house party loft show casual crammed

this is a really cool video that some dude taking THOUSANDS of photos threw together. it's a compilation of moments that happened on Friday night, at a loft party where The Nasties, Your Nature, and Wild Yaks played. It was a fun night. I drank Fosters and Saporo out of a can, man.

If you look closely, like real closely, you will see Buffie and AB.

the grind started gettting sleazy

a long string of shows comes to an end. and now some time off from performing. we take a happy, collective sigh. it's time to make weird music that makes no sense, that no one likes, experiment, let new sounds shine through.

in other news, sometimes choreography comes along that is so excellent and well executed. my hermetic mind is blown. enjoy talent:

the degrees of filth

how dirty the switches get. you have no idea. everyone taking different instruments. it's unbeleiveable. Tony on bass, Mikey on drums, AB on guitar, O on keyboards, and so forth. Have we ever experienced such madness? The type of madness that sends men over the edge of sanity. The type of madness that sends women into a screaming tiger-fit.

one feels as if they are tripping on acid while having been fed tons of sugar pills that are going to make you feel warm and gooey, but make your breath stink.

it is a wild time. one of frontierism.

doin' it in the slope

We played a show last Thursday night at Southpaw. It was fun/funny to do it up in Park Slope. We opened up for our Chi-town friends JC Brooks And The Uptown Sound. THEY WERE AWESOME!! That's your old-school, soul connection right there.

The night was a blast. Southpaw is a really cool venue. The people working there are great. And the sound is fantastic too.

We're playing Lit this Thursday.

Please join us. Fo real. Please. Fo. Real. After the show is gonna be the NC-17 party. Can not wait to dance.

taking it to a new level

every once in a while something comes along that completely turns youe artistic world upside down.

hot off the press

two wholly unrelated images, make a whole. a nice, pleasant hole that continues to reveal itself.

a hole in the ozone.

a hole in logic.

a good whole.



thinking and thinking and thinking. killer whale.

late at night i listen to john lee hooker. like a radio from the the distant past. calling out. footstomps by Gen thunder next door.

oh the tragedy

little dogs bought as accessories for a night, and then brought to a shelter the next day. Didn't Winger right a song about this? You know, Kip Winger, that pretty guy with great teeth, who played bass and danced? Hair metal? Late 80s? Are we alone here?

drum-off!

Ey! Did ya hear?! Sammy made 'em do a drum-off! A real, live drum-off! With a full band an' erything! It's pure bananas!





ps. we're almost done setting up the new rehearsal space. It's over in what used to be an old beer brewery and it's fucking rad. can't wait to get in there and take it to town. Sound-proofing is up. Carpets are laid out real pretty. Gotta get the rest of the instruments in there, and we're jamming tonight. Way psyched to have our own space.

it's raining outside

it's raining outside, and the ghost of James Brown flutters lightly in my home. Howling, cackling, telling me about songs and writing. why work on a day like today? why work ever? work? what's that? couldn't the world just be a magical studio? Or will work grace our minds and hearts with sounds and notes never heard before. Fingers get leathery. Face gets leathery. Lines tell the times. Riverbeds of where we've been.