Spiritual Activity, Heightened

On top of that odd thing, the house has been acting strangely. I believe there might be some heightened spiritual activity here. I don't believe in ghosts. But I have spotted some strange, bright green marks in rooms that were shut before I opened them - like something holding a glowing rock, moving it about quickly and every few seconds opening their fingers so that a bit of the light could leave a streak across the dark space surrounding it. I don't acknowledge a being. I only recognize the possibility that the space I live in is more alive than I thought. Trees especially. I tend to see trees as a big living thing, when in fact they are crawling with creatures themselves. Always critters are scurrying around and behind you, all manner of insects are running up and down trees and over the ground and even inside your engine compartment when you are not driving around. I think if we saw every insects as a point of light, the world around us would be pocka dotted mess, the ground and walls would look the same as the night sky.
Just a bit ago I scanned the trees with my flashlight. I found the two white points of a cat staring back. Any night, a cat might be perched outside, high in a tree. Shining a light into darkness is typically frightening. I am more frightened in a bright kitchen at night with two large windows. I can be watched, examined by the critters outside. The window becomes a two way mirror. I cannot see into the dark. Our lives are spared by someone everyday and everyday you are secretly watched as you walk the dog.

Sleep Drinking

Earlier this week I woke up and I was pouring out the water from my big drinking cup, I really woke up then. In the middle of the night, I picked up the cup and just poured it all over myself. It was so cold. That's never happened to me before. It made me wonder whether or not I've been sleep drinking, in which case I should move the degreaser with weedeater part in it.

Mapping a Song #1: Space Punk Starlet

Hey earthlings,

Since folks are always asking about the stories behind our songs, and most of the time I just make up an answer like "it's a call for peace on earth" or "Marshall and I were fighting over the same girl- she was 6'5" I thought I'd shine some official light on our songs & their narratives.

For space punk starlet, I had a show-tunes sing along melody stuck in my head. That ooh-eeh-ooh part that you hear throughout the song and prominently during the outro. I also had a little ditty- something like "Going through life is a minuscule man who sleeps in his hands. . . dogs are barking out on the street everywhere and nobody cares."

Now lets get one thing straight. I may have a moment or two when it comes to words, but Marshall is the poet. So I played him what I had and he went to work on a new concept: She's daughter of an intergalactic warlord. He's in a band. He teaches her guitar to keep her father happy and saves the world in the process. It's a love story.. sort of like most of our songs.

Now the outro is another story. Dusty Rhodes is this writer for the Houston Chronicle who gave us a crappy review. Oh, it wasn't TOO bad, but she was gruff and we were young and green and the whole thing was funny as hell. What a name! Dusty Rhodes- if ever there were a girl destined for porn-stardom. "Dusty why aren't you ever coming through? You wrote a bad review." Thing is, I don't know if Dusty has ever heard the song. We should play it for her.


And that, folks, is the story behind Space Punk Starlet. It was one of the last songs we wrote for the album and it was one of the first songs we mastered. Obviously we liked it enough to name the album after it.

-B

more to come

Tomahawk found, Sad encounter with stranger

I think my last post was really funny. I can't stop chuckling about it. Have you ever seen your ex in public and have that person look completely horrified to see you. That happened tonight. I just gave a meek wave. What I got back was her patented weird face. It's a basic facial expression - she's either shocked, depressed, angry, or confused. I got that one.

Speaking of meekness, I really don't like Jimmy Kimmel. I want to know how he got that job. I don't have tv, so I don't ever stumble across his show, but I do see advertisements. He's got this meek, puppy dog smile spread across a billboard. I want to choke him with his tie.

Look at this tomahawk I found in my yard yesterday. It's covered in tar. I think it's tar. Could be dried blood now that I think of it. I've got an alibi. I spent that afternoon trying to find a cholula hot sauce.

Gruesome Scene, Sandwiches Brutally Murdered

The perpetrator then took his own life.