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…
Mar 26 2018
Mar 26 2018
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…
Apr 29 2017
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…
Read moreMar 4 2017
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…
Dec 31 2016
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…
Sep 15 2016
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…
Nov 30 2015
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.
Apr 15 2015
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…
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