A Ass Pocket of Woopass

"I didn't mean to kill nobody! I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head. Him dying was between him and the Lord."
-RL Burnside

Been seeing lots of little indie films pop up about the distinction between mississippi blues and rural northern hill country Mississippi blues. On of my hero's R.L. is a center piece. He was just so amazing to watch. The dude certainly had reason to sing the blues as his father, brother, and uncle were all murdered in chicago. One film floating around out there is "You See Me Laughin'".

I love the "weelllllll ... well well's" at the end of every song he plays. Thats his adopted son Kenny on guitar and his grandson Ced on drums.



my other new vice is a band called "BLACK MOTH SUPER RAINBOW"

Their last album dandilyon gum has all the tape-warbliness and vocoder action of a "boards of canada" album but the psych factor is through the roof. Driving party drums. vintage synth deliciousness. Totally harnessed nostalgia. They have songs like: Lollipopsichord; Neon Syrup For The Cemetery Sisters; Spinning Cotton Candy In A Shack Made Of Shingles; Lost, Picking Flowers In The Woods.
They play the wowhall on the 30th of Oct with Aesop Rawk.

nocturnal emmisions

• Usually when I tell people about a dream I had, it has something to do with bunnies, or weird monsters, or some kind of creepy weirdness. Most guys dream of sex and violence and mine are no exception, except that they're all colored a bit more lowbrow with a touch of psychedelia.
The other night however I had the most incredibly vivid dream that I though I'd write about. I was cleaning out an uncles house going through old stuff. The house was very 70's with yellow carpet and wood-paneling with a heaping portion of kitsch ... coo-coo clocks on the walls and lots of cute figurines everywhere. It smelled like cigarettes too. (mind you I have no uncle that fits this description. This is my mind in overdrive) So as I'm going through his stuff, I come across this amazing "photo". The image is of this old jazz singer from I'd guess the 20's. She's black and has on this long white lace dress. The thing about the photo is that it is this elaborate piece of origami that folds out like a flower and the folds resemble some kind of art deco structure. The outer edges are black and embossed. As I open and close the photo, I realize that it is also playing her music. It sounds like an old 45 with all the crackles.

I wake up really sad and wish I could keep the photo. Her music is still in my head.

LP battles : round 11

Afterburner!

vs.
Third Stage!

a very special cake-let

gawking and rawking

There is a special voyeuristic place in my heart that loves following trashy hollywood. No I don't need to know all the sorted details of who was seen on what beach with who and which desperate housewife has a grainy sex-tape, but damn if I don't chuckle when Dave Letterman makes Paris shed a few tears when she's on his show.
Anyway ... our once bubblegum friend Britney was the subject of over 50 pieces of art at some LA gallery over the weekend. There was a 6x10 ft. "Gum Blond XLVIII" by Jason Kronenwald, made of chewed bubble gum. I love that kinda stuff.

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Saturday I played with the mighty Tractor Operator for his CD release in PDX. James on skins and me on Bari and Eric on slaying guitar. The Tonic Lounge is a good spot for that kinda mayhem. Before that Rob Jones and Mel had a fantastic party to celebrate their knot tie.

I'm excited to start more home recording with my new gear upgrade. Now I just need to figure out how to make my garage "man room" warmer in the winter. Tom would say it's "colder than a well diggers ass." I'd have to agree.

nar nar

Gibson called their reverse flying-V "a daring move". I call it a "nauseous hurt on my eyes" .... but the all time ugliest guitar in my opinion (excluding anything in the myriad of Steve Vai's collection) has got to be this Hallmark guitar. I mean please? does anyone own one of these? painful.

LP battles : round 10

STYX

vs.
Nazareth

I heart you 1970's

New kids programs don't hold a candle to this shit. Check the vintage synth's:

meth head - 1 .. band - 0

last nights show at luckeys was a rollercoaster of emotions. Night started off swellingly with Derek Trost filling in for jordan in Patrick's band ("doubles" is what he's currently calling it). The set was amazing. I'm really loving my new A/B box so I can play through my f-deluxe and my bass stack at the same time. Even at low to mid levels it sounds like a fucking Pontiac GTO with a 389 under the covers. We tried to get all the subtle shit from the recording to come across and push the anti when it needed it. The result was a really intense set and the peeps seemed to dig.
So then tractor operator gets up to play. All the gear is already there as we're sharing (sorry ... i play in both bands) and we are just about to hit it when someone asks if it might be our car that just got broken into in the back lot. Of course it is and all Brian Gardiner's shit got nabbed. (computer, check book, etc.) I see him like once a year because he's in a doctoral program in Indiana. He is beside himself and Eric and I do the set as a duo. How fucking lame that a meth head thief could prevent us from rocking our ass off. We already made the other bands wait long enough while we got our heads back on straight and taped up the window they smashed on Jen Choates car. So pissed off.

Thanks to everyone who showed.

buy anything day

This morning I set out on a task to buy something (anything) on eCrack with the idea that it would be something in a color I normally wouldn't buy and it had to be something I didn't need. So I scavenged randomly in things that had end times of 2 minutes. Low and behold, what pops up but this adorable pink er.. guitar. Well I definitely don't need any more guitars and I have no instruments that are pink. (hey get your mind outta the gutter). I stole that sucker for a whole $6 and change. I'm sure its a piece of shite, but damn if I'm not gonna have fun with it. There is a sad part to this story friends. Apparently (after I checked the bidding history) I won this guitar by outbidding some little girl. Her buying history had things like bracelet charms and Zac Effron paraphernalia. I immediately felt like an anonymous tattooed cyber-bully on the worldwide playground. Oh well. I've got a new friggin' pink guitar. Jealous much?

LP battles : round 9

scorpions

vs.
hotel alexis

LP battles : round 8

sacred reich

vs.
nazareth

the rawk

forgot to mention my anticipatitus for fridays rockfest.
Luckeys - fri sept 21
Tractor Operator and Patrick Hayden.

I'm playin in both bands. Brian Gardiner is out here from Indiana on drums for trac op.
Also, very excited to play out with Patty. He's calling it doubles. We'll be doing all the stuff we just laid down at Gung Ho studios. We're first and second which means no gettin off stage at 2am.
come check it out ...

eas cose wes cose

good lord.
Sorry for the laxness in posting. much travel abound. Had a fantastic time throwing a party for mc homemade in Brockton, MA. Thanks to the help of Kristin, he had no idea what hit him. walking into his house to a room full of mullets, ferrari sunglasses and denim. We played some great maiden and dokken covers in the basement. Jim Tyrell was still down there at 3:30 rocking to himself on the keys. Damn good thing we recovered the next day by lounging around the pool with a pitcher of tequila surprise.
Then spent some time up north with my aunt and family. She's still recovering from an illness and I tell you she's a damn ferocious scrabble player.
Played an acoustic testface show on Portsmouth Public Radio with Guy III and Greg Porter. Thanks so much for settin that up Guy.



No sooner was I back from oregon that i got back in the car and went to Orcas Island (up near canada) for George and taras wedding. George is 1/2 of sleepsound records, the entity responsible for the last testface recording.
Had a great time hangin at the B&B with Mood area 52. I'm so psyched that dan is frank blacks low-end on his up coming tour. Could pick a better bass player Franco!! Who else can make clam dip on the fly? Fantastic wedding, but i don't do so well in long car rides. My guts are still on the verge of technicolor yawn.

On heavy rotation right now ... beach house and Vic Chesnutt. The new vic has Godspeed you black emperor as his back-up band and the whole thing was recorded at that Hotel2Tango place up in canada. Tons of haunting room sounds and a whole lotta space make this record such a beautiful listen.
Beach house is a duo from Baltimore. Very slow and moody shit that swirls in the air like a cottoncandy tornado in front of a licorice sky. heavy organ, effected key boards, and nico-like vocals. Great hangover music.

in other news, i'm an uncle of sorts. Jay and Shannon had their kiddo finally. Welcome Eli. Its best to start rock school as soon as possible and teach him the difference between patti smith and patty smythe.