SO I CAN DANS MY BARNS OUT
11/2 THE MODERN AGE, portland, OR
ghosties and forty hundy thundy with kickball, southern belle, and starfucker.
PULZ TAKE ME TO THIS SOW
pierced arrows with chance became fate at the wandering goat? hell yes i am there. thursday evenening, lads and ladies. it should be good. it should be great. i hear that the pierced arrows play “over the edge,” a song they did not play when i saw them as dead moon in cottage grovei would have dearly loved to see it, and perhaps will yet. i will brazenly yell that request, dudes, and that’s not a thing i often ( evar ) do.
for the past four or five days, this bird has been throwing itself repeatedly at my windows. i know it’s some kind’v omen, i just don’t know how to interprate it.
before i buckle down and record a minimal-ass album, i’m gonna do a superlayed ep with the helps from anna cordis. we’ll call it the “tender bird ep.” and it will be much fun t make. read: mathy and intricate, which is not usually how i roll, but sometimes and i’ve got a few songs to show it.
oh man speaking of such music i have been hitting the joan of arc so hrd lately. they get a wierd amount of hate from the indie rockers, which is frustrating and makes little sense, as they are by no means a crap band. they are, in fact, one of america’s greatest, in terms of output, creativity, earnesty, originality and so forth and so on. (and guitar playing. damn.) is it because they used to be in an emo band? cap’n jazz was fucking great, as was a lot of that proto-emo stuff. no, sirs, i jst don’t get it. at all. (and ps tim kinsella’s lyrics are really, really good. poetically sound, and lyrically awesome. not many lyrics are poetically sound, people, while still being good as lyrics. much hats go off).
