former and latter

I'm writing alot these days. I'm working and reworking alot of different things, and I'm feeling happy right this minute. I'm heading down to tucson this weekend. I'm going to write a new little record for myself. I don't think this one will be readily available to everyone that wants one, as I have some ideas and conceptual stuff that I don't think everyone will be crazy about, but I haven't decided yet. I'll sleep on it.


ALSO: I'm putting together my set list for Brootal Sun Fest. I think I'm going to play D-Day All Weekend, a new song called Sensor, a revised dance version of an old Digital Avalanche song called No Wave, a very special cover, and maybe Gory for a Monday. If anyone has any suggestions on which of my other songs I should play, call me and let me know, or something: (928)-814-0686.

festival of the hunt

Winter skeletons

Slip and fall and snap your bones

Then rest on sofas



Golden locked girl skulls

Swivel about the party

Navigating foam



Pipe dream stomachache

Seems like you’re out to get me

Getting sick of this



Galahad good knight

What do I really want, God?

Just some peace of mind


So, show, so. The 20th of March I will play 'til I'm full. I will attend all three days if possible or perhaps just the 19th and 20th, due to departure times. All the same, it's going to be tops. Peachcake, Andrew Jackson Jihad, and Treasure Mammal (I believe,) plus many many more incredible groups, including my good friends Stan and Alex and their superb group, The Pro's of Con.

I'm going to have cd's and homemade t-shirts to be purchased and/or pillaged. I will have some records that will only exist in physical form, but if you talk to me, I can make sure you get ahold of what you want, even if they're not sufficiently stocked, or if you can't make it to the show.

Good Shooting,
Thommmm

bird stomach revisited

Hey, remember bird stomach? Well I'm reworking some of the parts and I'm making it the first part in a two part single tentatively titled stellar devastation.


That single will be released on the page, and maybe I'll make a few physical copies for Brootal Sun Fest.



More surprises in store toooooo

We're Not Getting Any Younger!

http://www.mediafire.com/file/mqxkq3wxzim/We're not getting any younger.rar


There it is! My debut american hyenas sound compilation! I finished up all the editing and lyric collecting last night, and she is finally finished. Oh joyous day! Oh grand delight! Oh jubilation!


hurrAH! hurrAH!







Please listen and tell me what you think.

bird stomach

You are what you eat, that's what a little bird told me.
I just polished off a bean and cheese burrito w/ guacamole and an ice cold horchata.


You are what you eat, that's what a little broad told me.
Which is why I've been eating Soylent Green. So I can be a person. So I can feel what people feel.


I'm sure if you're reading this, all you desire to know in life is my eating habits.


Tonight was unforeseeable. Tonight was blindingly obvious.


The album is not going to be finished while I'm down here. I'm not going to rush and half-ass the second part of it, I'll make it satisfactory back in Flagstaff. I will make use of this time, however, and jot down some new lyrics, and hopefully record a song or two for fun, but not intended for "we're not getting any younger".


I'm listening to Monsters of Folk right now, and it's making me feel level. Level and not unsettled and level and not disheveled. I was a clean cut prince tonight. It was the rest of the world that was so terribly screwed up, right? I can't be held accountable for the universe and its rotten ways.


New song coming soon, "bird stomach". It's about the old nova girl, and the new nova girl, and the knots in my stomach, and the knots in my yo-yo string, and Don Knotts. It's my christmas present to anybody who wishes that they were more cold blooded than they are.

It's hard for me to make things crystal clear, but essentially here is how my date with danger went:

day drained delusions

It is too too late, but my eyelids won't close.

My roommate just went to sleep, despite the fact that he has a final, (within the field of his major,) in the early AM tomorrow.

I'm heading down to Tucson earlier than I initially expected, and there isn't going to be room for me to bring my synth in the transport I'm stowing aboard, so I may need to borrow somebody's keyboard while I'm down there. Or I might just bring my computer over to the Palace of Like, and document some white Russian and/or screwdriver fueled jams on the ole' ivory war machine. I didn't finish recording what I needed to on my synth before heading out of town, and it looks like I'll be leaving early in the day tomorrow, so...hmmm.

Anyways, holidays! Saturday I may go see a brutal hardcore show with my brother. Looking forward to that. And my sister coming to town from Tampa for a brief public appearance. Also, I must admit, I am greatly looking forward to Taco Shop, Mondo Mondays, hot tubbing in strange environments, watching A Christmas Story with my brothers, seeing old faces, finding out what grades I got for this semester, watching It's a Wonderful Life with my cat, Mike Tyson, getting smashed on New Years, (and hopefully landing a new year's kiss on a foxy girl,) skyscraper scaling with the new beat generation, and absolutely writing a plethora of new songsss. Whatddya know about that?

I'm going to abandon ship now, and listen to some top notch recordings from one Freddy Ruppert. good evening. er, I mean morning.

haiku for you

stomach harshly growls
these days are the killing days
storms that hardly grow

first it was that look,
then bubblegum in a dish,
now where can I turn?

melody feel stream
my heart is your trashed campus
faucet nose pouring

how goes your daytime?
as rapid as my sprinter's?
pray that is not so


my dead retainer
feels like an alternative
to lip locking loss

I can't find my past
perhaps I misplaced it here,
underneath these clothes

listen up brothers
you know what we're not getting:
younger at all, huh?

nighttime laughs at me
for being such a maroon
oh, what a bully