Ethan Keller

Friday.
Wake. Snuggle. Walk. Shower. Clean. Pack. Drive 9 hours to southwest PA. Arrive at venue. Set up. Sit at bar and get carded and complimented on my looks. I like this place already. Eat 2 of 3 awesome shrimp…

The Hop

Wake.

Snuggle.

Shower.

Organic chocolate milk breakfast.

A good week to kick caffeine.

No time to pray your advice.

Colors of joy lining corduroy pockets.

Electric spirit taps out technivangelization.

Live from the tip of electrode.

Living on…

I tried to stop performing.
It didn't work out too good.
I guess making noise seems to be the thing people pay me to do, and so I need to take care of my son.
But there is something else…

Dear all the people,

After 20 plus years of playing shows, I've decided to step away from performing live. I suppose I owe an explanation. Here it is: it is inexplicable.

My last live solo show in Wisconsin will be…

So, about "Dead Man Dancing:"

It's not sad. But it's definitely not happy.
It may not really be me at all.
It's a patchwork of mediocrity spit from aurally unrecognizable strangers' lips.
Me? Listen for me in the background among…

What do I do with all this future garbage?
Who on earth is not a junk collector?
Why should I hold on to my coat?
Birds don't trade seed for feathers.
They just keep moving.
Towards a fat red sun.

Sometimes when my eyes hurt from receiving photons, or my ears are ringing from too many sound waves, I can't find silence. Not aural silence, nor the tranquility I want, because I'm also buzzing from excitement and anticipation.

However, then…