scruffed up knees.

New album, time to record. Time to produce. It has been 2 years now since recording Life in the Air. Our songs don't sound like that no more. The farture is nigh, though, on the up. got

plenty of materials too. soon. it won't be too soon when it happens.
What should we call it?

Now is the time

Guess what I realised? There is no future. There is no past. These concepts are mirages created by our minds. weird.

ok. gotta post in may.

so if you say, I'll do it later? that means you won't at all. get used to this concept. oh and for those that are depressed about this world we live in, watch John Adams, the HBO miniseries/film. look it up. get fucking fired up about this. want to fight for a worthy cause? its coming. 

what else what else what else. we almost tore up all the crapped out laminate from our underground headquarters in Rome. VCT mothalickas! 2 words: boyakashown! I found out I'm a secret diva disquised as a veggie-cashier. Ro is crawling up the walls, leaving sluggy slime trails behind him. he laughs. 

lucid dreaming. need tips. and also anybody who shamefully doesn't read this blog, Start! it will be the future epicenter of Change, radiating instructions for insurrection, directions for destruction... thus

creation

need help feeling good? ok heres a search term thrown in. Secrets to feeling good. this is advice I got in my dream the other morning: "stretch your veins or they will decay." you got to squirm, wringle, and fight. act like a monster and you will turn into a glorious monster, Vomiting Ice. the destroyer, the bastard, the catalyst, the sage/gworm.

I'm almost 24 now and I know exactly what I want and it feels wayyy too good. here comes june. here comes high strung mini-tour.

The universe remains balanced

"without any rhythmic contrasts their effervescent crescendos turned into grating, discordant calamities"

-groovescapes.com

"tepid... little more than a medley of mixed up Beach Boys tunes."

-wirelessbollinger.com

gotta take the bad with the good, I say. 

Anthills Grow Faster Trailer

Lightning strikes in a black sky. Close up on the queens face. She's sweating, brow furrowed, eyes determined. The sound of rain beating against the ground is looming. Panning shot the maintainance workers in single file, carrying debris. a water droplet swells suddenly from the tunnel wall, engulfing several. silent, blackness. set for stun starts in with grungey electric guitar, oscillating octaves. a chorus sings bah bah bah synchronously with a montage of the two ants arguing atop the hill. the next bah bah bah shows the same two struggling against the current of workers through the tunnels, then close up on they're earnest expressions in the royal chamber, eggs shuttering in a cluster behind them. third bah bah bah, anthill as seen from directly above, suddenly pummeled by rushing water, bahs cascading down with the water as the camera zooms slowly and the erosion of the hill becomes significant. silence, blackness. rushing water in the background as close up on the queens smile, not joy but confident readiness in the creases of her mouth. cut to ANTHILLS GROW FASTER in white Life in the air letters. end.

A note on the farture

have you read the time machine? its like that. eloi scurrying. tiny people. they build elaborate metal-but-not-metal igloos, and they don't know how they build them. they have this language thats our language but twisted and weird. example:

little dumpling lady says, "me praelio hut hut camps!" to which peepock replies "worm you my perncil?"

see? they have this music, too, which I guess is the main point to consider. Its the accompaniment of a wandering id. no electronics necessary. Almost french sounding, lots of reed use. drums are hard to pin down. lately I've been hearing elements of the farture but I shant say where or who. More later, baby crying.

back from Mecca

I just want to say that I had more fun than you last weekend. Don't believe? Are your arms sore from playing nonstop rule 12/push because you just can't stop won't stop dominating? Do your ears still ring like the god damn liberty bell on st. patricks day from all the shrieks and cackles of midnight banshees? probly not. Did you happen upon a free massage in the most eloquent of lounges looking over the sun-illuminated skyline of Indie-Rock Mecca? think about it... Did you drink for free and smoke for freer, curse like a jackolantern, spread your god-given love to hundreds of hungry sunburnt texans, get it all on your handy-ass HD Flip cam that wesley let you use, AND see the Oh Sees perform their brand new brain-fucklers right fucking across the street? doubt so. Oh how bout that time you didn't free run the whole time through the smiling crowds and away from eric cause he's mad you took his socks without asking then cursed his heart? member when you didn't do that? I do.

shit was fun. wers.

tithings

so I'm looking at this box of albums, sitting here in my dining room. 120 of them and more in the merch case. they are so beautiful to me. worth so much. you too can enjoy one, or two if you'd like and have the cash. we're giving a grand total of none not one of these away, not even to the old family. I'll burn you one for free but you have to purchase the art and and the interludes that are only available when you hold this tangible treat in your slimy pawpaws. slip it into your stereo for a $10. starting march 24th. ending never. it sounds great by the way. little bit of everything.