dumpstarx

I had to return. I heard of some folks (friends of my sister's) that were going. despite, in spite of, spurred on by the weight of developments on my home front, I packed a few bags and caught a ride in a beamer down to Atlanta. There I met the strangers I'd go adventuring with. Three guys and I rented a van, loaded it with...
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Played with the band tonight.
It was an opener short and sweet.
I didn't drink. Didn't get high. I saw lots of pretty girls but I went home alone.

once again my reward was in the drive.
I passed the interstate, passed the last stop light to the place where the road narrows and winds.
Windows down, engine purring, driving into the forest at night....
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I love cars and gasoline and plastic but I believe that natural order is decay.
These machines are built to break down. They aren't fulfilling their purpose racing through traffic running errands and stopping at red lights. They find their place at the side of the road in a cloud of green steam and hot grease. The future of these cars and trucks is a...
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I am a massive tool.

I've been drug and alcohol free for 8 months now and all it does is make me more and more grumpy.seems like the only respite I get from dreaming of a nice refreshing whisky or ten is being horny and dreaming of gettin' down with the lovely ladies. I know this to be an addiction same as any though and...
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Last night's CD release party filled up quite nicely. we played a long wild show for a big raucous audience. The hard part comes after the last song and wading through the lingerers....packing up gear and loading out....in this post adreanal sweat covered daze and trieing to be polite to the poeple who want to stop and talk to you about the show. All the...
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This month American Dumpster finnaly releases it's CD.
We'll play the biggest venue in town and rent this creepy old club on the outskirts of town for the release party.

Once that's out of the way I will focus full time on building sets and composing music for a big circus freakshow type project in a gutted warehouse set to open in July.

I also...
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Constantly fighting the heavy listless feeling. Father fell Ill. Doesn't seem to help the feeling of detatchment. Still I keep my chin up. Writing songs. Carving a styrofoam jesus for a local theatre. Got all my tshirts color coordinated in the drawer. LIFE IS GOOD

for better or worse everyone in town seems to be talking about American Dumpster. The clans in the band have been at war with eachother for months. I've been doing 3-4 shows a week. Recording everything. Being my own producer and engineer. working solo stuff late into the night and experimenting with sounds live every thursday.

bought a theramin and a tymani and a baritone...
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Been struggling to clean up my act....stay off the sauce. Be a little monk since my 30th in September. The recent circle of friends.....especially the band don't really know how to react. They may never see me as anything else than a party animal and man whore running a straight and narrow hustle.I drove north with one couple from the band yesterday to meet another...
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It was always meant to be consumed.

Climb carters mountain. Stand under the radio towers by the orchard. Look up and down the valley. Look over every hill top and river valley from here north to the nations capitol, all covered with Alien plywood, paint, primer and glinting glass, and then south to the see of green with its steep foothills and jutting rock faces....
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I turned to the written word a few times last week. I returned to the studio for my final 10 day stretch and was working on staying off the sauce and away from any drama. I know for a fact that I drank no alcohol. Still all the players in my drama made their entrances and said their lines. Rather than react directly to them...
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Nearing the home stretch of a month long recording project.
long hours.
intensly gratifying.
Autumn's coming.
the fall