Saturday, February 28, 2009

Holocaust revisionists.

I want this guy who doesn't believe the holocaust happened http://bradleysmithsblog.blogspot.com to meet my grandmother.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

In the face of rejection, you must learn to be courageous. It is important to believe in yourself. Be like the sun, which shines on serenely even though not all the heavenly bodies reflect back its life and even though some of its brilliance seems to radiate only into empty space. While those who reject your friendship may sometimes fade out of your life, the more you shine your light, the more brilliant your life will become

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Numan (new human) has no time to argue.

Jeremy Ferrick does not want to waste any more time.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

The key to life

isn't just working hard: it's working hard at what you love to do.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I've decided to

get in the best shape of my entire life.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Recording with Peter Distefano.

So on Wednesday I went into the studio with Peter Distefano, the guitar player from Porno for Pyros. Half a life ago, in 1993, I saw him perform with the band in San Francisco at the Warfield. Now he's recording me and playing some leads for me as well. I'm very happy with how the song came out but am not posting it yet. We may be doing a whole album, not quite sure yet- just taking it one song at a time, but I'm very happy with it so far. Andy Troy from Eric Avery's band PolarBear contributed bass lines as well. Will keep you posted...........

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Money is the new G-D.

I always prided myself on not taking money seriously. Seriously, I've lived on less money in a decade then many live on in a year. I scrimped by like a little mouse eating shards and scraps of cheese that came my way. Living in abandoned hovels digging ditches with a rusty shovel. But now I'd snort money. I'd smoke it, eat, stick it up my arm. Give it to the creditor before they do me harm. If it'll keep the phone from ringing. If it'll keep me off my guard. give me money dirty, money, god. I thought there was more to life then this.
I always wanted to eat healthy and wondered what the rich guy was doing with a big mac. I guess life is unlucky and unfair if you look at things like that. And I want to believe the "secret" but apparently it is this: get a fistful of the green and it'll buy you happiness. It may not buy you love, but it will satisfy your lust. And guarantee your bed to be full from dawn to dusk. I wanted to believe that there was more to life then this, but I finally figured out poverty doesn't buy you happiness.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

Disengage

This is a song I wrote half a life ago.............. chords: E,G#,A,B - Verse BAE- Chorus GAE- Bridge

Disengage
At the point of a plateau's rage
Unencumbered
mountains of heat
Shut down the sage
before it grows into a weed
Before touched incomplete
incompetent, gratified
impotence Over
Stimulation
Alarmed
heightened
sense fiending.
Over
indulgence!
Chorus:
Yellow minutes, television
speed my radiate incision
cut me like an open wound.
Closed beneath the southern
noon.
Atmospheric time bomb lost
feed the apetite at all cost
you're trapped inside of your
lost piece of soul
when there is noone to confide in,
at least I have you,
looking for the truth
You search it through and through.
bridge
nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah
Verse 2
Before growing to maximum potential
realize the disguise, it grows so exponential
anonymous ambiguous and with such great potential
like a flower at a time of blossoming
supple like a baby bear in a brand new reality.
chorus.
bridge.
Verse 3
Blistered Red sunlight heat
mister everything told me
nothing's complete
everything awaits a climax gentle splendor
stretched forever feels my emotions
return engage and surrender.
Chorus chords-
don't believe in coincidence or circumstance
everything is everything, nothing ever happened
by chance
was it a game of good and band
right and wrong
did you challenge your composers
live your life out like a song
See you again, my friend
when the mountains turn to sand.
nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah. Whoa, whoa.