art mag proposal

I recently worked on a proposal for an art mag that is being releasedby the folks at Lumpin and versioon fest...I wanted to post it for other people who reads this blog can comment on it...if i get the green light..this will be removed...wish me luck....here it is below...and sorry i have not posted in some time...i will get on it again once i get all the new skr release shit done....fuh eyea



Hello, I have been having fun writing about a call for a revolution in media as free use media…this is a manifesto of sorts in why we need one and maybe how it can be created. If an article in your mag gets the green light I will expand on these ideas and commentary with examples to support these ideas and interviews with those in media from all sorts of backgrounds. I foresee maybe this being a faux chief editor note like Carl Pope does on the first few pages of Sierra Club magazine…or maybe a commentary at the end of the mag..maybe I can be one of many who do this...or maybe a nut job that writes overzealous calls for change, but at least it gets people thinking about why they do art in the first place. I can make this serious or I can make it funny or both. I’m trying to make this to be open to commercial art as well with a hint (to put it lightly) of prejudice as more of a way to include it in this revolution instead of abolishment of it all together. Everything media can be mutated freely to promote significant progress good or bad…in any case, this media transparency would enable anyone to become eyes and ears to the world for those who want to immerse themselves into art media. It will because I think more people will participate in media with the fear of economic retaliation is removed. This I hope will promote a group or mass art media endeavors that transcends economic, social, and physical barriers. Of course any given artist may not know they are part of a group effort under these proposals but that’s the perks of this idea. This can be all buttshit…I am not immune to being ignorant….this may be all too preachy and all to self serving. Feel free to steer me into a given direction…or to steer clear form some of these ideas. I don’t need to concentrate on all these ideas maybe just choice ones. Also don’t feel pressure on using anything here…I’m a buddy, I won’t take offense..and if so, any suggestions would be wonderful. Thanks for your interest. Okay here we go…

No one working in the doldrums of art media and progressive media is making any money anyway, so it should become non-commercial. Non-Commercial is pro media free trade…pro free trade has gotten a bad rep with the large giant spinning translucent amber cube that hovers over names like WTO, CAFTA, and NAFTA and all it’s horrid advantages to capitalist driven governments over culture driven governments. But in the humble art driven media environs it can be a helpful choice to obtaining material (video, images, music etc) that is untouched by government oversight and laws. But one can see how this can be abused in other commercial commodities it should not when it’s hard and electronic media (unless the hard media is made with toxic materials but what artist you know would do that to another). We are an uninspired nation that is comfortable with having pop culture being endlessly recycled because it all has become commercial and stale. Let all media be accessible and of free use to artists because art media has a direct effect on positive culture change.


Commercialization of media is bad because it creates the need for grants….which leads for the need of a non- résumé driven media…grants have the touch of legitimacy which every artist or trades person wants because it transcends the whole upper-educated art brat or egghead anti-system which undeservingly seeps passively from the pores from anyone involved in media. Since media is not a true free trade commodity right now is why grants exist in the first place. Sure grants are wonderful for those who knows others who knows others but most of what is going on in the warm underbelly of the youth, poor, and working poor is mist on the mountain of what they can offer to a positive art culture is largely ignored. Media grants have become politicalized and seasoned with a self deserving ideology that they became a sweaty anxious product rather than a social culture movement in which they were created to pass. Sure there are exceptions, but the majority of media grants are not led by a majority. But media grants looks good on a résumés for those who follow that sort of thing..like advertising consultants and other like medium producers. (I want to build on current positive grant experiences here due to some ignorance I have outside of music that do help progressive media culture. And I want to work ultimately in creating a system of blind grants given to anyone who writes a simple formal proposal regardless if it has support or non-support within the community in which the media originates from.) Also formal credentials will not mean shit. More about what you are doing now then what got you there. Media can create understanding of happenings of everyday life anywhere who cares to look…More will want to be involved with art media since there is no standard placed on it’s outcome. Media can cause mutations in culture in ways that can be described as evolutional. Why give the eyes and ears to a select few? Grants if they should exists should be given to groups like a coop where a collective idea can flourish

Art should not be owned….artistic freedom for all…Media must be a non-commodity. Media as a non-commodity becomes one of obligation to culture and not a catalyst to boom artistic sovereign states…images, sounds, studies, and research are always bought and sold as something we need to have and placed value to thus selling capitalist pop culture to the masses. One feels today that if you are involved in media one must come up with something and you could make the big money. Make it career of it thus submitting to the whims of commercialism. Media with guide lines and rules like any business culture.. Yuck. All this creates is a custom of bound competitiveness and limited media progression. What if media of all sorts…photographic images, music, video etc were accessible for all to use without fear of prosecution and social ejection. Funny, this way of thinking is already utilized by all the largest media conglomerates but in a way that the final result becomes ownership. What we are then left with is so aggressive and self-serving it becomes pretentious as a glossy auto-show pamphlet of some new caravan. There are people who’s job out there is to seek trends in art and media and manipulate it into selling a product that will attract a given demographic. I’m sure these folks dig away at popular internet personal sites such as myspace and facebook to obtain what motivates the youth culture and exploits it without any regard of the media movement that created it. The way this is done is amazing considering we are talking about what is subjected to us all around us every day in a capitalist nation such as ours..We take it for granted as the way things are done. One must be able to let go of media creation so it can be mutated and spread and not one person can use it for profit..If corporations are given person taxable status, then they too can’t declare ownership thus subject to mutation and free use as well. Exploitation would not thrive in a non-commodity media driven society. Any type of exploitation will be amplified for all to see…thus making media more transparent and a hell of a lot more fun. EBay would have no control of worth of media which makes media more accessible to all. Media will become transparent and inviting and not for sale. This can be done with approval of the masses if done in such a way that one only needs to credit the borrowed media with electronic links to make known this is a free cooperated effort. More information is free and everyone can be involved.

Irritainment is Kuu

I want irritainment to be a new music style....the word "irritainment" was coined by my brother in law scott gibbons when he described skarekrauradio's music like 10 years ago...to be honest I thought his old band strawberry was the first irritainment band....but skarekrau is the 2nd if not the first...I think other bands will follow..I do hope so...I wrote the meaning of irritainment to a friend's band who is using irritainment as a description of their own music...I posted it on their myspace page. They posted it...but i redid it hear...for myself and future reference

irritainment is an unwave of future musick
irritainment is imitations of the sick tall children
irritainment is audio visual bone demons
irritainment is a bathroom destiny or a fate worse than grandeur
irritainment is non pleasing non talents that are non capitalists for nobody!
irritainment is free love, free resource, and free invention
irritainment is waste the brain to free the mind
irritainment is no ownership of ideas
irritainment is no gain from given tenure
irritainment is nothing is original and nothing is the same = everything

irritainment = an unwave of future musick = imitations of the sick tall children = audio visual bone demons = a bathroom destiny or a fate worse than grandeur = non pleasing non talents that are non capitalists for nobody! irritainment is free love, free resource, and free invention = waste the brain to free the mind = no ownership of ideas = no gain from given tenure = nothing is original and nothing is the same = everything

New Years

I really am a fool to think I was going to Blog everyday ...but this one is relating to a few weeks ago when me and the fam was able to stay at home before having to leave again to stay with Michelle's Mom and Step Dad's house for a week or longer while HUD removed the lead paint out of our house. But more on the de-leading later. Anyway, going back home from Chicago as I said went smooth on Saturday. Sunday, not much happened..maybe Michelle went out I forget. Monday I went in to work to get myself ready for the new year....No one was around but since My boss came in, I had to stay the whole darn it day...This was New Years eve thou and I was excited to have lived to see another year. Didn't know what I was going to be doing except for hanging with the family. but I was in the mood for company which seems to be always...I'm a social bug, I love people, I feel stronger around others..I'm not sure why...I work best alone and I love to watch movies alone..I like to read alone..but most people like to read alone....I like to eat alone...but I like to hang every chance I can get with others and I like to sleep with somebody most of the time..not always right next to a person..just someone else around...Because of this puzzling problem of mine I called Chris Zag to see what he was up too. Little did I know he called my house and asked the same. Chris and Allison and their little one Felicity live not far form us. Felicity is Chris' second kid and she's only like 8 months old. Chris is a guy I have worked with in the band "Lone Tree" and he was a major character in the movie "Naugacide." Also he's a good friend. Funny thou, His dad is best friends with my dad. They knew each other in High School right here in Collinsville. Also funny is that his birthday is December 10th and mine is December 8th...He was born in 1968 and I 1969. So we are only a year in age apart. Growing up I got Christmas cards and birthday cards form him, but mostly because his parents made him I think. I don't remember meeting him as a small boy but I was told we did. But we didn't become friends for real until around 2003 there abouts. I knew who he was before then and hung with him a few times. He was a newspaper delivery guy who instead of driving house to house throwing the damn thing out the window, he would carry all the papers in satchel and hand deliver the paper. He walked everywhere. Sometimes I would invite him in during these deliveries. Even back in 2000 I remember seeing him from in my house in Edwardsville walking with his 1st kid on his shoulders down the sidewalk. Turned out he only lived 1/2 a block away on the same street as I did all by chance. I also remember a time when I bumped into him at the shop and save in Edwardsville buying food with his daughter...we all happened to be standing in the same check out line...we didn't say anything then, but I bet we were thinking about it. So it's strange how we became friends after all this...I feel like we are lost cousins....like estranged family members. Anyway, we also have not seen each other since we both turned 38 and 39 respectively so it would be good to get together for that as well. We bundled up the kids and ran over to their place with beer and champagne. I also made a mix cd-r of old tunes from my record collection...I had Herbie Hancock, Art Ensemble of Chicago, Animal Collective, Mothers of Invention, Byrds, Cave, John Renbourn,

Ariel Pink, and other bands I thought they would dig. Also I made a collection of songs I'm working on that I want him and Allison to play over at some point. When we got there Felicity was already in bed so we didn't get to see her. Our kids were snotty anyway so I guess it was for the best she was not around. We hung out mostly drinking and playing the CDs I brought over. Chris made some snacks and talked about how his hair is falling out. I don't think it is or as much as he thinks it is. Not muched happened...Chris did have a great facal expression he would make Quenby go wildly with explosive bursts of laughter and made her run crazy around and around chris like a nascar phantom.....it was as if he made his eyes pop from his head and his lips became as small is a dime....while grunting...I told him I wish I could make her do that and he just zoned and told me it was becasue I didn't have an ugly face...that and Michelle did say she liked my new songs, which meant alot to me since I don't recall her saying anything nice about my music for some time. but remember...free...is the way to be...i by chance have currently nautical almanac's "cover the earth" churning my turntable's jade milk on to the mute recluse that is my vinyl floor...free...free.fre....anyway, we watched Quenby chase after their cats and slam doors all over the place. Her energy is amazing I'd say...never stops ever. .. . ever . .. .ever. .. .anyway Faren was doing pretty good until Allison wanted to give her hair a brushing...got her all upset for some reason...the real case here is that the kids were wanting to go to sleep and was being kept up by us so they could bring in the new year. Faren normally loves new years eve cuz she always got real excited with people around being all full of good goo....happy as can be...but this time it didn't bode well. maybe it is because she's older now and see thru stuff..or maybe it's all physical...maybe both...but she was not too happy...but not pissed...Quenby meanwhile was having a meltdown by the time Chris put on Abba's Greatest Hits Vol 2. I remember reading once that at one time Abba was Sweden's biggest export after Volvo or maybe Abba was indeed the biggest...I mean they were huge right? Let's take this album, Abba's Greatest hit VOLUME 2!!.......now I know when a band ever gets to the level of having a 2nd greatest hits album they should just find something better to do..you know better than to give the people the left over crap that didn't cut your actual greatest hits album..like it was marginal stuff only die hard fans would dig...but if they dig these they must have all the albums already right? I think greatest hits albums are for people who may have heard of the band or maybe some friends might dig it but you don't know if you like what yr friends dig or whatever..but you might respect the rave enough to try it but don't want to spend the money on a random non-great album by the artist (which in some cases as a piece of work in which songs can't just be removed and placed randomly on a scrapbook..but that's besides the point now) . This album follows ups "ABBA GOLD" (i think that's the name)...so I'm thinking there must be some goofy song chris put on to fuck with us asking to hear abba. But it turns out that vol2 has some of the most famous abba songs ever..not some leftover scuzz..shit!!! they must be huge to pull off a real 2nd Greatest Hits Album..Vol2 has "Dancing Queen" and "Take A Chance On Me"..those were the only abba songs I knew really and they both happen to be on Vol2. either Abba is a killer hot bandathon or I have slodge bottom tastes...i donnno....but we all danced to Abba for a few nice moments as 2008 slithered in and with it's cycloptic fog casting wonder and excitement as we forgetting who's cup or goblet we were drinking our champagne from. Then we about quarter after midnight we gathered our offsprings and headed out to home to put the kids to bed. Which went pretty well considering. We did however leave a hardly drunk bottle of champagne at chris and allison's and they won't drink it..it will be drain-o cum of the new year.

Last week of the year report

Hey, I have not blogged in about a week and a shit load has happened. sorry for the delay to those who actually read this thing. I'll try to do better. Well, lets see, Last Friday was a recovery day for me since I was out late Thursday doing the Buttfuck Pussy show at Manga. After work Friday night we went to Michelle's Dad and step-Mom's house to do a x-mas thing with them. We drank beer. Talked about cancer treatments and Monsanto work related accidents (Michelle's Dad worked as a pipe fitter at Monsanto for years but now is on disability). Drank more beer. They got me a Chicago Bears vinyl coat with a big roaring bear on the back and a Bears helmet on the front. It was also way too big for me. I look like a alcoholic pill-popin' drug dealer in it. A few years ago they got me a St. Louis Blues sweatshirt which I have never worn. I dig the Bears and all but I'll never wear this jacket. I have a mixed bag of feeling about pro-sports. I follow it but I don't live it really. I mostly follow it because most people do and I can always talk sports with people. It's up there with talking about the weather. If I can connect with people with sport related subject matter maybe I'll be able to talk about real things that matter like war and food. We did that and got home and got the kids to bed yada yada...don't remember much after that. Saturday came and at about noon we went to Michelle's Grandma's house in Granite City and did a lunch and x-mas thing there. Went home after sometime and started getting things ready for our trip up to Chicago. Saturday night was a doozy. Jake, Michelle's Brother came over to go with Michelle to drink beer and booze at a local bar called "Hurricanes." Bill and Monica came over the river so that Bill can finish recording weird videos he got form Webster and Monica went over to the bar to meet up with Michelle and Jake. Things were going good. Got the rest of Bill's videos recorded and then we sat around and spun a little bit of a Harry Chapin record, and alittle bit of a John Lennon record...maybe some of it was from Bill's laptop...don't remember. Anyway it was nice, something I wanted to do with Bill for some time. playing music over beers with Bill is one of my favorite past-times. He knows so much about music that I always learn something. We talked about Harry Chapin and his song "W.O.L.D." - which has great lyrics...I'll post them here for ya'll....


"Hello honey it's me...
What did you think when you heard me back on the radio... ?
And what did the kids say when they knew it was their long - lost
daddy-o....
Remember how we'd listen to the radio
And I said "That's the place to be."
And how I got that job as an FM jock
The day you married me.
It was 2 kids, and I was into AM rock
But I just had to run around
It's been 8 years since I left you babe
Let me tell you 'bout what's gone down...
I am the morning DJ... At W.O.L.D.
Playin' all the hits for you... Wherever you may be.
The bright good morning voice... Who is heard, but never seen!
Feelin' all of 45.... Goin' on 15.
The drinkin' I did on my last big gig...
It made my voice go low
They said that they like the young sound.......
When they let me go.
So I drifted on down to Tulsa Oklahoma
To do me a late night talk show
Now I've worked my way down home again
Here to Boise Idaho.... That's how this business goes.
I am the morning DJ... At W.O.L.D. !
Playin' all the hits for you
Wherever you may be
The bright good morning voice... Who is heard but never seen.
Feelin' all of 45..... Goin' on 15.
I BEEN MAKIN' EXTRA MONEY DOIN' HIGH SCHOOL SOCK HOPS
I'M A BIG-TIME GUEST EMCEE...
YOU SHOULD HEAR ME TALKIN' TO THE LITTLE CHILDREN
AND LISTEN WHAT THEY'RE SAYIN' TO ME!
I GOT A SPOT ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD...
JUST BEGGIN FOR A NEW TOUPEE
AND A TIRE 'ROUND MY GUT FROM SITTIN' ON MY...
BUT IT'S NEVER GONNA GO AWAY.......................................
Sometimes I get this crazy dream
And I just take off in my car
But you can travel on ten thousand miles
And still stay where you are
I been thinkin' that maybe I should stop this jockeying
And start that record store.
Maybe I could even settle down....
.... if you'd take me back once more.
...okay honey I see.
I guess he's better than me...
Sure girl, I understand.
You don't have to worry, I'm such a happy man.
wold WOLD wold WOLD wold WOL
WOL WOL..
WOLD D D
I am the morning DJ..
At KLBJ !
Playin' all the hits for you
Playin' 'em night and day!
The bright good morning voice
Who is heard but never seen...
Oh! Feeling all of 45....
.... Going on 16."


Then I got a call from Monica on my cell phone where all she said was "things are messed up you have to come here right away." I had no idea what was up but by the way she was talking I had to get there right away. They took our van so it left me with only our 1981 Cougar which I call "the solid brown" after the Strawberry song "Solid Brown." I had not started it in like 4 months since I take the bus and train to work these days and we were thinking about getting rid of it to save money. I did not even know how much gas was in the tank. But for some reason it started in cold weather the first time I turned the key. Amazing really. Bill stayed at my house in case the kids woke up. I drove over to Hurricanes and I see that there are a couple cop cars in the lot and when I parked the car on the street and got out the first thing I see is this 6 foot 5 inch completely bald cop dragging Michelle out of the bar in handcuffs. He told me to stop where I was and put Michelle in one of the cop cars. I was like "what the fuck was going on." Basically the cop told me (calling me "man" and "dude") that Michelle had kicked a car and was mouthing off so they arrested her for "disorderly conduct." Also I needed 75 bucks to get her out of jail and more if she continues to mouth off. I was like jeez whatever. I asked him if there was any damage to the car and he told me no but "how would you feel if somebody kicked my car" I looked back at my car at that point at my dented up and rusted 1981 Cougar and kinda laughed to myself (the pic there you see is not my car but looks just like it...imagine it with a large dent on the front fender, rust on the bumpers and no hubcaps). okay, well I guess I have to find some cash. So as I drove off to go back to my house Monica calls again and asked me to pick them up so I turned around and got Her and Jake and when I do they told me they were ordered to go by the police station. I drove us to the police station. I went to take a piss and when I came out there were these two jock looking frat boys hanging out there in the lobby. They said "Hey" and I walked passed them and sat next to Jake and Monica. That's when they informed me that those were the guys who called the cops on Michelle. I started to taunt them for being pussies and told them they called on a mother of two. Jake told me to calm down since they were filming us at all times there so I just started making goofy faces at the camera (which later Jake told me that a cop said I was acting like a fool or an ass or something for doing that). Then it was decided that I should go get some cash to bail Michelle out so I drove home to do just that. The only cash I had around was my skarekrauradio money we made from playing warning orbs. So I grabbed 80 bucks form that and told Bill what was going on. When I got back to the station Jake and Monica were in this room off the lobby and were being questioned about the whole thing. The cop was trying to figure out who broke one of the pussies glasses during the altercation. They wanted to know who this brother of hers is for some reason. I guess Jake did not mention to them he was Michelle's brother. I was standing in the door way at this time and told the cop that Jake was her brother and basically the cop shut up then because that "lead" was dismissed when the jocks didn't point him out. This cop also called me "dood." I guess a friend of Michelle's at the bar broke the guys glasses after one of the assholes pushed him in the neck. The friend ran so the cop told us that we were now responsible to paying for the glasses. Anyway, after the questioning was over Jake mentioned to the cop as an off subject kinda thing about how a cop killed two Collinsville teenage girls on the highway recently and why no cop was held responsible for that (Jake knew I think one of the girls). Then the cop got all offended and told Jake that he should mind his on business and he didn't know what all happened was being a general jack off about it. He continued to be as such for the rest of the night. Later Michelle told me it was the same cop who after the questioning was put in a jail cell. Anyway, finally the cop asked us up to pay the 75 dollar bail and since I had 80 bucks in 20's he would not accept my money because they don't make change. So no one back there had 5 bucks! So he told us to go out and buy something to make change. So Jake, Monica, and I went out to a gas station (it was not well past 3am) and got a candy bar and made change. Drove back to the station and when we got in there was a young dood hanging out in the lobby there and we walked past him to the window and said we had exact change now and could we bail Michelle out. Well, the po-po said he could not do it and that we would have to wait on the Clerk. Okay, so we sat down again and waited. A woman came in form somewhere behind the glass and was looking over some papers. We assumed she must be the clerk. A man then walks into the lobby and the young dood got up and figured out that they were father and son. They immediately walked up to the window and the guy gave money for bail for his son. The man even said he was surprised that he was hanging in the lobby instead of being in a cell (like Michelle) because he was in for a DUI. I dunno about you but a man drunk driving a car I think is way more dangerous than a 120 pound car free woman and for whatever stupid reason she was in a cell and he was not. Anyway the clerk took the money and they left. The Father was in there for no longer than 5 minutes. Later Michelle said this guy was brought in around the same time she was and was in the office together before they put her in a cell. So we assumed that it was okay for us to bail Michelle out at this time so we went up to the glass and the clerk just looked at us and said "you will have to wait I'm still off duty." What the fuck, she just dealt with the DUI kid not 2 minutes ago and she says she's off duty. So we went and sat down and waited some more. The clerk meanwhile was hootin' and laughing behind the glass with a fellow officer and drinking coffee or whatever cops drink (blood). We started to laughed along ya know cuz why not, I mean it's only 4 am and we have two kids at home sleeping being looked after by a friend and thank gawd for that. I mean this whole thing could have been alot worse if it was not for Bill looking after our kids during this stoooopid ordeal. Thank you Bill!!!! So finally she came to the window and told us to come on up like somebody who hosts a game show..like we should be excited about busting my wife outta jail. So I gave her the 75 bucks and singed the release paper. Done ya think? Nope, she then wanted me to show my ID. Now I normally would not have a problem with this (esp since I have a nice new drivers licence) but they did not ask the father to show ID when busting out his DUI son out of jail. I asked why they needed to see my ID, she told me it's "standard procedure" - I'm going to look this up. So then they told us she will be led out of jail and we can pick her up around back or whatever. Too bad they did not let her come out of the lobby like the DUI kid got too...I guess Collinsville cops treat DUI offenders better than drunk while walking people. How fucked up. I pull around with my van and Monica and Michelle waited outside for me to pull the van to them and we took off and went home. Jake and Bill were hanging out drinking beer when we got back and we all had one to cap the evening up at 5am. Here is links to the Collinsville police office...

http://www.collinsvillepd.com/index.aspx?page=home&lb=lbYes
http://ci.collinsville.il.us/CityDepartments/Police/tabid/121/Default.aspx

swamp these mofos about this....

So without much sleep we woke up Sunday morning when the kids woke us up at around 9:00am. We planned on leaving for Chicago for the holidays in the morning but for obvious reasons we were too fatigued to run out the door. We packed and drank coffee. loaded the van and got the kids ready. At around 1:00pm we left and surprisingly the trip with real smooth with both kids acting amazing which was great cuz we were not feeling amazing. In a nut shell out Chicago time was mostly spent at my p's house doing almost nothing but running after Quenby and keeping Faren company. we watch too many dumb movies. I got cabin fever. The kids played with my sister's kids and all the kids at the end of our time there had colds. Got to see Scott's sister Lari and her new husband Dave which was nice becasue Lari and I hung out years ago at a more care free time...now we are somewhat related. Also Scott's mom was in town with her boyfriend Tom. All fun people. X-mas itself was great for the kids...they got toys which is something my kids needed. They also got some hand me down toys with hundreds of parts and pieces. got drunk almost every night. The most awesome thing that happened when I was up there was getting the new skarekrauradio CD mastered by Scott and working with him on the song "Simulated Tapeworm." It sounds great..I can't wait till all of you hear it. My old friend Curt came over Sunday night and again Friday night before we were to go back to Collinsville. Friday night was a blast. My P's were going to put the kids to bed for us so we Can get out and have some fun times. We were going to see the movie "I Am Legend," but just before pulling into the parking lot we decided to go bar hopping instead. First we went to a bar where Curt and I used to hang out called "Brickies." It looked the same inside except they added two garage doors to the side of the bar i guess as a make shift beer garden. Also no cover bands were playing which from what I remember used to happen every weekend night. We played pool and I lost to both Michelle and Curt by scratching both times on the eight ball. Michelle later said she thought I was pretty good at poop...er I mean pool....just choked on the eights. I got a call form Hunter from the great Chicago band "Mahjongg" wondering if it would be okay to barrow some of skarekrau's bio for their bio. I told him sure and he got my blessing. He used "Warning Orbs" for Mahjongg shows like skarekrau does...and the bio is almost verbatum to ours except for some things like subsituting "Kuu" with "Kontpab" (every sect has it's own name for "God") and some date changes...see loookie

http://www.kpunk.com/html/artists/artistbio.php?interest=104


and ours (scroll down)

http://skarekrauradio.bizland.com/

I say the more warriors the better for the revolution from the insectoids!! Welcome Chicago Sect!!

Anyway, after Brickies we went to some crazy Tiki bar in North Riverside called "Chef Shangri-La." It had all these fancy drinks on this menu the bar tender gave us. All with killer looking glasses and wild names like "Zombie," "Jungle Love,"Fantasy Island," and "Rainbow Rider." I think all of them had some sort of rum in them. I was excited cuz I wanted to drink out of the cool looking glasses the drinks came in. This bar had a drink called "The Dr. Fong" (the owner name is Paul Fong I found out later) and it had a face on the glass with a mu-man-chu mustache....at least it had a drawing of that on the menu. We ordered up three of em' and they came in lame looking normal looking drink glasses. I figure the original glassware must have all been stolen by this time. But it did have a frozen cherry and orange peel in it. The bar was pretty cool looking, it had all kinds of bamboo decor all over the place and it was dark and warm inside. Here's some pics on line of the inside of Chef Shangri-La...

http://www.critiki.com/cgi-bin/pictures.cgi?loc_id=499

There were alot of young folks hanging out...people trying to get laid I think. Tiki bars I think are good for that. Get some fruity rum drinks in you and you loosen up a bit. Getting naked and fucking like porn stars. Maybe I need to get into the Tiki culture. It seems old fashion and kinda sleazy in a way. But really fucking is like a tiki bar. All erotic and dark...funnny looking beings staring at you. Like the bar itself would be a great place to fuck in...all sweaty and no mind at all. A good Tiki drunk is all it takes....I guess...

Well, we were pretty wasted after 2 Dr. Fongs and we closed the bar. Curt took Michelle and I back to my P's and we kinda went to bed.

Sunday finally arrived and we said our goodbyes and left to go home finally. The kids were amazing again going back. I think Faren and Quenby are good travelers now. Hardly a peep from them. I feel now we can travel like we used to sort of. When we were free to just pick up and go anywhere, just to get away. Usally the kids make it real hard to have any fun at all on the road. Crying, yelling, fighting, feeding constantly, and the diapers...one can't just sit back and stare out the window and be courious about your deeds. I miss that alot...being all introspective while watching the feails, trees, gas stations, and road kill go by. It is something very theroputic for me...kinda like showering...but for a long time, that theropy has been lost for awhile.... But on this trip, I was able to reflect, and I need to do some changes I think in my life...don't know what...just have to think about it more...anyway for you Tiki sex feinds out there: I found a nice Tiki Recipe page here:

http://www.tikidrinkrecipes.com/

Turdsday's showe

Well, blogging is hard, it's a chore to make yourself do it everyday I found. So I'm going to do it periodically as much as possible. I just got done doing last weekend..and now it's already Thursday. Okay, what happened in those three days? Well Monday I was hurting cuz I was out late Sunday night with the CAVE show. Worked all day ya know, then got home and showered and put "comfees" on. I don't remember much interesting stuff happening that night except that I didn't drink which made me feel better on Tuesday. Tuesday, same crap with going to work and back and coming home. But after the kids went to bed Michelle and I hung out in the basement. Michelle has been working on some songs for her project with Anna. She only plays a drum machine and some bells. She sings over the beats only changing form clear to distortion on the drum machine. For some reason it sounds like alot more instruments than just that when she's singing. Maybe it the melodics in her voice. Some people say she was the best singer for skarekrau back in the day. Michelle does not believe it but I can see where people might find that revelation. Also people remember her in 2lips. It's been some time since she has played st. Louis, but i think she will soon do it again on a more regular basis. I think the people will be excited about it. I found myself jamming with her with a different drum machine and Casio. It was the first time in years since we jammed 2lips style. It was real fun and I miss it alot. Then once we were done I spun some of the records I got from the flea market and found the Richard Pryor one ("Insane") to be recorded at very low quality, but these were early ones of his and it made more sense that they were recorded that way. sounded like somebody with a tape recorder in the audience. Seems like these were all outtakes from a number a shows he did since the recording quality varies form movement to movement, joke to joke. But it gives you a feeling that you were there actually watching a young Richard Pryor doing his thing in small comedy houses and bars. I forgot he's form Peoria IL, and his jokes about being form there cracked me up. The Redd Foxx record was more tame than I thought it would be. It's called "Wild Party" and the cover art shows cartoon people all naked and screwing and drinking and smoking with Redd Foxx's image superimposed over it like he was hangin' at the wild party. So I expected it to be more explosive with raunchy jokes...but this could have been from the 50's or early 60's (1961 in fact)..so I guess maybe at the time it was..The Mother's album "The XXXX of the Mothers of Invention " was amazing as expected. It's kinda a greatest hits album but like "Mothermania" the hits are altered up versions of the songs. Recorded some select tracks and went off to bed...Wednesday was the same old same old with werk then got home yada yada....Bill came over with some old oddity artsy movies on video tape that he checked out from Webster university. I have a DVD burner that can hook up to a VCR and Bill wanted to lift some. One was amazing to me (and to Bill and Michelle as well I'm sure)...it's called "Soft Self-Portrait of Salvador Dali." It is sooo funny and fucked up that it's hard not to find something about it in some way shape or form. What struck me the most is how the film goes from a traditional documentary style with narration (Orson Wells does the narrating) with images of his family and art work etc etc...than cuts to Dali himself acting so absorbed in his self absurdness simultaneously splicing in subliminal seizure inducing black and white spirals, bars, and diamonds. These black and white images are very psychedelic without needing any color at all...Also the movie cut to scenes around his home with young people running around with shopping carts with big rhino-looking heads in them, some where in giant eggs (Dali himself is birthed in one scooping up blood (afterbirth?) and tossing it out very matter of factually). Dali in one fantastic scene was playing frantically on a piano on the sea...which reminded me of some of his paintings (it almost looked like a painting). In fact you can see his paintings come to life in this film...maybe it's a great way to see how the world looked to Dali. Bill noted how some objects in the movie (like a mirrored hat Dali was wearing and a giant 15 foot shirt) merged with the sky or other parts of the films ecosystem by clever use of the contrast during film making. All the shots could not have been more interesting...He also paints an amazing work inside a giant translucent bubble ... The movie made me really like Dali as a person. it was as if he did not take himself as seriously as one might expect...but of course he did...and this is a real portrait of the man...very recommended to anyone even remotely interested in Dali. It looks like it might be released on DVD soon in Europe. I can't wait till Bill burns me a copy...I want to show this to everyone I care about. He also had some others, but I can't tell you exactly what they were. but one was the infamous "Andalusian Dog " - ya know the one with this image below where her eye will be sliced open.......crazy shit man. Bill hung till about 2am and will have to come over Saturday night to finish recording some of this great stuff. Can't wait. Thursday early morning I went to the DMV to renew my drivers licence. It was sooo quick I could not believe it. Took maybe 15 minutes at most. Then I went to work only being about 45 min late. Worked worked worked. Then I got home and tried to dress sleazy for the buttfuck pussy show. Laura who just came in form Baltimore told me she was wearing something sleazy so I thought I should too. All I could come up with is a "wife beater" shirt and faux jeans and work boots. I went unwashed to look dirtier. But it all didn't matter. I wore a sweater over it. The sweater I wore was the one with Atari looking birds flying over a beach with the sun poking up. Lots of people like this one. It's a bit small on me and people always says they want it. Rose said it at Mangia last night and at one point I did give it to her. She had given me a number of fun wear over the years. One was a orange full body spandex suit, a gray tee shirt with "Kuter" written backwards on the front and "Kuter" written normally on the back., and these rad sparkly nylons that I must have worn millions of times in skarerkau. I felt she needed this sweater as good karma for what she had given me. Anyway I got to Mangia at around quarter to ten and say Dave Early and his wife hanging at the bar. Rose who was bar tending at the time gave me a bear. Said Hi to Joe, Roy, and Chris B. then dashed over to CBGB where old Phut members were doing various musical things. Laura was there was Eric, Shawn, Chris Sment, and Dave were hanging out. Drank a Huber. went back to Mangia where Shed Shot was getting ready to play. Thomas had set up some rad tee shirts him and Elinore made earlier in the day. It had a rainbow hamburger with "Quief Quota" swirling around it. Shed Shot has my bro in laws Matt and Jake in the band...Galen, Brit, and Dwane also played. It's really Matt and Dwane's band for many many years. Jason T. did a poem for their opening song. Tyey jammed the first one hard, so uch so that Galen's drum set started falling apart. It was one of the best shows I've seen them do in quite some time. I never saw them play as a full band in almost 4 years. It's always funny seeing Matt make comments about the song they had just played after every song they play. Mostly about how they played it. I think they should release an album where he does that after every song. Just as abstract as the live shows...Then it was our turn to play. Buttfuck Pussy is a old band that Elinore started in Chicago. She claims that she started Buttfuck Pussy bands in Europe. Now there is one in St. Louis. It was me on Guitar, Elinore on drums, Chris Sment on bass, Dave on sax, Roy on keys and trombone, and Laura J. vocals. It was pretty rad hearing Laura sing. I could not tell what she was singing, but it sounded like it was alot ya know. she also screamed like she did in skarekrau which brought back some good memories. My pedal sounded like it was not working right (oh, my woes with my equipment) so my guitar did not sound very loud once again. So I busted out my walkie talky and my bent magical musical stick and played with those for a bit. Elinore did some nice tribal beats and Chris and Dave was a tidal wave of sludge falling all over me. At one point I was playing on top of a table maybe becasue of all the sludge. I felt it well...it was real nice playing with all those guys...I hope we all do it again. Quief Quota was next and it was nice to finally see them play live outside the rehearsal space. Jason wore a nice corduroy suit which I felt was very Quiefy. They kinda remind me of a fucked up barber quartet with rock instruments. Very addictive songs for sure. I find myself singing their songs all the time. the peoples in the bar seemed to dig their pop sensations well..which put a smile on me face. The lyrics are pretty hilarious. I hope I get to play with them one day if I get a chance...looks like fun. After they were done we had to get outta there. Talked to Jule C. about how she's going to move to Japan for a while and talked to Bill and Monica for a bit. Got some nice hugs from Amanda which is always nice. It was a real nice time with family and friends. I went outside and Chris Sment was out there with this suitcase looking thing proped up on a trash can and told me he had been meaning to give me this thing for a couple years for my birthday. He opened it up and my eyes popped out. It looks like some kind of archaic medical device (it even smells like band aids) with all kinds of dreams built in. I can't wait to rig it up to an amp and play the thing. This could not of had happened at a better time, where I'm recording and doing music outside of skarekrau and really enjoying it. This object Chris gave me can only bring me more planes of destiny. Then Dave and I went to goto CBGB again, but this gay dood named Tim who hits on me all the time found me and tried to get me to smoke pot with him in my van. I didn't want to smoke cuz I was driving home soon. So I went to find dave over at CBGB with him and he got me in the side entrance (CBGB was closed at this time)...It was rad cuz I have not been in a bar after hours in a long time. Eric Hall was a great host, had a nice smile on his face and he gave me a beer. He's a real cool guy, like to get to know him better. I always thought of him as a quiet kinda guy...playing his avaunt guard sounds and setting up shows. Dave was there wit Ajay and we talked for a bit while Tim gave us massages. Then it was time to go and I drove home with my hand over one eye in a deep heavy fog. I'm glad I made it home. It was 4am and that sucked. woke up this morning like wet rag. found that I left one of my pedals at Manga or somebody grabbed it. Got to work and found that my boss is out of town. Which is killer. I get to go home early today. yay!!

weekender report

Hey, member' when I said I would blog everyday...well, I'm still gunna try that. but shit, I found myself not doing if for the last few days..just busy I guess..weekends are not for Internet stuff. I find less people check e-mails, update blogs, and update public sites on weekends. It's natural or it just means people are away form work and spend less time on the Internet. whatever the case, here is a small recap of the weekend....Thursday night I had rehearsal with skarekrau. It went okay...I feel we need to real rehearsal better and to work on the newer songs more closely. I think we all need a jolt of some freshness...I don't want the band to fizzle out..it needs Viagra or some shit...more on that later. After we played we all ran up and Mary-Ann came by to do a QQ photo shoot. Earlier I was asked to sit in on the photo shoot and I agreed to get naked and act goofy. So that is pretty much what happened...I clamped my suspenders to my pubic hair, I violated a CP3O action figure, tucked my wiener between my legs and posed out. At the time I thought my face would be covered by Jason's head cuz he left right after rehearsal cuz his back was hurting. But later I found out they will keep it that way. oh well. Roy burned his hand during the shoot cuz he lit his hand on fire with lighter fluid. Made a good pic, but I think he got some nasty burns...After all was done, he cut up a aloe plant and taped the thing to his hand overnight. I think it fixed it good. Now that is not something you would get if ya went to the hospital. I hope I get copies of those pics. I'll post some of them later when I do,

Friday was a normal day at work thou I was pretty hung over. that night we went to my friend's P's house for some holiday cheer and ate pizza and drank light beer. then Bry and Anna came by and we all decided to hang at our place afterwards. My bud Bill came over form St. Louis as well. We all made it my place and Anna brought her "Log" which she called it something like "Moose Toenail" well, maybe not that, but it has the word "Moose" in it and some made up word...I'll fix this later when I get the name right. ....(12/18 found out it's "moose nuggle") anyway, it's an amazing instrument. Last year St. Louis had a nasty ice storm that basically took out 4 of our trees and damaged the hell out of the rest of them. One Maple we have lost some big branches and one was just jutting from the ground like a spear. I noticed it had a crazy shape to it when I was pulling it out of the dirt so I saved the it for maybe a show or whatever (actually I did use it once for a show Roy and I did about a year ago doing our "cut your tree for free" song. I banged it on the wood floor like a deranged lumberjack on acid chanting the title over and over again) and put it in my basement. Anna's birthday came around and I gave it to her because she talked about making a home made instrument (she had at the time worked in a violin making shop). She later shellacked it and sanded it real nice and made it look like a wild work of art (she's a fucked up visual artist..kinda beasty). It almost looks alien. She then put some nutty looking screws in the thing, drilled some holes and wired up some cello strings to it. Since the log bows naturally, it worked real nice...no bridge needed...Then her and Bry came by one night and I hooked a bass pick up to it and they went to town on it. using a bow and a vibrator to make sounds like breeding insects and old houses falling. Anyway, Friday night was a good night for Anna cuz she found a 20 dollar delay pedal which makes the log sound just fucking crazy. Anna and Michelle had already at this time decided to form some kind of band and I think Bry, Bill, and I got to witness their first rehearsal that night over beer and depech mode albums. michelle used a drum maching and a recorder and Anna played her log. Michelle now wants to find a Dr. Sample and make sounds with her voice along with the drum machine in the future. It sounds great. When they do play, go see it. I think they will play Stagger Inn Again before playing anywhere to get used to doing it. But I bet no one will see anything like it. Everyone drove home. It snowed pretty hard so I hung out outside for like 1/2 hour.

Saturday was a okay day...ran errors of sorts...then Faren, Quen, Michelle, and I went to a holiday party down the street. It was fun. The folks who had the party hired a Santa to come for all the kids that were there. One boy was scared of Santa and cried a bunch and looked pretty traumatized by the whole thing. smart kid....Anyway drank beer and hung out. went home then went to bed.

Sunday was a great day. Michelle and I had sitters for the kids so we were free to do some shopping at the flea market. We went to get stuff for people for the holidays but as normal, we got stuff for ourselves as well...I got a bunch of Albums...Muthors, Fugs, Redd Fox, Richard Pryor, Car Wash soundtrack. some stuff for Michelle. My dada and mom. We then went out to eat and I got home to get ready for our skarekrau show at the cavern....I was pretty excited about this show because I would get to see Cooper, Zach, Rotten, Rex (who's been away in New Zealand for 10 months), and the rest of fungles in CAVE and the Columbia MO/Chicago heads. It started off pretty weird cuz my belly was acting up. I thought I was going to throw up...I took some Peptomismol and hit the road for the Cavern. The Cavern is a basement venue under an art space known as "Ft. Gondo." It's run by a buddy named Galen who also used to run Radio Cherokee. When I get there no one is around so I called up Cooper on my cell and he went outside and flaged me down. Turns out he was down the street at a place dubbed "Camp." I ran and took me to Camp and hung out there for a spill. It was nice colorful cramped space with a bunch of loving hippy like folks. There was cooking and talking going on..bunch of people really. Nice cat with a small tail came over and said hello. Then we walzed back out to see if we can get into Ft. Gondo. On the way, the rest of skarekrau showed up with our equipment and we unloaded everything real quick since there was no place to park on front of the club which is kinda not normal. It's cold inside cuz the heater is not working right I guess after a hardcore show went bizerk and bodies slammed up on it and made it work funny. Well it's cold and I felt kinda sick still and decided to drink my Stag tall boys and hope for the best. People came in pretty quick, not a bad turn out for a Sunday night in winter weather. Which made me feel great. I really wanted Cave to make some good cash because of the woes they suffered on their tour (actually they had a great time on tour until the last three days when the shit hit..read last post). Anyway there was some confusion who was playing when and where but things got started out with Rand playing some momo on his laptop..made the everyone move more smooth instead of the jauntily steppy-over-excuse-me-sorrys that were going on. The space is kinda dark and small and has a low ceiling..which makes it cozy..but with everyone in their coats and beer it was kinda clumsy. But for me the space is intimate and warm...has a good feel...like only good things happened down there for the past 100 some years. good mojo ya know. I think a bunch of folks felt that. Anyway Rand smoothed things out. He was wearing this crazy gangster X-mas like Garfield (the cat) sweatshirt with shades on...cig dangling out his mouth....he was the best looking guy there for sure....no shit... Then bubblegumshitface with Larva played a ghostly set with acoustic guitar and banjo. The played facing each other with Bubble kneeling on front of a seated Larva. It was pretty creepy backwoods craft for sure. Like I was imagining them in the woods off the highway in Alabama with headless chickens scattered around them and candles dripping red over skulls and a hairy beast lingering in the shadows. We were the trees surrounding them and maybe my stomach was the beast...cuz it still was bothering me at that point. Rand got back to playing momo while Cave set up. Rand played that song Manfred Mann's "blinded by the light" (a Bruce Springsteen cover) and when the singer sings "Wrapped up like a Douche" everybody snickered or smiled alittle and some even talked about it. Seems like everybody does..it's funny...the singer is actually singing "revved up like a deuce" -but I bet if it didn't sound like "Wrapped up like a Douche"the song would never of had the glory it does now. Cave started their set like an angry pickup truck with hemorrhoids. Very dirty and in motion. This is what I usually expect form Cave at some degree on another. That's why I play their cds in my van alot. good driving alone music...like good coke on a sunny afternoon. It was mean, and people were starting to dance. I even saw Thomas dancing away in red ear-muffs..like frosty the snowman stumbled into a tree mulcher. At first I stood in front of the action but had to move towards the messed up heater and look at CAVE from behind because I could not see them otherwise with all the tall and coat and cap cladded people about. That's when CAVE's set took a turn. Cooper and Zach switched bass and guitar and went into this ride with Milk screaming some crazy shit. Then suddenly the song went into a state of crystal euphoria. I don't think I ever seen CAVE or Warhammer (Cooper's other band) ever dipped into the 4th dimension before. It would say it's a growth of Aquarian singularity opened up there in the Ft. Gondo basement just then and we all got sucked in. My stomach felt better, the heater kicked on, I found my arm around Bubblegum, a smile was on my face as the music drooled on and on in it's bask of upper demented conscience. Then like waking from a dream or coming out of a trip it went back into the ride with Milk again swallowing his mic whole and Rex humping the transmission with all the orgasmic expressions we then felt like we were all going to land safely. They smoked a few more before Rand merged back into the momo...I didn't want to do anything but it was time for us krauys to get set up to play our warning orb. We set up and ran upstairs to change. Mike had a very intricate and alien looking garb on while Jason P. wrapped orange ribbon around his head (with his costume formed to exhibit weenies). We came up with a loose set of songs we were going to play w/o anything brand new which was okay since I don't think we were really ready to do all the yet to be future teachings of Kuu. We started to freak and went into "Spandex the Flaccid" - a tune we have not finished creating yet and my guitar strap broke right outta my guitar. I could not find it to put it back on until someone shone a big old yellow light over me. Once I got it back on it didn't hold well, so I had to play strapless for the rest of the set. I usually go into a personal void when playing with these folks and try to transpose myself in a corner of the basement, detach myself ya know. Things I remember is Jason P.'s drums going into a drop of oil into the ocean where when we play sounds completely off but whenever we get a video of a performance where he does that, it sounds genius. I don't know how he does it, but I figure it has something to do with putting up with our fuckeries for so long. I like to think of his drumming akin to a snake handler. Jason is Ophiuchus. So now when this happens, I just repeat repeat repeat until my hand can't handle. I think this happened during "Simulated Tapeworm." I remember seeing Chris B. and Thomas** being alittle frustrated with the going ons, Mike looking just whacked and stoic at the same time, Roy playing some amazing synth that helped us out of some holes. Jason T. and Julee were everywhere but I never actually saw them. I do remember Julee stepping on my guitar as I had it rested on top of me while I simulated masturbation. Roy later told me that he placed his trumpet wearing hair around the bell over my cock as a pussy love offering. I don't remember that..but I wish I did. We played I thought decent but not with our comfort of swagger. I think people left while we were playing, maybe an retro-omen from the Temple of Bon Matin show. I might have set this off with my strap falling off thus pausing the show for 5 minutes. all my shit is falling apart and I just don't have the money to fix it all. I did last night (Tuesday 12/18) fix my strap. But if it is not my amp it's my guitar or it's my hand...why all the obstacles...I have no idea. Cooper came up to me after we played and said he really enjoyed it but said that every time he sees us play it's completely different. Like he does not know what to expect from us but in a way that it is a positive rather than a negative. Maybe some shows some of us shine and some of us fade out...It's like a jazz band where no one knows who's going to step up at any given time. I just think we need to concentrate more at rehearsals so when we do try to play a song, we play it with more confidence. Some new faces in the crowd seem to enjoy it so that was good, more converts to Kuu!!! Other positives of the night: CAVE thanked Skarekrauradio on their new album liner notes. Hung with Amy B. and found our friendship cyst still secure. Saw Rose again which is nice because she is rad and always a good time to hang with. Saw JerermyK. and Josh L. which is always good to see at skr shows. Talked to Jason HTEETH about how he's moving to Oregon to make bikes and live in the middle of the woods far from anyone. He seemed real excited. Roy seemed real happy with the set which is always good to hear someone in the band had an above average time. I still had a Stag tall boy left. Talking with Galen about old Chicago bands like Naked Raygun, God's Acre, Effigies, and Dead Steel Mill, Talking with Cooper, Zach, and Milk outside my car before leaving was full of the love, so my ride home was floaty which was ironic cuz a fog settled in over 55 about 15 feet over the street and it looked like I was traveling under a shallow sea. Got home and went to bed.....

**on Thursday 12/20 I found out that Thomas really had a good time at the show and liked our jams...bad call from me..perhaps maybe about chris b. too...I never know...

new poo

Sorry about my rant in the last blog, I kinda blew that out of the water...I didn't get a chance to write yesturday cuz michelle went out and i was too busy with Faren and Quen. Before they went to bed, my friend Bry came over and scared my kids and molested my dog (just kidding) .
After the kids were put to bed, we talked about all kinds of stuff. I worked on some recordings for his upcoming movie he's working on. So we went over those and I burned him a copy of all I had. His new movie will rule for sure. From what I've seen it's pretty fucked up and pretty dark. Can't wait till I see it in finished form. we drank some beer. He left and I went off to bed. I guess at some point michelle came home. today, jeanne is out of the lab so I'm writing now because I know I'll be busy tonight as well. Have a band rehearsal for our show on Sunday with Cave at the Cavern. I heard Cave have been having having Van problems, police problems, and other fuckeries.....I'd say that is the way to tour ya know...where is the comradely without the pitfalls. Makes the whole thing more human. I remember when Black Dice came to town to do a small show at this place called Lemmins or some shit years ago. They had the sweetest van one had ever seen...One could tell there was no way it would break down. It was long and green..so long I bet they could have slept in the thing. All new looking...I bet they have a bus now...that is the real tour dream is to have a bus where you can do anything while on the road. Think about all the crazy sex and mind altering things one can do...you would never get board. Then to have the bus break down. That is living! stuck in the middle of nowhere in a bus full of drugs, naked people, and booze. You would have to make do. And you would. but even with all of Cave's problems on the road, they are still going to make it here for the super Sunday event. It's going to kill for sure.

From Cave's myspace bulletin: "CAVE has been through so much bullshit in the last week, i'm sure some of you have heard. but here is a quick rap up...fucked with by MP's at Quantico (marine base/fbi jail or something) van breaking down in kansas early on, then again the transmission fully blown in Stamfore, CT right outside of NYC. we managed to play a show last night, but we didn't make the thousands we are in debt, ha. We're still going to continue this trip as much as we can with a UHAUL we're renting, which is weird, but we've called everybody in nyc and they be booked up for renting vans, plus they have some stupid law with no one ways or something that we can't quite understand, but, we've had everybody being nice to us, making this whole no van, no money, trying to rent a van fiasco easier, big thanks to these people. sorry for boston, cleveland and detroit for cancelling those shows, we had no choice, we'll be back though asap once we're back ahead again."

My hands are so chapped I'm bleeding...December is like get sick month. So I wash my hands constantly. I know it's sick month cuz all peoples get together for holiday parties with little kids and little kids just put mouths on everything and poop everywhere...So I wash till I bleed. highly recommended.