Polly Pocket

"I'm going to steal that" Chill Bill casually told SDJ and Mothball.

Apparently the new Subaru Weekend single is intoxicating enough to actually catch you beyond our original intentions. "Retarded monkey with no arms" SDJ describes his different parts in the tune.

I think I recorded my part on the second take... thats not to seem perfect, more like "this will work fine." Yet something shines within such a cheap recording. We don't quite know what we are onto, but it seems to stumble into a central being.

"Oh shit I can't remember it!" SDJ smiles as he plays this intricate tune to induce chill among Mothball and Bill. Only he failed to realize equilibrium was inebriated; yet excitement ripened inside certain people. Littered across the words lying within books and countless little intros I've written up... a common place for the ugly answers to questions relentlessly avioded.

"Night time triggers the land mines

Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers

Marching two by two...

Marching two by two...

A soldier's down

Flood gates burst

I've said some things I wish you'd never heard

Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown."

It's growing as we speak

And it's sucking us both in

A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day"

Consider it like mutual yet individual conversations: I tell you this and then you say something of your own to him. He then tells me the next part without influence of the previous statement. In the end we have a story compiled of all of our own parts and reasons why this matches up together as a whole.

Gatsby was called, yet he did not come this time for some reason.

Final note: (Love, SDJ)

"When your in a jam, you are in your essence. To me, a person who doesn't regularly figure you as a "Mothball", its just rare when I find you Mothballing. Your not yourself when you play. You aren't Charlie. When the infrastucture combines into your head, the mode is in hand as if you lay the first note down like a mason laying down the grout for a fresh new layer of brick. You hammer and pound out the epic jam: bringing around the original point of the essence of Mothball; it is masonry. You take raw materials with which you construct an elegant yet precise instrument. By now you should know this instrument is the dirtiest, fucking balls deep, scrumtrulescent jam one person ever could imagine encountering in a life time."

Rock and Roll Means Well.