked island"

Serge Gainsbourg & Jane Birkin

Gott Segnen Sie, Kilgore

Kurt Vonnegut - November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007

While driving to work this morning, I heard the news on radio. Shamefully, I must confess on several occasions I was convinced he had already passed. A deadpan satirist, who was as brutal as Bukowski and as sinful as Baudelair. Gott Segnen

Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie & Clyde

I won't write anything that wikipedia hasn't already written about this band. I have left three links. An album, an EP, and one link for the front man's first LP from when he was 15 or 16 or something crazy. Anyways....

Beirut - Gulag Orkestar

Beirut - Lon Gisland

The Real People - The Joys of Losing Weight

and here is the Walnut Whales and Yarn & Glue EPs by the lovely Joanna Newsom.

Nepal in February

selected at random

An Evening in March

He leaned forward. Positioned the ashtray on the coffee table, his lighter to the cigarette. He then leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

Don't leave the light on baby

It's been a bloody stupid day...

I know you will forgive me for my honesty

About 3 years ago, my roommate and i made this horrible meat thriller. Then about 6 months ago, a friend took the original footage and did a reedited. This is the special edition by Chris Niemack. Enjoy.