10-27-97
1.The official name of my band is "Reverend Jack and the Bible
Thumpin' Junkies". Here's a 3-minute sample of our 15-minute epic
song. Actually, it's three one-minute samples, but they're pasted
together in sequential order, so it'll skip twice but it sounds damn
good anyway. The file's pretty big, so it might take a few minutes.
On the Nod
2.The samples below don't work. I had to erase them to make room for this one. They sucked anyway.
3.The new Flaming Lips album comes out tomorrow.
10-11-97
1.My band may or may not be called one of the following: Rock-n-Roll, The Twelve, Lesbian Truckdrivers, The Unemployable, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Complex Leslie, or Illuminum.
2.At any rate, here are two VERY preliminary sound samples from
our first few practices.
Anemic Student
Blank Tape Disaster
10-02-97
1.Yo La Tengo is playing 4 hours away from me tomorrow night and I'm NOT GOING because I'm helping out with a play my friends are putting on. This is because I'm now a "nice guy" and a "team player". Or just an idiot. You decide.
2.Evening All Day Long
You find it hard
sitting at the shrine of electrons
to create without hatred
burning holes in your mind.
And across the vast distance,
(well, 400 miles, anyway),
she waits for him. Because no amount of sweet-talk
can hide the truth.
That the telephone can remind her
that she's alive. And the voice
can be disguised, unclear, laid down
blurry and saturated with color
like scrambled cable networks. You can listen
for the dialogue
but eventually the lack of picture
forces your hand.
It always made you sad
that out of all the girls you wrote about
none of them wrote about you.
But maybe it's more sad
now that she's the first one.
And it's just enough
to drive you to drive
even though you won't find anything.
Because you're never enough.
Because the bets are off.
The race is over, and Shady Sides has won,
but your tickets, sad in halves, discarded on the ground
remind you that
you ran out of betting money
at the exactly wrong time.
Curse this;
break it with one-night stands
of forgotten decadence
and the tired anger
of misanthropy rising.
Break it
with the last desperate smile
which wanes toward winter
again.