(rust and dust)

This will be mine and Stephen's last performance with PR for a while.

(no hope mound, dryer lint)

(what's behind the badge?)

This show is going to be nuts - too bad I won't be here.

(i made some wax wawfuls)

(the tradewinds)

Yeayea! After seemingly endless delays, The Tradewinds 7" is available on Gilgongo Records...



Here's the story... waaaay back in 2008, Teague, Kelly and I were in a pop-punk band called The Tradewinds. We recorded six songs at my Tempe house just as Kelly moved up to Portland. Months passed. The guy that was putting out the record disappeared from the face of the earth. James Fella came to the rescue and said that he would put it out on Gilgongo. Further delays were incurred due to several bad test presses, love triangles, more delays at the pressing plant, and my own negligence as to what to do for artwork.

But all of those things are water under the proverbial pop-punk bridge. Sure, we're not a bona-fide band anymore - we only play a couple times a year now, whenever we're in the same place at the same time. But nevertheless, I'm excited that this record is out. I'm really proud of it and I'm excited for people to hear it even if it is a little bit late.



The record is $5ppd from Gilgongo.
The Gilgongo online store is here.
Or go to Eastside Records in Tempe and get it there.
Or click here to download it for free.
Or don't.... whatevz.

(gnat clouds)

(the news is so depressing these days)

Earlier this month, Arizona governor Jan Brewer signed a gun law allowing Arizonans to carry concealed arms without the hassle a permit. But more recently, in the wake of SB 1070 and the "birther bill", authorities are warning Arizona residents to keep their homestate identities to themselves while traveling outside the state.

"It's just not safe for Arizonans to travel around openly anymore," says Tyrone Terranova of the Arizona Board for Styrofoam Consumption. "A friend of a friend told me about a guy that was harassed in Portland after someone overhead that he was from (Arizona)." (Update: apparently there was a lot of cocaine and "hipster drama" involved. No one can really remember much of anything.)

"This is just terrible," says Arizona resident Darryl Herwig. "I remember just after 9/11 when I was backpacking through Europe. They said that it wasn't safe for Americans so I did my best to fake a South African accent. But someone from South Africa thought I was making fun of them and they beat me up pretty bad."

With the summer heat rapidly approaching, many Arizonans will have to put their vacation plans on hold. "I just don't know what to do" says Garrett Balcos. "All these other states have it totally backwards. I don't feel safe most places because they don't allow me to carry my pistol under my jacket. It's scary to know that some violent, cracked out Mexican or gay-wad could attack me and I would be totally defenseless."

Senator John McCain, typically a centrist on border issues, has half-heartedly embraced the new bill for fear of losing his Senate seat to J.D. "marry-a-horse" Hayworth in the upcoming midterm elections.

"I was born and raised in Arizona," says resident Greg McCumber. "It was hard to, but I fought hard against the prevailing Arizona winds and learned how to read and write." Greg is one of tens of thousands of Arizona residents with IQ scores above 85 that have been voicing their outrage on social media websites like Facebook and Twitter while thousands more are engaging in protests.

(pre, post)

(up and coming)

April 16 - Performing w/ Pigeon Religion at Revolver Records in Phoenix for Record Store Day...


April 17 - Performing w/ Pigeon Religion at Eastside Records in Tempe for Anti-Record Store Day alongside Eddy Detroit (!) of Sun City Girls...


Hours later, performing w/ French Quarter at The Tribe in Phoenix. This rager benefit for Tempe-based Bike Saviours will include The Pods, Chandails, Tightholes, DJ Glochids, Nataraja, and the debut of the international smash sensation The Teeets...


April 20 - Performing w/ French Quarter at The Trunkspace in Phoenix alongside City Center...

(the vine, haikus)

Oh petty distress!
Your heavy weight cripples me
I have suffered loss

Aroused from slumber
I gazed out of a window
And ruined my day

Tiny backyard, woe
So depressingly barren
The vine is now gone

Not a trace remains
The cat's claw has been removed
"De-clawed" you might say

Can I place the blame?
The landscapers meant no ill
But they should have known

(Granted, there is more
They fucked up the internet
While cutting the vine)

But for now, mourning
Lament for the cat's claw plant
No longer with us...

Where do I begin?
It made this quaint house complete
Bringer of soft joy

It's beauty eased our
Urban desert living space
The sole sign of life

It was kind to us
A green and yellow curtain
That absorbed the sun

Photosynthesis
Watered by A/C runoff
And trimmed with mild care

Rest in peace, dear vine
Every time I look outside
I will think of you



But now, just outside,
An existential crisis...
How can I go on?

Beauty is now dead
Replaced with aesthetic doom
Birthing depression

Haikus ease my pain
But my yard has lost it's soul
And my heart is black

Fucking stupid yard
You're a life-sucking mass of
Concrete and stucco



This void ails me so
But I find comfort knowing
The cat's claw lives on

My dear friend Sarah
She made paper out of you
Out of your seed pods

She gathered them up
Over a couple of days
And took them to school

Her labor bore fruit
Thick, brown, beautiful paper
I have a whole stack

(funk fourty-nine-and-a-half)

French Quarter opened up for kit the other night at YOBS. Here's a video of us playing "In June" - you can't see much but it sounds good...

(easter sunday)

(march music purge)

Back on March 8, The Tribe hosted a trio of black metal bands - Ashdautas, Volahn & Axeman - with locals Satan's Monk and Nightgaun. My camera sucks so I stole these pictures from 832SM and mihiomanus. All apologies...










Pigeon Religion headed out to Austin for SXSW for the week of the 13th. Times were had, shows were good, details are abundant and I am too lazy to rehash the relevant ones. Instead, to touch on the highlights/lowlights, please accept this digital compensation even though my camera was out of batteries half the time, hence making picture pickings slim to none...

I: The little things (featuring T.h.O., baby Ari, Steve Gnash brutality, city lights, temptation)











II: You might not guess it, but I actually hate music (featuring Acid Mothers Temple, Zs, Abe Vigoda, Married in Berdichev, Milton Melvin Criossant III, Puffy Areolas, Dry Rot)



















III: Pijjjn Relijun (featuring sparks, drumset-throwing aftermath, video, audio)

Tempe legend Gerald Biggs recorded the Pigeon Religion set at The Broken Neck on March 19 with Slavescene and Drunkdriver (RIP). It sounds good - listen and download it here.

(top-notch carbon: octopi)

This is the first installment in a series that I'm calling Top-Notch Carbon, the aim of which is to celebrate and draw attention to the finest conglomerations of carbon molecules.

Certain byproducts of the industrial revolution have given carbon a bad name as of late - "carbon footprint" this and "carbon emissions" that - your average cro-mag might be led to believe that carbon is a bad thing. Well, you, dear reader, are not the average cro-mag. And I'm here to reclaim carbon's rightful place as a true baller of the universe.

Exploring carbon's badassery might sound simple to some but let me assure you, it's no easy feat! Carbon has mad skillz. The roughly 10 million carbon compounds serve as the building blocks, not only for life, but for a whole plethora of complexity including much of what we, as lowly humans, would deem valuable in terms of emotions, aesthetics, ethics, science, and of course, the almighty dollar.

And so, to kick off this carbon celebration with true flare, we're pulling out all the stops. We're going straight to the top of the carbon hierarchy of awesomeness. That's right, I'm talking about the mighty OCTOPUS. Behold...


It's hard to understate just how fucking cool octopi really are. Seriously... SO. FUCKING. COOL. I barely know where to begin.

But it might be helpful, first, to think of the octopus as the collective Einsteins of the invertebrates. We humans think we're sooooo flippin' smart with our spinal columns and highly developed frontal cortices. Sure, we're the smartest vertebrates but WTF, man? There are only, like, 58,000 vertebrates or something like that. We barely have any competition! It's like winning the preschool poetry competition.

Invertebrates, on the other hand, make up 98% of described animal species. There are millions of 'em. There are twice as many invertebrates as all the vertebrates, plants, fungi, protists, and monerans combined. But we forget about all of that. If we're going to actively care about animals, we'd much rather give money to save some charismatic lone wolf at the top of the foodchain that serves little to no ecological function given that the rest the environment has already adapted to it's absence... or we'd rather donate Buffalo exchange tokens to the never-ending and hopeless oversaturation of baby kittens rather than to a human being... we'd much rather do that than to assure the proliferation of an ugly cornerstone arthropod, without which entire biomes would be brought to their proverbial knees... GAAAH. I'm not saying lone wolves aren't cool, but it's all about PRIORITIES, people.

Anyway, back to the octopus.

So, octopi don't have backbones. They're one big mass of brains, muscle, rage and balls. This makes them incredibly dexterous, able to maneuver the trickiest of environments...




They have three hearts. Three hearts, people! That's three times the love to give, three times the heartache, three times the heart problems. You thought that a quadruple bypass was rough, what about a duodecuple bypass?

Chameleons can't hold a candle to the almighty octopus. Certain octopi can reproduce complex textures and colors to a degree that would make any self-respecting brookesia blush in embarrassment...




Octopi make no qualms about passing the torch to the next generation. They don't stick around in the Octo-Senate long past their period of mental agility. Nope, nope. Octopus bros die shortly after they do it, and the octopus babes die not too long after they lay the eggs. They don't mess around. They live fast, die young, and leave a good looking octo-corpse. Baby octopi grow up on their own, they don't learn a thing from their parents. This means that the octopus, in essence, is inherently badass. They can beat the shit out of sharks. Go to 1:30 for the good part...




They're f-ing smart, too. Not just compared to other invertebrates, but in terms of the entire animal kingdom. They solve puzzles. They understand cause and effect. They have short and long term memory. They can navigate mazes. They use their tentacles to scare fish through the opposite end of a coral reef and straight into their mouths. They open jars...



Last, but certainly not least, they use tools! (You might have seen this on the interwebs a few months ago, it was quite a big deal.) We used to think that tool use was unique to humans, then we discovered that primates use them too, then birds, then some other mammals. But holy hell! Octopi are doing it too! Octopi have long been making shelter out of shells and other objects but now they're stepping up their game. They have been transporting discarded coconut halves, albeit in a clumsily hilarious fashion, over long distances, 65 feet in some cases, to pair it with another coconut half and BAM... insta-shell!



This feat, although it might not seem too impressive by human standards, is huuuge. There's a world of cognitive difference between finding shelter in a hole in a rock, for example, and making the creative connecting between two separate and distinct objects that, when combined, create something altogether new, creating more than the sum of the parts. That shit's deep, bro. Like Jefferson Airplane deep.

And so, to all the octopi out there, we salute you. You are pimps of the sea, rulers of the deep, ass-kickers of the mundane. You are Top-Notch Carbon.

(yes indeed)

(small things, big times)

Somehow, I have adopted an early-rise schedule. Beauty sleep is easily subsidized with an increased intake of coffee. It works well. Marginal sleep deprivation provides a subtle, off-kilter lens through which the mundane is elevated and the novel, highlighted. Vitamin D goes up too.

But even though my daylight hours are more plentiful than ever, the incessant demands of life are in no short supply. For one thing, the light at the end of the proverbial undergrad tunnel is rapidly approaching. Much of my time is being allocated to academia while new and old ventures, musical and personal, are aplenty and fulfilling.

Life is full. And good. But I don't have time to talk about that crap. Nope! Onto the music...

(But first... in the future, as soon as my schedule calms down a bit, I'll have time to spew word-vomit that isn't quite so music-centric. Until then, life's a bitch. Deal with it.)

The month of March is always punctuated by a huge influx of touring bands courtesy of SXSW. And next weekend, on March 13-15, the fine folks at YOBS in Tempe will deliver one for the books! I am talking, of course, about Cizmarch Madness, a three-day DIY musical extravaganza dedicated (in name, at least) to one of journalism's finest. Try it. You'll like it.



The first night, Saturday the 13th, is punctuated by a threesome of Night People artists - Sewn Leather, Tracey Trance, Taterbug - along with Moment Trigger. This will also debut the new Pigeon Religion lineup featuring yours truly on guitar and local anti-hero Steve Gnash on bass. (More on PR in a minute.)

The second night of Cizmarch Madness, Sunday the 14th, will host Death Sentence: Panda! and Devon Williams. But wait! It's gets better! This will be the first performance by The Roar, a brand-spanking-new band headed by Owen Evans. Read it and weep...



I, admittedly, am biased. Owen is a dear friend. And I play keys in The Roar. Nonethless! Anyone who saw Asleep in the Sea would be hard-pressed not to espouse Owen's exceptional gift for crafting perfect, challenging pop songs. I'm thrilled to be part of this project. Try it. You'll like it.

After Cizmarch, Pigeon Religion will join the SXSW migration to Austin for a string of shows with some really good bands. I'm stoked about playing with Drunkdriver, White Mice, Slavescene, Tyvek, Nodzzz, Vivian Girls, etc. But on another note, I've loved and admired Pigeon Religion for a long while. Playing with them feels good, really good. I'm honored to be part of it.

Some dates, some fliers, let's fucking do it...

18 March, 2010 / Chain Drive, Austin, Tx / Vivian Girls, Yellow Fever, Nodzzz, Gun Outift
19 March, 2010 / Broken Neck, Austin, Tx / Rusted Shut, Drunkdriver, Neon Blud
20 March, 2010 / Club 1808, Austin, Tx / White Mice, Tyvek, Dry Rot, Tinsel Teeth





And when I get back from Austin, less music-talk. I promise.

(finer things)

(riot grrrrls & black wizards)

The Tribe will host the most unholy of Black Metal Mondays, proudly showcasing three USBM bands of the highest quality - Ashdautas, Volahn and Axeman. Locals Nightgaun will be opening the show, and maybe one more. Not to be missed! Monday, March 8, 7PM. The Tribe House, 2238 N 24th St, Phx. $6 donation.




But first! A slew of the Valley's finest female-fronted bands are joining forces for Fox Fest. The show will be held at The Iron Lady, a relatively new space located at 24th Street and Thomas just a stone's throw from The Tribe. I'll be bashing the doom skins with Hell-Kite. Come.

(oldest dream, newest dream)

Indifference was not an option - something was down there, something alive. It would be risky to investigate, the walls were tall and it would be difficult to get out...... Now I see it. It's just a thing. A shapeless blob with dark, empty eyes. No limbs. No form. Mouth like a grouper. He lies on the dirt, disgusting, pathetic and void of purpose. I wiggle my thumb above him, teasing. Somehow he manages to lick me, the bastard. But I can't even kill him. He's like a balloon that won't pop. This was a bad idea.

I tried to leave the situation. I tried to be civil but that fucker just kept coming at me. So I taught him a lesson. I stood over him, beating his face into the ground. I screamed at him "why are we doing this?!" I genuinely wanted to know. And he wouldn't even answer me.