the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...

indie pop heaven posted some stuff about colin clary and the magogs her life of crime here.

it looks like there may be a real audio download of the record there. which is fine. we put a lot of work into that record a few years back and i'm glad people still like it.

no one in iceland has looked at my blog yet. i think im going to make it a goal to have someone in iceland look at my blog before christmas. i dont know why, or how to make it happen. if you know someone there... send them an email asking them to go to this page. it will be awesome for me.

treble fury
silenced missions
false faces
whispers
white white whispers
cold winds
grass houses
frozen fogged breath of visitors
bringing gifts
warm drinks
neighborhood pride


... desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”