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 MurdockMyspace 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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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 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"





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if i were a rich man, da da deedledaydledeedaydle dum...


yes, that's a lampshade.




Escadrille detrius at Transient Camp Studios



one oh a bunch of pics from last night... i dunno where they all are/who took em or i'd linky


apparently, there's a video of the end-of-the-night where we ( Brent Best, Isaac Hoskins, George Neal, Alex Maples, Grady Dean, Ryan Thomas Becker) took to the stage and all did a song.
Someone may well have been drunk at that point from 5 double Margereeters and 4 shots of Jameson's.













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so.

at the show tonight, one of my songs was covered.

by Brent Best.

wow. i mean, yeah, i covered one of his songs, but he's this guy, right?> gets royalty checks, tours Europe for kicks, lives in his recording studio.

i'm just a guy.

whoa.

girls are amazing, duh.
the most amazing of amazing examples of amazing things, and i'm unabashed about it.
sometimes i even give my heart away, sometimes on purpose, not always informed.

winter brought me passion, spring: caution.

summer won't tell me; she chants 'Tyger tyger, burning bright...' and i hear it in my undertone while i'm singing in the shower. i feel the rumble in the speakers in the back of Serenity.
i feel the urgent pulse of it in the uncode vibrations in the afterstrum of my guitar.

sometimes i let my heart sing for me, and i sit back and try t'make sure the doors dun fly open as we gain speed.
momentum, too.

so
sometimes i write songs about girls i'm not in love with: i find my inspiration in hedges, consequences dictate my course of action.

i live in the sky, dammit.




Brent covered 'Delirium', and the girl i wrote it of was there, too.


that's some kinda magic, yeah. i needed a little of that.





















"But a woman loved, who yields, is still far from being a woman who loves."
- Rilke

on saturday, we're playin a show where all the bands on the bill are covering OTHER Denton band's songs.

starhead is doing this one ( but a little ...'darker'?):

http://www.last.fm/music/The+Drams/_/When+You%27re+Tired

"and when did you become this way?
and how it starts is a cliche
why do you stay
holed up yeah fading
i pray that you don't fade away

and music never has a chance
with your queasy medicated dance
defiant in stance
cooped up, yeah and you're insolent
a self-inflicted circumstance

when you're tired the world sleeps with you
when you're drunk it spins just the same
when you're high it rises to meet you
when you're sad, it never feels the pain

a simple salve you once believed
a reactive commonality
but it gets hard to breathe
and those days have crumbled
now pre-emption is the policy

when you're tired the world sleeps with you
when you're drunk it spins just the same
when you're high it rises to meet you
but when you're sad, it never feels the pain

there's nothing left now to retrieve
and what is this that you've achieved
and who could believe
such creeping cruel darkeness
floundering in false reprieve

when you're tired the world sleeps with you
when you're drunk it spins just the same
when you're high it rises to meet you
when you're sad, it never feels the pain

when you're tired the world sleeps with you
when you're drunk it spins just the same
when you're high it rises to meet you
when you're sad, it never feels a thing"






that Brent Best feller is gonna make me a better songwriter by accident.
by this time tomorrow, Escadrille will be finished, recorded.


welcome back to the world, Del...





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http://idolator.com/389524/new-york-times-surprised-to-find-bands-in-large-college-town


Courtesy of Chris Flemmons, btw.
i usually hit his blog cos he's one of those ffolk that i pay attention to in this town. Baptist Generals, yanno. frackin amazing if yeh dunno.

Between him and Scott & Will from Centro-matic, this week has been pretty bearable. Well, it started out on sunday with Bret & Isaac, a whole lot of Shiner Black and a little salve from a girl, but...

i'm fucking thrilled outta my head to be recording with Brent on sunday. Did i mention that? The support that starhead has gotten from real musicians continues to blow me away. We've only been a band for just over 3 fucking months.
My head reels sometimes.
Well, a lot of the time, but usually anymore from the glare of bleached bones. But every once in a while i can hold a cold glass of something dark and drink in the energy of this place instead as a chaser.

Denton. We sit and drink and tell stories and joke that line from the Drams song "i could call your heroes on my cellphone right now", and the man who wrote it laughs the hardest about it.

These guys in this band are so good to work with: Cody, Brent, James, Sarah ...and now Tamara, of the Polyphonic Spree, is on board. i feel like i should start another journal, just to chronicle this thing. t'keep it seperate from my highway'n.

"Write me a song" she said.








this band may save my life.
and if it doesnae, then it won't matter, ne?









Dear god,
please dun make me eat those words.
(again)
love,
notwolf



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