Love

I must own this guitar...

Kitchen Sink

Rock N' Roll classically seeping through the kitchen walls at the house

every weekday morning...

I should spend time here again more often

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.