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Yep, Reckon I'm gonna have to apologize for all of that Valentines Day self-pity that was being sprayed around like Febreeze after a stag film. That stuff bubbles up when your prowling around the local uber-market and the chowderheads are crowding the Hallmark isle like Russian peasants waiting for bread. Typically, I'm off in WFPLand dreaming about rusted-out robots pluggin' away at Fender Jazzmasters ran through multiple Twin Reverbs conjuring up waves of Martian dust and delay pedal gristle. Throw in some fascist imagery and you got something to write home about. One of the best song titles ever:

WE HATE YOU (LITTLE GIRLS)

Genesis P-Orridge & the merry pranksters. God bless that collective.

So Karoli had our first show on Friday The 13th. It went over pretty much as I had thought in my mind. General indifference with some hidden disdain that I could see in the eyes of Toledo partygoers. Not that I believe myself or my friends in the band are some kind of VISIONARIES playing FUTURISTIC music or anything. Nor do I take anything I do particularly seriously. If anything, it's all been done better before or it's being done better now by anyone OTHER than me. There is a little freedom in this mindset. I even offered the opening act to come play with us. I think the cavemen and the unlearned class need to take back sound. This cat's name was Nick and he was a self-described "One Man Locust". He politely declined and apparently liked what we were slopping around. The fuck-ups need to insulate themselves within each other. No plans. No sheet music. A rhythm one minute, the next minute just random blasts. Different members every gig. No pictures. No song titles. Occasional lyrics that mutate and change with each performance. Living music that rejects itself. An organism that is both the poison and the antidote. Anybody who was willing to come by and talk to us was offered a chance to play with us. What really tickled my heartstrings and made me proud was the fact that not one person bought one of our two cds. I felt that it was a compliment. The perfect gig is the one in which that there is no audience but there happens to be twenty-five people on stage improvising.

PURCHASED CDS BY:
Holly Golightly
Broken Social Scene
Valley Of The Giants
The Swans
Magazine
Japan
Mouse On Mars
Lightning Bolt
Sunno)))
Earth
Erase Errata

Perhaps I will sit through the pit of unholiness that is the blood plasma clinic to secure a copy of THE CAN DVD. This fucking beast runs 45 bones but is utterly essential. Plus I have roughly eight or nine cds on hold at the store that are calling my name. Big Star's 3rd is one of them.

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY

Broadcast "The Pendulum"

Can you keep it up for a week?