please stop your complaining.

If I could, I would force you to the outskirts of our oh so reassuring suburbia. Nuclear family. Nuclear family. Nuclear family. This is what you wanted, right? Because everything has come together so fucking perfectly. I will be the vultures that pick your scabs and eat the skin from your face, and I will be the decay that sets in as your organs cease to function. The cancer in our lungs is the same, but I hate every last thing about you. Did I get under your skin? I meant to be as a parasite, crawling up your spine and feeding on our indifference and our inability to make sense of each other. Your masks are in the basement now; I put them there and dissected each one until I could understand the ways in which they function and tear every inch of hope from our lives. The benign sense of self I once knew. The childish pictures stored up in my head. I am well aware that none of it is real, and that nothing will ever live up to the time of now faded comfort, but you gave me every reason to cut my insides to pieces and let go of better things. This will be the end of you.

thanks buddy.

bobby collected body parts.

recording vocal parts for the new empty signals ep.

I suppose I'm just going to upload the tracks as they are finished. Today I managed to get one of the older ones into a more compact format. The first version dragged on a bit too long, and it wasn't very interesting. Anyway, it's called "Bobby Collected Body Parts", and you can listen or download it in the box.net folder below.

I don't actually know anyone named Bobby.

turquoise hexagon sun.

Empty Signals is not a project for singles, but I've decided to release one of the tracks before the rest of the album. You can listen to it over here. To be honest, the other tracks aren't where they need to be at this time. That should be wrapped up soon, but there's still some vocal and guitar tracks to record. Anyway, that's the album cover above. I have this thing for black spray paint right now.

Beautiful Orange Aqueduct may be working on some new recordings soon. There's a lot of material I've had around for a while that I want to include; a lot of brand new stuff too. There's not much to say about that yet, as we really haven't worked it out. Well, I have ideas, but they will probably change. I'm also into the idea of doing a new version of "It Always Feels Right". Most of the other songs on the demo that we recorded over the summer don't really represent where we are now. Things were obviously going to be different due to the whole losing a member thing, but I'm looking forward to hearing how these new songs sound. But I haven't even worked with Kevin on most of them at this point. So I really don't know what I'm saying. Everything could change drastically by the time it's all recorded. The only thing I can say for sure is that I won't have to emulate the string parts on my keyboard this time. Which is really exciting.

Today is a holiday. A very non-vegan friendly holiday. I don't much care for tofu turkey, so I suppose I'm at a loss.

Also.

The only safety is in The Safety Cupboard. I recorded a vocal track for "we are without faces" in there. I have no idea as to what made me do that.

we are without faces.

we are without faces

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I was unsure if I was happy with the new Empty Signals material for some time, but it seems to have turned out well and I have put together a new EP called "we are without faces". There's a promotional video above, and I hope to have that online within a week or so. It's very much in the same head space as "thisiswhatwedowithstaticminds", but I feel the song writing has improved and the recordings are much better. The vocals will no longer clip the hell out of your speakers. I apologize for that. For some reason I always felt it was essential to process my voice to the point where it would exceed reasonable volumes. I have stopped doing that.

There's not much to say about Beautiful Orange Aqueduct right now. Kevin likes this one jazz song that I wrote a while back. That's about it.

Other things. Other things drain the fucking life from me. But I've rediscovered The Moscow Coup Attempt. So that's good.

sunshine. sunshine. sunshine.

you give me miles and miles of mountains, and i'll ask for the sea.

Beautiful Orange Aqueduct is once again looking for a drummer.

I am twisted up and coiled like the knots in your tree.

Here is a video from the show last Friday. It's now Monday. Irrelevant. Anyway, I think it went well. Especially considering the circumstances. Not that circumstance, the other one. Why the hell am I being lame and cryptic? I have no idea. Stop. End.

November 2, 2007 - The Bernville Grange

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Charles Bukowski, Damien Rice, black lights, and seven candles in an orange room is the perfect substitute for sleep.
And now, more than ever, I'm crazy about those jazz harmonies and chord structures.

New Sigur Ros album today.

chapstick.

I have spent the night recording bits from AM radio stations, and processing them to the point that they don't sound like anything. It's not really musical. Or even interesting. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Last night, in order to get in the right headspace for something I'm working on, I read a book by Miklos Nyiszli. He was a Jewish prisoner who was made the assistant of Dr. Mengele at one of the Auschwitz crematoriums during the Holocaust . In horrifying detail, he wrote of the experiments in which he took part. I cannot comprehend how any human being could be as malicious and disgusting as Mengele, and the entire book, while important, was extremely unsettling.

Empty Signals. I have a lot of stuff that I should upload. As far as that project goes, I stopped creating a while back and started spilling the things inside my broken head on to an audio track. That's all it is. Press record.

they want nothing more than to cut you up into a thousand pieces

the oh so noble council meets daily to pray for your demons

Anyway, it's far more honest than anything else that I am responsible for, and I suppose that's all that really matters.

Listen, if you have faith in some sort of god and all that, great. I'm not saying it's an unhealthy thing. I'm simply saying it doesn't make sense, it's unintelligent to trust anything that much, and I don't believe a word of it. So leave me the fuck alone. The parties addressed will more than likely never read this, but that felt like an appropriate way to get that out.

I meant to do more with this page tonight, but blogger is not allowing me to upload this. I'll try again some other time.

"if you remove your face, you'll look more like what you want everyone to see."