s.s. ship sec

let's handle this with careful measure. consider this moment one of many. let's guage the temperature and the controls. and hand the reigns to new identities. you shed you step behind the tide. i remake ways that i go forward. submerged in details filling space. compiling blank lines and rewriting them. the pen just moves and speaks and flows. translating some passage that was and always is. coming through the screen or through the air. mining the lines of your face. that door defines us walk on through. that bridge was laid to speak to you. the depth is staggering it shakes your faith. lie or fall or walk across.

toward

toward i'm leaving. toward i'm moving. toward i'm falling. toward i'm running. toward i'm crawling. toward i'm looking. toward i'm angling. toward i'm shaping.

moderation.

conversationalist

i'm an alien to this conversation. arriving just in time to leave behind. i couldn't believe this dialogue. i couldn't believe the mirage that eyes had settled upon. moving forward lurching sickly toward. some tired mantra some tape recorder. stuck in playback eating up the tape. i'm not a believer in words. yours or mine just vanish in time. meaningless to all eternity. our bodies are like pieces of paper. cut out of a mill and rolled and bleached and thrown away.

1.10.09

sonn av krusher played this past saturday night at drunken unicorn. i've been playing music off and on for 20 years, this was one of those shows that makes it all worthwhile. we played with three great local bands- subrig destroyer, whores, hell comes to town- each band brought something unique to the table and played really well. a good crowd too, thanks to everyone involved. and many thanks to laurie holcombe for the rad photos.

layin' down theremin and tambourine during 'i left my heart in san francisco bay'

layin' it down thick

heavy metal hammer of hate- 'destroy resurgens'

james and gray gettin heavy


more theremin craziness.












SUBRIG DESTROYER- heavy mesmerizing bass & drum doom drone.

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WHORES- steamrolled post-heaviness




HELL COMES TO TOWN- mean, nasty- street thrash

i left my heart in san francisco bay

standing over the edge of the widest chasm- a body to careen without control- eyes swollen with tears of rememberence- it's so calm and deep and clean-

but there are no clean breaks- but we already knew- the air with a numb chill- but we already knew-

brilliant blue looks down from above- all thickness but clean and dry- on a cold and solitary figure- afraid of the depths below-

feet sewn to the ground- but we already knew- the air it breathes for you- but we already knew-

waste high in deep panarama- life moves forward below your feet- unswollen and unspoken depths- all calm in its frenzy

opaque

non-verbal communication. non-written non-spoken. worn on the lines under my eyes. worn in my silence. i built up a wall to shield myself from you. i put the thoughts, the frustrations, the anger, the sadness, the hope. into a plastic bag to recycle and reuse. not sure at which point the most important things. became the least talked about. but priorities mount against cleansing moments. and we all just shift into neutral i guess.

drunken unicorn sat 1.10

we're actually going on second. it should be a rollicking good time!

liberation

at the age of 34, i've finally come to the realization that my self worth is in no way tied to the amount of cd's and records that i have in my possession.

two things happened that helped this realization come to fruition; one of those things was the advent of digital music and the ability to load music onto my computer and ipod, and the other was the birth of my youngest son. the former lead me to put like 800 plus CD's (with still more to go) onto my ipod, and the latter caused me to convert my beloved office into a baby bedroom last year. the cd's were moved to the basement... out of site out of mind. it's alot easier to have them on this little device that you can carry around anywhere you go.

anyway, the desire to take a trip to california for a week this summer with my oldest son (who is graduating from high school), and the less than desirable condition of my finances, has led me to concoct a scheme to sell off about 60 to 70% of my cd's to raise the money to go. that along with what is left of my records and some old punk/hardcore/emo memorobilia from the early 90's. amazon.com for the cd's and ebay for everything else.

i've sold 44 cd's in 6 days, averaging about $4 net profit per cd. i've got bids on ebay for some of my records and old 'zines. so i'm off to a good start. i want to move at least 500 cd's over the next 3 to 4 months. it's a bitch to box 9 or 10 up a day, but i guess it's a labor of love at this point. oh, and in case your curious, metal cd's tend to hold their value better than any other genre.