went to the photobooth book opening
then bkd and i played games on paper while a czechoslovakian made us food. i had a half chicken. then over to the bean for some experimental stuff, barbacoa and persian claws. its great that the last few shows i have been to have been packed full of people dancing. persian claws and barbacoa were both great. i walked home in quiet.
sleeping you is better for me
because i cant stand the ocean
anymore
it snowed tonite
a squall
from inside it was a replacement
of traps. pretty for pretty.
outside i wore a hat
because moisture kills in cold.
nite soldier. keep your chin up.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A day once dawned from the ground then the night she fell and the air was beautiful the night she fell all around
worked in the studio.
walked around.
listened to surf music.
it was a good day if you like snow.
i thought about a valentines poem i wanted to write. it would be long and would work against the positive attitude i am working on. so i decided not to write it.
today i have strength
in my hands
they are old and normally weak
my grip is not strong
but today,
today i have strength,
i feel like a new man.
the door knob turns with ease
and swings right open
i can leave without struggle
and my groceries,
today, they practically carry themselves home.
my knees,
they move like they
have been greased
with royal purple.
i dont know what it is
but my legs carry me down the street
like i am 16.
my neck turns today.
my head is not hung
it moves freely and without pain
i can look up at the birds
and down at the concrete.
i can see the river to my left and storefronts to my right
without hearing the internal creaks
of neck swings.
i look at the pretty girls
who are still out of my league
but for a different reason
and think:
'if my penis got some of this new found life i might just talk to that pretty lady'
walked around.
listened to surf music.
it was a good day if you like snow.
i thought about a valentines poem i wanted to write. it would be long and would work against the positive attitude i am working on. so i decided not to write it.
today i have strength
in my hands
they are old and normally weak
my grip is not strong
but today,
today i have strength,
i feel like a new man.
the door knob turns with ease
and swings right open
i can leave without struggle
and my groceries,
today, they practically carry themselves home.
my knees,
they move like they
have been greased
with royal purple.
i dont know what it is
but my legs carry me down the street
like i am 16.
my neck turns today.
my head is not hung
it moves freely and without pain
i can look up at the birds
and down at the concrete.
i can see the river to my left and storefronts to my right
without hearing the internal creaks
of neck swings.
i look at the pretty girls
who are still out of my league
but for a different reason
and think:
'if my penis got some of this new found life i might just talk to that pretty lady'
Sunday, January 25, 2009
im afraid that hes already wise to all the things that i have done.
spent the day doing house cleaning at the studio. shuffling stuff around and putting the last of the jacks in the wall. i guess it wasn't a full day. i was slow to get going.
so now i listen to slow acoustic music
with lots of space
through my shitty computer speakers.
i am tired of fidelity
i used to make mental notes of things to write about all day.
i stopped doing that a while ago.
needed some space.
its cold.
windy.
dark.
and all this space tonite
is for warmth.
if i can find some.
so now i listen to slow acoustic music
with lots of space
through my shitty computer speakers.
i am tired of fidelity
i used to make mental notes of things to write about all day.
i stopped doing that a while ago.
needed some space.
its cold.
windy.
dark.
and all this space tonite
is for warmth.
if i can find some.
Early dawning, Sunday morning. It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago.
Bradley's Almanac listed MFDOJ's No Order as some of his favorite music of 2008 here.
Its always awesome to be scrolling through blogs you read daily and find your own stuff listed there. Thanks!
Also I got word that One Happy Island was voted one of the best bands of 2008 by twee.net. Nice work! They are playing a bunch of shows soon. Probably near you. Check out their myspace page for more info.
The Rough Francis show with Blowtorch and Vacant Lots was super fun Friday nite. I didn't really take many pictures. I have been slacking in that department lately. If you have some send them to me.
People in the basement:
Have a great Sunday. Fill your mouth with coffee and pancakes.
Its always awesome to be scrolling through blogs you read daily and find your own stuff listed there. Thanks!
Also I got word that One Happy Island was voted one of the best bands of 2008 by twee.net. Nice work! They are playing a bunch of shows soon. Probably near you. Check out their myspace page for more info.
The Rough Francis show with Blowtorch and Vacant Lots was super fun Friday nite. I didn't really take many pictures. I have been slacking in that department lately. If you have some send them to me.
People in the basement:
Have a great Sunday. Fill your mouth with coffee and pancakes.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
burning shit for obama
bd and i ate carrot cake (we couldn't find pie) and started a fire that became the center of a galaxy for obama.
now i am listening to jvkm without any pants on.
i had some thoughts that revolved around mercury rev lyrics.
i havent really been able to get in the poetry writing mood lately. i'm not sure why. im bet it will change. in the mean time here is a poem for you by langston hughes
Let America be America Again
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
Langston Hughes
---
in addition. dont forget to hug and thank your friend who does social work. even if their work doesnt directly effect you. they deserve it. and. thanking them / being their friend does not count as social work. after you are done being all awkward with your thanking and hugging. please ask them how you can help then follow through.
we all appreciate your initiative.
good nite soldier.
fight.
now i am listening to jvkm without any pants on.
i had some thoughts that revolved around mercury rev lyrics.
i havent really been able to get in the poetry writing mood lately. i'm not sure why. im bet it will change. in the mean time here is a poem for you by langston hughes
Let America be America Again
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
Langston Hughes
---
in addition. dont forget to hug and thank your friend who does social work. even if their work doesnt directly effect you. they deserve it. and. thanking them / being their friend does not count as social work. after you are done being all awkward with your thanking and hugging. please ask them how you can help then follow through.
we all appreciate your initiative.
good nite soldier.
fight.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
OMG Posters, Official Awesome, Milk Milk Lemonade, and a bunch of other stuff.
List of things:
1. OMG Posters! Posted a nice thing on soft-pedal here. You can buy the book here.
2. Official Awesome posted some info on Rough Francis and Death here.
3. Milk Milk Lemonade posted My First Days on Junks 'Try Hard' in their Sorting the Shoe(gaze) Vol 2. comp. With a bunch of other great bands. Get it here.
Bonus info:
Rucchi and I will be playing a few songs with Lets Whisper on valentines day. We are playing with the Pains of Being Pure at Heart and The Depreciation Guild.
There is also another Rough Francis show at the Monkey on 2/27 with Persian Claws and Chris Brokaw of The New Year.
This blog will go back to being a thing besides a list of links and shows soon. maybe. hopefully.
rock it soldier.
1. OMG Posters! Posted a nice thing on soft-pedal here. You can buy the book here.
2. Official Awesome posted some info on Rough Francis and Death here.
3. Milk Milk Lemonade posted My First Days on Junks 'Try Hard' in their Sorting the Shoe(gaze) Vol 2. comp. With a bunch of other great bands. Get it here.
Bonus info:
Rucchi and I will be playing a few songs with Lets Whisper on valentines day. We are playing with the Pains of Being Pure at Heart and The Depreciation Guild.
There is also another Rough Francis show at the Monkey on 2/27 with Persian Claws and Chris Brokaw of The New Year.
This blog will go back to being a thing besides a list of links and shows soon. maybe. hopefully.
rock it soldier.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Death in MOKB and Rough Francis show
My Old Kentucky Blog posted and article about Death here.
When is rough francis going to play the death songs again? Glad you asked.
hope to see you there.
When is rough francis going to play the death songs again? Glad you asked.
hope to see you there.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
soft-pedal now available for sale.
My new book is now available here:
Soft-Pedal is 32 poems about nature, speculation and frustration.
The packaging was designed by rucchi. It has a 3 color hand screen printed cover with a die cut hole. You get 3 one color screen printed inserts so you can choose which one you want to show through the hole.
This is a signed and numbered edition of 100.
Soft-Pedal is 32 poems about nature, speculation and frustration.
The packaging was designed by rucchi. It has a 3 color hand screen printed cover with a die cut hole. You get 3 one color screen printed inserts so you can choose which one you want to show through the hole.
This is a signed and numbered edition of 100.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
all this dog and pony we're still monkeys the whole time we could not help from flinging shit in our modern suits and ties
and severance wonders what motivates her
to leave her near mile high town
for cash monies slid
in her jean skirt pocket
a copyrighted symbol
© 2009
right before her name
oh, very well, then
stubborn beauty, stubborn beauty
oh, very well, then
to leave her near mile high town
for cash monies slid
in her jean skirt pocket
a copyrighted symbol
© 2009
right before her name
oh, very well, then
stubborn beauty, stubborn beauty
oh, very well, then
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Go on black don't pass me up lets destroy don't make it stop my tornado clean shit up my tornado
1. The Casbah put Try Hard on their podcast for for best tracks of 2008 here. There are a bunch of other songs on there I like too by Magnetic Fields, Beach House and the Ravonettes. You should go there and check it out.
2. No Order is now on sale at Tonevendor here. They have a ton of other great stuff there too. While you are buying my record you should buy some other awesome stuff.
3. The show my other band, Rough Francis, had at 242 back on 12/5 was listed by the Burlington Free Press as one of the best shows of 2008. Check it out here.
3.5 Uncut made a post about Death here.
4. Rucchi made a cool post about Soft-Pedal here. You can see what the films and stuff looked like from the printing in the one sheet. I will put it up for sale soon I think.
5. Started mixing the new Darker Hues record today.
The reading the other day was pretty fun. It was the third time I have read. I'm going to call it a success. The other people who read were really fun to listen to.
a common goal
shining shells
run away
niagra falls...
2. No Order is now on sale at Tonevendor here. They have a ton of other great stuff there too. While you are buying my record you should buy some other awesome stuff.
3. The show my other band, Rough Francis, had at 242 back on 12/5 was listed by the Burlington Free Press as one of the best shows of 2008. Check it out here.
3.5 Uncut made a post about Death here.
4. Rucchi made a cool post about Soft-Pedal here. You can see what the films and stuff looked like from the printing in the one sheet. I will put it up for sale soon I think.
5. Started mixing the new Darker Hues record today.
The reading the other day was pretty fun. It was the third time I have read. I'm going to call it a success. The other people who read were really fun to listen to.
a common goal
shining shells
run away
niagra falls...
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