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9/29/06

Click on the polariod above (taken by Jason) for an exciting show report!

8/21/2006

Yeeeeahhhh

Just got my copies of Mr. Max Eisenslimer's "the Ghost Safari" in the mail from Jelle Crama...I guess this thing came out months and months ago, but jelle had to wait untill he finished loading this package with a caavalcade of some of his extra brilliant print works.

thanks Jelle! YOU RULE!

so yeah, now I have about 20 copies of this muggg. Holler at me if you neeed one.

also:

I will be a featured improviser at the 2006 HIGH ZERO festival of experimental music , look out for me there

8/17/2006

"a Dog Dick Afternoon" by Max Eisenberg 75 page illustration book and cd coming soon from Rain Ridge Press...click on new links for sample images.

2 New Oceans of Missouri releases!!!

OM 08 - GlamorousPat c-20

OM 09-Dj Dog Dick cdr/comic/poster

and other news....

The BANK has now 3 excellent shows under its belt. Drop me an email if you're interested in playing the club. Work has been long under way on this 6,000+ sq. ft megaspace, Caleb and I have just about finished the tiling of our luxury shower stall which is complete with a large bench and skylight portal above the shower head. I'll soon post a website exlusively for Bank show listings and news.

oh,,,I've also fixed some of the old video links that have been glitched for quite sometime...make sure you check out the sweebo vid

8/26/05

Moving out of my house this week. What a time We've had here on the Bentalou ave. A few recaptured summer tales froom around the hood:

Hood kids (pre-teen) chilling on my front porch with mischev and bottlerockets, sticking'em wicksparked into the mailslot. Telling them to leave won't yeild a budge except for jeering knocks at the door. So fed up, but still willing to have fun I rig the house stereo to full blasted Prurient's History of Aids directed straight through the door then set-up large amp with mic to compound the slaying with rippppping feedback squelch...and I'm poised in noise waiting for just one more banging knock to really unleash...and sure enough, my trap triggered for a snare, I swing open the door and impact a full force sonic boom onto the few young males outside. Ears cupped and confused they cry out for answers:

"yo yo what the fuck is that shit yo?"

"yo what the fuck is you crazy yo?"

And with the gestural tongue and mandible of some swelling beast who shouts in blood and gut matter, I snarl about 25 seconds of vocal underworld curse with direct contact into eyes of the toughest memebr of the j.r. gang. and woooosh, the floor drops out from under his 2bit juvinile prethug composure and a scared little boy blossoms in its place. he buckle jumps back about four feet with a gaping hole gasp and stumbles through a range of flinches before finally regaining his violent macho cast:

"yo yo you better whatch the fuck fuck out yo you don't fucking know me yo yo i muthafucking know somemutha fucka's gunna kill yo mutha fucking asss mutha fucka ima shooot yo mutha fucking asss you better watch the fuck out...."

As he trods away from my porch he keeps the threats stuttering as I laugh as wholeheartedly as I ever have, keeping the kid instigated with mocking "yeah! yeah! come on kid and kill my stupid ass" "come on"

Totally ruled...walking to the postoffice, I saw the kid the next day sitting and playing with all his baby sisters on his family porch... He gave me a funnny face which oddly had an air of friendlieness about it...guess being a totall wacko earns you some respect around here.

//Begining of summer brought forth an interesting change to the out doors of bentalou block 300. Over the course of about three days, a terrible smell began to envelope the sensory realms of everyone living in the hood. By the third day the smell was soo powerfull that walking outside meant cooperating with such an offense that even the wasted bums with remarkable filth tollerences avoided ever wandering through our alley.

Presisted the smell did in its full force for atleast 1 month before the intensity of it began to wear off...slowly.

The worst thing about it is that as anyone who's lived in a rowhouse knows, a cross breeze is essential to active summer existence... As our fans pumped outside air in through the house, so did they waft cloudfulls of that misserable atmosphere.

Yo mutha fucka, Yo what the fuck be that mutha fuckin smell yo??

Well at least 3 of us west siders are convinced ofsome dripping waste of a corpse, all bloated and oozing with maggots. The putrification left active in some dim bedroom, windows cracked open, old blinds breathing softly as they exhale the room's drama to the alleyway.

Ofcourse there are plenty of naysayers to that conclusion, pointing instead to a nearby heaping dumpster of grocerey discaards steeping in the summer swellter.

P/U

//Fuckign amazing rock'n'roll passion church opens across the street from Tarantula Hill: "CATHEDRAL OF PRAISE". Totall ghettobomb of a storefront converted into a one room chapel...houses a jammin'hoedunk drumkit, a blarring organ, and a po' assed prasied be PAsystem... Almost every night untill 1am a whole buncha of black folks soak their sundays best in a sweat bath as their gestures speak in tongues to a ferocious blast of killer gosphel funk junk. Fucking street banging drumbeats heavy hi-hat alleycat bounce wailing organ madness and a Preacher sermon bordering on demon fury in its dissonence

By the end of the night, emotions are so high...spirits so charged...that it is not uncommon to witness feverous shouting fights between worshipers...loud confrontations that sustain intensisty for as much as an hour...always just a cuff from swinging blows, the families surround the oppontents and hold'em back untill someone drives away shouting the last word.

7/18/2005

///Here begins the fog of a Baltimore summer in its last half. The haze wasted chesapeak bay has risen dense into our lungs and eyes. Thugs round the hood move a little slower on days like today, firecrackers have ceased as if the humidity cashed the wicks before the blast. The helicpoter fly round a smooth grey sky that bares their sleak black in less contrast. It's really quite poetic how an extreme wash of gradience can disintegrate an environment into intimate quarters with the conscience...as I gazed earlier at one of them fogged copters I tragically squinted my eyes and imagined myself dying in some vietnam swamp right as the rescue patrol circled into its saving touchdown...spinning blades cutting the air like soft dough, soothing my wounds with some kind of goop for the afterlife. Jeeze oh peets the brain does drift away in a sky so thick, setting sail by way of difussion to some far away world of lower concentration.

7/13/2005

///Flys Flys everywhere

buzzing in clouds around the house, landing on my hot and sticky skin..oh la la la. Not that our house keeping skills are exceptionally lax, just that the windows here have no screens and the rat infested ghetto alleyways outside have all the anemities of a stink ridden garbage dump. Big and hairy ones are the slowest and easiest to kill, today my roomate nick squished one right in the gut which released about 3 dozen squirming little halfmaggots covered in slime. To tell you all the truth, I believe that this time in my life living with so many flys is actually somewhat rewarding. After only a couple of months of this I feel not a twich of a bother over their presence, in fact I can kind of appreciate them...well sort of///

06/21/2005

///well, I'm still working on finishing the foundation of this website. Things will be enhancing regularly, though I am finally decided on an overall format. please let me know what you think!

06/05/2005

///summertime begining all over the northern hemisphere, and boy oh boy does high heat hype the action up fullblast around this warzone Baltimore west. Firecracker explosions non-stop. Yesterday was a 4-block square Roman Candle war that skirmished highenergy for hours and hours. Had me so frightened to be out on the streets. I swear, there were near 50 ghetto kids armed to the teeth with wickcocked combustables...so hungrey for violent funprey. Older dudes on motorized streetbikes were surely the wickedest, droning tough in reving motorchain gangs. Viscious streetplay abound.

/But it's all good you know. Living in such a volitile zone confronts one with an inescapable need to process paranoia...No choice: Coexistentialism....

/Realy though, aside from what's blowing up all over the place, things have been rather comfortable and productive on the homefront. After returning from the amazing Nautical Almanac eurotour I finshed building this new patchable synthizizer monster...been jamming the thing non-stop finding all the configurations that aptly apply subtle yet effective pressure on my temples and bowels. By the climax of summer I'll be ready to embark on a solo tour equipt with my most efficent sense controll station yet.

/Working on recordings both solo and with Nautical Almanac. Tentative releases out the wazoo, mostly on killer belgium labels...Also a couple of videos posted on the webzine

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