Black Block Faxes

I just found these pictures of me and Michael (H., guitarist in Nonreturner) from like the 80’s. I’m on the far left, and he’s in the middle.  The left side of these pictures is what it would look like if half of our band stepped in a sci-fi age reversal machine.  Superimpose a telecaster in front of me and an epiphone in front of Michael, imagine him with glasses, and BAM it’s a Nonreturner “preunion” show in a sandbox.  Some serious LOST shit…

That’s my back yard, and where that sandbox was is now a back porch.  Those are little plastic dinosaurs in the sand, and I remember usually when we had the skeleton dinosaurs in the pits we’d get some water and fill the pits in.

Pretty sure there were cat turds in that sandbox.

All apologies for the downtime. I’ve returned bearing good but slightly dated news:

I’m now a co-conspirator in a Y&G related project called ‘Taint Dangerous. It’s a website dedicated to taint related haiku. I’ll probably end up updating that more than this because churning out taint poetry takes less time and effort than churning out recordings, though I do have some things in the works in that arena.

Please check out/enjoy/subscribe to ‘Taint Dangerous, and keep an eye out for a future physical publication of some of our finer works (it will most certainly be a limited DIY affair).

Wild Lights

This is a song I’ve been kicking around for a little over a month.  I’ve been sort of a wreck since just before Christmas and I haven’t felt much like creating anything…  I decided last night to just start something even if I didn’t think I could finish it, but things have a funny way of coming together.

I get this funny feeling that I sound like Beth Orton singing this.

Doubleplus bonus points if you can figure out what I’m singing in a very high pitched voice throughout the entire second half of the song.