Adjectives, and other unnecessary things in music.

So almost a year and with half as much of that put to honing knowledge in the fistic
musicalistic arts, here's a version of a song that was released about a year ago. Basically it's been beefed up and made to be less goofy and more gritty. The reason being there's more focus on where and the what is this beast headed for, also applicatin' for some shows.

Carry On.

Smoke em if you got em signals.

So in lieu of progress internally as the usual trappings of society, the self and lack of budget collide :

 NEW SONG
Just because there aren't enough songs in the world that involve floorboards, demons and beside manner. Thank reddit for having a 30 second song marathon/opportunity the day I signed up because whynottheheck. Yeah it could be considered a ripoff if you have an attention span.
But wait, there's more,
Dull silence.
Anyways there are more songs, reworked and new on the way plus shows. I won't say definitely but there will be a king hell attempt to put my foot and mouth uncombined out there with the purpose of kicking ass. Reason being, between actual art gigs and learning the voodoo of proper recording techniques this turd carrying train wreck will start to (at least) sound polished Stay tuned.

(Relevant if you dig this art, HERE is some of me and my cohort's visual slabs of nonsense for purchase.)

my own private idaho via britannia

or not. with a vacation slowly but surely looking
not happening ish, in the words of the good doctor
"I felt it was time for a gross reappraisal"
So as a marker on any ocean, this is more of a
a little footnote for where I am at. Which is the hell
I don't know. I am going to take a step
back, it might be the end of this project?
Some more songs possibly on the way which
upon listening to should magnify the issue of so where
am I going with this?
 Then there's my headspace. Between my two ears and behind
one eye open to a mirror it reads like this for lack of a better description.
 (My apologies to Converge.)
So Indeed.
Until If and when we rise again.

March on

 Hey I've been kind of busy so I outsourced my updates to a better skilled writer.
Quit your whining you get a brand new song to listen to then disregards, so cheers

 
-This week sees another release of a song by the so called musical collective end
credit blighters. It consists of one man which digs up once again the age old argument
of whether or not a one man orgy is just masturbation. This has dogged philosophers
and the lonely for as long as man has no longer been afraid of being wiped off the
food chain by much more agile and efficient creatures. So if you listen you
are contributing to this never ending uroborus circle jerk. For someone with no
sense of humor dan is a mediocre song writer and this latest collection of notes
and rhythm displays an almost peace to violent to peace to violent that borders somewhere
between pretentious and clever. It's in the same neighborhood as ironic and witty but
they refuse to be seen with the likes of those two. I digress. You brought this
on yourself in fact having me write the introduction for this song may just be
a means for him to avoid having to preface what this song is about.
That dirty pig fucker. So bottom's up to the thinning lines between how our artists
and those in charge operate.
-Oswald.

anyways new fancy layout over at the bandcamp and more coffeehousery until I bamboozle
some respectable music club into giving me a chance.

IT LIVES.

But we may still kill it?

More ass kicking less bubble gum chewing sort of song up at the bandcamp.
Have a listen. Unless you thought Inception was the pinnacle of western
storytelling, in which case HERE's a lesson on metaphors and plot,
but you have to wait until the end to learn it.




More ways to experience this audio disaster, other than
uncomfortably by yourself near a computer, coming to get you soon.

Evil laughter.

disaster leads a swift and terrible vegeance

So what happened? Did the jackass responsible for this blog die? Better opportunity? Good Fortune?
Fucking maybe and double wide double no. Well you made the effort to get here so I won't let you leave empty handed. (a) Hope is a luxury in these parts but despite setbacks and the living condition challenges there a quite few songs on the way, t-shirts and shows now with a better fool proof set up.

(b)BUT for those of us who are realistically inclined and know the guarantees gutters hold and back alleys pipe dreams lead to; no promises as to when I will be back on my feet or even if I will be able to sing that soon following or at all. So stay tuned and please have a drink for me because I can't for sometime. Big sad faces y'all.

sabbat of the he got shows

Redundancy rules! An update on the update.

So you want our very own cd to brag about? You want an 11x 17 poster with all the lyrics on the back?
If you got two whole dollars show up at any of the following shows over the next however long it takes to sell 15 cds to confused witnesses, one can be yours. While supplies last. Also bring dollhairs and we're taking your kidneys. Dont worry there will be more cds with booklets just not as sweet or professionally printed ish.

So now to see how this nonsense goes over? Of course they're coffeehouses/Open mics you're not dealing with confident morons here.
12/12 All Asia Cambridge MA
12/13 !UPDATE! NOTHING BECAUSE THURSDAY DOESN'T EXIST FOR ME THIS YEAR.
12/14 Ask me about technical non electric acoustic difficulties.......

If nothing else they serve alcohol at every one of these fine establishments. Speaking of more beer, two more songs are finalized and ready for recording. What's that you say about will they sound
better well that depends on if I can record them under better conditions soooooooo who's got a basement attic alley or storage space for recording? Double goes if you can record.  Stay tuned or get at me.

GO AND LISTEN HERE.  We attack after dusk but before last call.