skies tuned to a dead channel.
- Black Moon
I find myself these days huddled in an oversized windbreaker most nights listening to Sparks, swaddled in synthetics and impossible angles. Its the angles and the hues that do it for me, not to belittle the sounds of the mid seventies LA glam project founded by Ron and Russell Mael. That goes without [...]
- Asteroids
I’ve adapted to keeping a very limited interaction with people based on a sort of theory of Asteroids. The more shots fired at a moving object, the more splintering of complexities litter the field of vision. Dodging rather large, slow moving rocks is particularly easy to do. Then again, they are always [...]
- I stared into the void and all I got was this fucking button.
Complexities exist out of the sheer delight of whatever ancient gods exist in the thunderclaps. In fact, its often any wonder anyone complains when disaster happens for it seems to be the only real indication that the powers from above are remotely interested in affairs of the heart and soul. Every bolt of [...]
- Lord and Master
Its a fairly loose kept secret that I am an occasional collaborator with long time friend J-Lo from GNB and DF. I’ve known said parties forever and he’s always kept me in the loop regardless of my state of mind, domesticity, or existential dread. So I consider this payback for that night in [...]
- Conversations about the Kingdom of Fire
It had to happen somewhere in the midst of some impossible chain of events. Some weird alchemy would lead me to a small plastic walkman fade painted orange with presumably what was spanish montana like a bright signpost. As Partyman by Prince drifted into the warbled and distorted symphony of “Scandalous,” a [...]
