Encounters with the 4th Dimension

We're all addicted to euphoria in some way or another. Whether it be running, drugs, skydiving, pushing the limits, or just letting yourself go, life is spent seeking that amazing feeling. Time spent under this spell naturally creates the perfect atmospheric life. Your own personal nirvana. Tonight something cast me into this place; I'm still not sure how those righteous sounds emerged from my calloused finger tips.

While my mind drifted away, my soul guided every single action.

"I love the spirits that are inside me, I don`t give a fuck about this body."

Voicemail

Astounding how mature new tunes can sound in such bleak amounts of time.

Level 38!

Hulk Green Jeans

Kicking life into overdrive across the span of these dawning weeks. With the upcoming release of The Falcones Were Raised Better Than That EPK, shows have integrated into a weekly occurrence. Balancing the tonal qualities recorded into the mix might take a while, but guaranteed the album will be rocking on your speakers soon. I might not die rich, but I'll be damned if I don't die deaf. Bring the noise!

Friday's show went incredible, never has the music been louder while the crowd recipricated passion. Sweat poured from our bodies as we unleashed every emotion our energies could conjure. The stage was set by the opening act: a trio whose sound and live presence seemed unmatched... competitive notions stimulated the drive to make the best out of anything. Yet the friendly nature of our communal creations rounded out the entire night into one massive rock n' roll chunk.

Apparently at some point I grabbed my capo off Josie during Roxanne and ate it. Two kinds of intonation limitlessly spewed from Sir Psycho Sexy's speakers, as if outraged by another incident of sonic transgression. I guess a musical threesome can disturb even the strongest wills since originality took a break from hanging with our society. Light a fire to spark up a flame; burn something down to start a revolution.

Warning: Flying objects can be dangerous, especially if its a girl playing tambourine...

To the female owner of these red lace panties:

We love you.

GlassJaw

"Where the characters don't meet,

the characters don't speak,

and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:

Space always expanding.

So put another coin in and turn the crank

until the frames cease to move

and the movie turns into a photo"

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.

Back in Action

Just hours away from finishing the EP.

Enjoy the rumbling bass tonight neighborhood!

Subaru Weekend

After reaching level 33.

Isaac SDJ Brock and I wrote a song.

That song is called Subaru Weekend.

Meanwhile, an inconsistently consistent storm brews above me. Some loud pop never gets old rattling inside my head. Or maybe its the rock that hit me still aching in my chest? Jagged the course has been rode which polar opposites create.

"A dove is a glove

That I wear in my heart

And though I like to dress smart

It doesn’t have any part of the world of fashion

And you’re there to put me down

And I’m sick off the frowns that follow me around

I would likethe sky but there’s no reason why

She’d say to this world with the nose of a girl

Turned up so loud that it rings, sings the cloud

I've never been here and though you're physically near

You're pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved"

~ Untitled

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When At The Drive-In played live on David Letterman, Cedric climbed and jumped off Omar's amp two minutes into the song. Omar continued to play and sing his parts for a while, despite Cedric's jump sliding his amp almost off stage and soundlessly away from the mic. An interlude of one note Omar strums while moving the amp back in position. The band kills the rest of the song as if nothing happened. I've seen that video seven hundred times, and never noticed that sequence of events until this moment.

Even when the worst problems occur, the greatness still transpires?

"It is as real as the girl, blabbing nothing outside my window

What do I have to show

To a world that the only way to destroy

Is to die like a baby boy

I could be happy in infinity

Of the space of my eyelid

But I know I’m somewhere else

Where the words on this page

Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,

And it would be real,

And I eat my last meal

Wish that I could feel

But now I don’t even know if I’m real"

~Untitled

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