when you raise an open hand, in this place without a wall...the words just fall

come on now, tell me a story...

the floor in my apartment is like a sheet of ice beneath my feet. i have my old "OG" ipod spinning thru the half-light of late nite on shuffle, this bitch is a CRIP>>>>>>>>>>>....S.D.R.E. is making my toes get warm again.

it's more fun to keep this blog almost "out of" real time,...like - i thought i would start it to relate news about cinema in more of an off-the cuff manner, with a tongue and a cheek and a slap on the back and a cough and a ball grab and the like...but i find more and more to do the 'catch-up'.. 'show based'..-- blog things (mini-reviews of how we destroyed the walls the nite before out on tour or home in the bk or the nyceasy)....on myspace and thats linked to facebook and they are all tuned into spacebook and fat city and mid-control of central america who partners with mind-control of southeast detroit and hitmakers 2018 and todd worrell and papa john creech and the food network,.. so why bother wasting letters here about the same and the same when i can just go and be and do and go and be and be and be...

NEIL YoUNG's "After The GoldRush" just came bleeding from the wound in the side of my CRIP..... oh, she nasty. dag nasty.

floor is still kinda cold.....

christ, i love myself...... no, re-phrase that, that's not true...no, no -- i make myself laugh!...-that's it,.... i like to hang out with..myself... that's more like it.

"i was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky" - neil

so, back during tour in january, at the saint in NJ... we had a particularly powerful evening....the show is commited to digital memory in the form of a dvd that we want to figure out how to post as a free download or something on our site..as soon as we can figure out how to get lights and electricty turned back on in our apartment (this computer is running on the cinema back-up generator, the rest of the ship has sunk and we are drowning..and still we smile a country mile, you can't steal it from our face you fukker! never)......

alright back to story...

mid-set, we are really leaning on "Altamont"... like just pedal down to the floor-board...........and its a real moment. we boil that bitch all the way up past-fever and then it just explodes like a fire-work and trickels down in a blast of Nirvana...which is just shimmering and white.... so, we achieved all that whilst i banged away on 5 of the 6 strings intended to make up a full functioning normal set up electric guitar, as i had popped my D-string during the 1st verse of the song/////so, we grind into a brutal -start and stop- ending for ALTA and i arrange my SG (the guitar at the center of so much of my playing, at the center of this story and the SOLE GUITAR used to record EXILE BABY) [that's right assholes, i got all that sound out of one guitar! the same guitar for the whole record and overdubs! how you like me now?].... i set the SG against my amp to feedback after we finish ALTA and to fill the air and space created now by the fact that i have to grab my STRAT and whip it on and set it up for battle.

once the STRAT is on, i do something that i invented on the fly on stage last year at pianos one nite during the same situation... it's this thing where i play the guitar plugged in and feedbacking back with the guitar that i just strapped on my back... i call it "guitar's necking"............

my floor is cold but its not my face that rests on it any longer and my feet are made for endurance.

...................so, the sounds emitted are exactly what i want, like a narcotic that helps to further immerse me in the bliss that i find on stage... so as i transition out of that to unplugging the SG and plugging in on the STRAT.... to ensure a seamless and cool looking movement... i just drop the SG as if it was a man standing with noose round his neck and the floor beneath being pulled.... it fell rubber legged but died hard and the STRAT took the spot light for the rest of the show (if you coulndnt tell, i love my guitars)

we finish the gig and the nite is one of the better ones in cinema history (the set list is up on oneof our myspace blogs..) next night we are in Virginia for the next gig and we get to the venue and i take out my guitars to re-string them and voila! no tuning peg where the D tuning peg should be! i of course thought that i could try to fix it quickly with a pair of plyers and will power. that shit was wrong.

thank goodness the dude who runs our label, a lovely fellow named gary g, turned to me in the midst of my panic stricken discovery and offered me his beautiful GOLD american STRAT until further notice right there on the spot, mid-tour.... that's why you have relationships with certain people in this game, for instances just as those....

needless to say, i have made that GOLD STRAT into the EV STRAT....

but, i pine for my SG, Father of Exile.

my feet are warm because no one is like me.