i'm afraid of life

lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

it never really happened.

Monday, December 12, 2005

A Wireless Camera pt.4: The Union

"you could make that opening a little bigger. shorten the legs. some of the organs are unnecessary, but we have time to fix all that. jesus, it's like filling a grocery bag. when i was 5 we got a pinata for my brothers birthday party. this one reminds me of that, especially split open like he is."

i am a master plumber and electrician. i build working systems out of inactive materials. i have a gentle touch. i weild a mighty hammer. look up at those clouds, stare straight into the sun. yes, you can. i did that with wires and tubes. i can make it all work. i'm only lacking that one special gift.

my choice for album of the year is alex chiltons' "like flies on sherbert". it wasn't released this year, i didn't get it this year, but nothing released in recent memory (my memory) has matched it's brilliance.
produced by chilton and jim dickinson (who should really, really produce every album recorded by guitar based bands from here on out), it's quite shocking on first listen. tempos fluctuate, drum sticks are dropped, guitars fade in and out of the mix, mics crackle overwhelmed by noise, and chilton cracks up mid-song. it sounds like they hired great session musicians then had them play instruments they had never touched before. it's everything commercial rock is not. it's fun. it's passionate. it's unrestrained. it's reckless. it's rock.
recently a re-mixed,re-mastered version was put out. this is like putting perfume on a turd. leave it be. sometimes a turd sums it all up.

"my rival/gonna stab him on arrival/shoot him dead with my rifle".

now that speaks to me.

Friday, December 09, 2005

buzzards circle the small white man. synthesized percussion ping-ponging in his ears. a noose draped around him like a necktie.
the headgear is in place. your foot swings back. you wait for the word that will raise the sun and allow the buzzards to feed.

Thursday, December 08, 2005


Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Why did that thought come to you when it did? what's the subtle difference between hearing voices and having irrational thoughts?
a crippled infant wakes up in a neat, new crib. starfish, strung from the ceiling, circle above.

goodnight...(sung)this won't do...(whispered)goodnight...