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tonight i played my last show american show of the summer at "grace's birthday party". lukey brandfon, a friend of josh's who i met on tour, asked me on the bill on tis philadelphia stop on his tour. it was amazing. i played of(f) course for the first time without using the pre-recorded sample, sang some songs on bass, made up goofy stuff, and ( Read more... )

endless police sirens on july fourth ( Read more... )

who am i kidding? i feel like something gets more and more wrong with each passing day in sleepy suburbia. i can barely take not having superpowers anymore. nothing to do but circuit-bend every toy into a noise device. Elvis the stupid alarm clock, given to me by aunt barbara? bend it. harsh noise alarm clock. gameboy? no more games-bend it ( Read more... )

I'm interested in too many things. The daxophone is having increasingly little to do with all the circuits I've been building. Annd there are the folk songs I play on electric bass. And then there's the expensive 2880 looper, the backbone of my solo show for about a year now, which is getting stranded in its own limitations. expensive but not ( Read more... )

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And your acquaintance from the Patriarch's Ponds would do it better than I.

the borrowing and returning of each other's sweatshirt's since age 13

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this is the time of the year, where one often meets someone new and rubs against that one. it reminds of samuel budin's child, delivered 14 years premature, still wrapped in gauze and sheathed in his pouch. warm, always warm, always looking for mom. unfortunately, i am not a hairless newborn kitten-i'm just a dude with a bald spot in my ( Read more... )