One chants out between two worlds...

if you bring me water...

2008-07-25T08:20:55Z

right, so... Starhead.

...we've got a song on the new compilation put together by our buddies over at Strawberry Fields - who are freshly moved into their new digs!

The song is "Coda", which'll be on Escadrille, and until the Strawberry Fields comp comes out, it'll be up on the ~~Murdock~~Myspace for yer listenin.

Escadrille is being mixed by Brent Best right now, then it'll zoom up to Chicago to be mastered by Carl Saff.

Yeah, we're pretty happy.

man, we've gotten louder, tho.

We've kinda posted 'Coda' before, but this version of it is the first 'release' with all 7 members together on it.
Cody plays TWO e-bows onnit at the same time, and yeah, that's a church bell yer hearin in there.

Brent had this big fuck-all old iron bell on his porch, all hundred pounds of it, and, well...

"Two e-bows and a church bell? It is country?"
"Depends on the country, i guess..."
- Joe Cripps

...let us know what you think, for good or ill, k?

and thanks for watching us grow into this...

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Sekrit Gee Eff

2008-07-24T21:32:32Z

"...and i find i've forgotten how to talk out loud"
-Ani

seems i've two bodies/though they're the same as one/the stiller i stand/the faster i run.

2008-07-24T09:16:13Z

i know it's the dust here that makes it coloured up there
i know it's the sun that makes it glow
i know it's basically a rock, and cold cold cold

i remember mailing it to you once, from far Texas
blue and gold and impossible
a whispered promisedream sewn and stuffed, made for you to lean against

i know it cannae really see me, no matter how big it is in the sky
(or my eyes)

but i talk to your moon anyway

in the Umbrella Academy, the team travels via 'Televators', which let them move to and from (teleport 'tween) any elevator in the world...

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Tsar To Owls

2008-07-23T03:17:14Z

regardless of your clocks
this is how my arms move
swimming thru Texas waves of heat and scattered light
(there are no holograms here)
my eyes suck
drinking dirtscapes, synesthetic flowersounds
a rolling techno of yesterday softthumping halfpounding
featherfolding old calendars into wings
daedal, dynamic
(we are all prenominals here)

these recently immartial unmaterial neo-moments
course across fingers meant for other fingers
validating the physics of my etymology

i am in id-amnesty
in flux, again swimming
ginger'd to bite
and
freckles make liars of lions

in these fields, i can turn my head 180
no mice required

Aisle of View

2008-07-22T07:41:59Z

...and the cake!

(pics courtesy Sparklepussy and Heather Scissorhands!)

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1000 cranes, but there were no wolves there

2008-07-22T01:33:11Z

"The world is a mess and I just need to rule it"
-from Dr Horrible

moan until your lungs are sore

2008-07-21T06:09:03Z

Sunday night.

top-listened to tracks from the past 7 days.

this is radio notwolf

1) rtb2 – Yer Fool's Suite (Part II)
2) The Baptist Generals – Raw From Self-Destruction
3) Amos Lee – Colors
4) The Drams – Wonderous Life
5) Record Hop – Slugworth
6) burnt sienna trio – Theme From All-American Cities
7) Danny Michel – Young Americans (David Bowie cover)
8) Queens of the Stone Age – Make It Wit Chu
9) The Tallest Man On Earth – I Won't Be Found
10) The Baptist Generals – Going Back Song
11) José González – Teardrop (Massive Attack cover)
12) Ohia – Baby Take a Look
13) Califone – The Orchids
14) Pearl Jam – Nothingman
15) Dave Matthews – Some Devil
16) The Flaming Lips – After the Gold Rush
17) South San Gabriel – When The Angels Will Put Out Their Lights
18) Explosions in the Sky – Your Hand in Mine
19) The Weepies – World Spins Madly On
20) Radiohead – The Rip (Portishead Cover)
21) Billie Holiday – You Go to My Head

feh.

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Love is only a theorem

2008-07-21T02:04:07Z

and why should there be a divider 'tween the macrocosm and the microcosm that constitutes it?
yeh cannae deny that one is part of the other.

but now i'm sittin at what happens when the micro becomes the macro - is it a thing? a structure?

is that a set of relationships that are born of function, with continuity and the ability to be transformed?

even tho these, umm, 'functions' dun give any more reality to the structure than it's parts do.

if the parts arenae 'things', then everyday isnae made of 'things' either, no matter how it looks.

yanno?

the wedding was nice, tho.

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Watch out, the world's behind you

2008-07-20T16:24:44Z

it's a Sunday. It's sweet eve_lynn's birthday.

and i'm officiating a wedding today tween my buddies Gigi and Brent at Dan's.
the wedding band is the the King Bucks, i've a groovy black Mexican Wedding shirt/Guayabera to tog about in as well, medeine i still around, and i hear that the wedding cake is make to look like Chewbacca.

...seems good.

i'm missing my girl, tho. i'll feel that all day like the tag in the back of my shirt...

Foxtrot Omaha Romeo Romeo Echo Alpha Lima

2008-07-18T07:26:02Z

my couch is full
my heart? not so much.

save me some East, Rocket Girl.

"you are a
you're an architect
with permits and with plans
yeah and i am building forts
out of cardboard and in sand"

i'll figure something out.

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please let me sleep please let me sleep please let me sleep please let me sleep please let me

2008-07-17T09:05:12Z

the lion does not sleep tonight

2008-07-16T20:28:32Z

top 21 most-played last week ( corrected)

( this is radio notwolf)

Some Devil - Dave Matthews
Your hand in mine - Explosions in the Sky
Husk - Liz Durrett
Baby Take a Look - Ohia
Slugworth - Record Hop
Arabesque - Lily Chou-Chou
raw from self - destruction - the Baptist Generals
sweet jane (natural born killers mix) - Cowboy Junkies
Throw Your Arms Around Me (Hunters and Collectors cover) - Pearl Jam & Ben Harper
Teardrop ( Massive Attack cover) - Jose Gonzalez
rain/venus/rain - jetscreamer
e isso ai - Seu Jorge & Ana Carolina
Sarah's In Cars - RTB2
Re: Stacks - Bon Iver
Telescope Eyes ( original demo) - Eisley
Girl - Jim Sturgess
I See a Darkness - Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
Cupid Come (My Bloody Valentine cover) - Aroah
Cold Water/Hallelujah - Damien Rice
Center of the Sun - Conjure One
yer fool's suite II - RTB2

this show is tonight:

and i still have mad flatcleaning to accomplish, somehow. Plus Rocket Mail to do, a wedding (sun) AND a funeral (thurs) to prepare for, and mediene arrives to-morrow...

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notwolf @ 2008-07-16T13:11:00

2008-07-16T18:25:13Z

turn turn turn

2008-07-15T13:38:58Z

so.

sometime last night, most likely while i was piddlin around on the internets, or workin on Escadrille, or textin mediene, or mebbe pennin something

my grandmother, my momma's mother, died.

this makes me the second oldest member of my family.

dunno quite how t'feel about any of it,
and it may get some family-ugly
but
well, this is my journal, so here i am
journaling

Ruth Wahneice Snider
1927-2008

i hope there's peace for you, ma.
cos if there is, then there's hope for us all.

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i'll drown my beliefs

2008-07-15T04:56:19Z

so, yer sittin around, wondering what the best, most romantic little song is right now,
and i hear you:

at shows, i ply Brent, trading spirits for the spiritual, whiskey for words, like some demented sonic Apache at the edge of an imaginary fence to mark his wind-walled world, rebuilding my White Mountain brick by eroded brick,
and then i sit back, as quiet as a notwolf can be sometimes, licking the salt from my glass, being bitten lovingly by icy lime and dead cactus dreams
sucking burning perique
not thinking about it
or it
or
it

but inside i sing this at the top of my stupid lungs, pushing it up up over up into clouds so they might fill and rain it on me later, as fickle as a petulant lover
hopefully while hearthiking, when my earth is bakedhothardflat and there's no true shade

and i am a pilgrim, i am that gypsy, and i try to stay in sight of those clouds, yanno, just in case...

this time he beat me to it: "this is for you, asshole..."

"you are a
you're a space-age helicopter with pilots who don't sleep
and i am just a horsefly in a stockyard full of sheep"

i am an archeoillogicist

2008-07-15T00:47:23Z

i am a Martian/with no Earth to attack

2008-07-14T09:29:51Z

i do weather, not time

but i did a handfasting ceremony today, friends of friends and friends, rung me up the day before for the favour of my favour: so i made a husband and wife on the lawn at the Denton Courthouse square, under pecan trees draped in lights, watched by our gods, our ancestors, Texas, and a huddle of curious eyes...
we all waited on dusk and brought new light to the world with wine, bread, ribbon and love

and the night before?

this:

and in the meantimes, i sing this and sing it a little more:

"This my excavation and today is kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me"

rocket answers

2008-07-13T16:29:45Z

i mused in dark sorbet, green glass-eyed
(slack-jawed, dreaming, he sang in October of ninety-two)
uncrafting tongue-knots
our Gordian vapour trail

your Alexander's heart made one slice
a sleepy bold stroke measured with an Eon-stick
sharp on both sides

when i was young, i stuck my lips to a popsicle
a pink piece of me pulled off
i healed

my momma put mountains in my heart this
unsimple Texas boy too big for a compass
Appalachia nests me like a dragon, day-sleeping
curl my wing over my eyes to feign night

i didn't
fall in love with your 'red hair, green eyes,
your wide hips, your librarian jaw-line,
nor your best attempts at dancing
and finally living.'
not nearly only.

you lost your egg-tooth and
that blood stayed on my fingertip longer than it should so that
i wonder'd if i had been bewitched
more than once

Dyad

2008-07-11T09:11:51Z

Saturn and Mars are so bright tonight, moreso in this Texas sunset than in this Texas 330AM,
but Jupiter outshines them both

still

wink, wink at me you dead fucking gods, my crown stays hidden

"i am an undiscovered saint/i hide behind my warpaint"

i went to see Hellboy with a girl that loves him loves him

i opened this evening to that girl with a half-a pint of my homemade Chocolate Buttermint ice cream, the machine seeming to work again after sleeping some moons away in ginger'd dreams,
and was rewarded with a ticket to the flick.
good trade, Mister Wile.
and no, i dun love her, but i love the feeling of being with her?

but my phone weighed a thousand pounds today.

missed calls last night from Peaseblossom far north are ironic in that my Sweet Rocket Scientist is in Penn's Woods, the original Faerie of America, our own Eire

and i missed her calls as well. well, her phone call, anyway.

i hear her song rolled in echoes and cloudhum with each breeze that hits me when my mind is gloriously blank for some moments...
Peaseblossom speaks of resonance, while my Rocket Scientist moves in hertz, rarefied in compression and rarefaction, crowning these Just Scales
a basic harmonic
and
i am past pentatonic at this point

my ear is always at the sky, like an indian at the prarie floor, soundscrabbling for the thunder of lifes undertapping the ground as it ebbs and flows across it
and sometimes i'm rewarded innit
tho sometimes i cannae stand to hear what it brings, as well

even as i try to hold the soft scallops of understanding and some wonder in this new voice of an unfae ( but not unseelie) 1000 miles to the north

and i find myself in barnacled in caution, that my ego doesnae drive my heart
again

i am a bigskysailor, but i miss my mountains. i hear Appalachia as loud as Texas sometimes, and were it not for Starhead, i'd fain follow
if for nothing more than to hear love's words on love's breath, not just piggyback'd on some light

and if there's a better reason to travel than love, then there is no travel to be had

even as i hobble around on these stupid protesting stumps of amputated wishes, i still move
and without a beggar's-cup
and without ladderfear
tho not without the memory of gravel in my palms
(Angels, in my Angels)

it's all road, innit?

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yes, you

2008-07-10T09:51:22Z

this is a thousand goatskin drums thrumming a good night to you across the acrosses
this unsong travels up rivers, dives from cliffs, and skipsoars over treetop canopies
it surfs zephyrs and rolls across sleeping grasses
it curls on and flings itself around tall flowerparts
it is a wave of silk and summer cinnamon
it slides from ice to other ice to water
it traces across you
there
and there
and there again
it is memory, and tomorrow
it is now and just a second ago
and the moment you come back to it

the feathers of absence
this unever
the whimwarden denied
the sidemanifested starshine
embertouch of
not

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my axiomatic vs my noneuclidean, framed to catch the wind

2008-07-10T09:25:50Z

Some nights i feel the night, in my lungs, in my hands, in my eyes like orphaned tears

some nights i taste absent salt and roses, sometimes my tongue bites itself and my hands wait
like kids at a winter bus stop

some nights i hold Jemmy and marvel at how far i've moved with her as my crutch, up and down stairs, on the escalator of emotion and the wonder of fear - and the fear in wonder,
tho that taste can be hotsmoothsweet, like buttermint...

some nights i go silly,
wonder if i stretch up high enough, if i can hold that Texas sky like a dark blue blanket, and keep the sun in his nap

and i stretch
and stretch
and stretch, hearing my bones creak like masts in the daybreeze of the highest noon, when the air so hot it wants to be cool again, it remembers, but it only knows how to be hot, beating the ocean like a rug on a line

and in that breeze
my heart moves like sails
beating against itself
flailing about to catch the wind
that'll move me

before those sails tear

again

"There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone"

notwolf @ 2008-07-10T03:51:00

2008-07-10T08:58:40Z

this show, we is on it

2008-07-10T00:34:48Z

band or heart, it's all i gots t'post on

2008-07-09T03:22:33Z

and this weekend we're playin' the Pinebox Serenade CD release, as well.

"What if Leonard Cohen fronted a bluegrass ensemble? Denton's Pinebox Serenade can give you a pretty good answer, somewhere in the middle of their seven-piece medley featuring, among other things, mandolin, fiddle and cello. Serenade has become a ubiquitous favorite in area dives over the past year or two, their fare ranging from dark, smoky minor-chord numbers to old-timey, piston-driven whiplash romps, to Slobberbone-ish whiskey narratives about the other side of the tracks. Not surprisingly, Slobberbone's Brent Best recorded last year's debut and is working with them on this one as well."

and in August, we're playing with Parachutes, on tour from ICELAND. This cat over at Spune is being real good to us, yeah...

hurm.

other parts are quiet.
amnesty, then war.

WE SHALL BE FREE

2008-07-07T06:58:44Z

by jeebus.

2AM, completely silly, but completely fun.

and yes, beginning at mark3:30, i am spanking Brent Best with a tambourine.

and later George Neal beats the cowbell like it owes him monies.

worth sitting thru? i dunno, but worth documenting.

hi, welcome to MARGEREETAWOLF