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

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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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









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












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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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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...















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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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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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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"

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"

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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my friends sometimes do book reviews?

"The Holy Bible Containing the Old and New Testaments in the King James Version Translated Out of the Original Tongues (Self-Pronouncing Red Letter Edition Gift and Award Bible Black Leatherflex #162M) by Various"


recommended for: mystics, folks that can barely read, folks that can't read voltaire
recommended by: paranoid schizophrenics and their talking squirrel friends

** spoiler alert ** **contains spoilers**

EXCERPTS:

Song of Solomon 8:8
"We have a young sister, and her boobs are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? Should we feed her lamb's lard?"

Ezekiel 16:7
"You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your boobs were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare in need of no lamb's lard."

Ezekiel 23:3
"In that land their boobs were fondled and their virgin boobs caressed as they fed on lamb's lard."


reflection:

my bible has a blue denim cover embroidered with a presentation of brown and yellow celery and a zipper that runs around it holding back a great, zepplin-sized penis. if i unzip my bible, it tells me to ask it to smack me with the penis.

i do ask. i get cock-smacked accordingly. i deserved this--i asked for it after all. zionists might know this better as the purifying action called a "good shlonging" or a "shlong-down". once this is done, i ask my bible to tell the penis to tell me i am loved, tell me that i'm not alone, etc. renew myself.

meanwhile, and all during this, there's a vagina burning in an on-fire nest of cinnamon twigs:

it dies. a new vagina is born. the new vagina makes the ashes "from whence it came" into a clustery ball. the new vagina labors many more days and nights encasing the orb in a crunchy, egg-shaped shell made of myrrh it will then deposit in the fortress city of heliopenis.

this happens every lifetime.

it happens for you and me, everyone.

it's all true. i read that much.

( by Chris Flemmons)




god's blood, why arenae yeh HERE?


here, meet the friends & neighbors while i'm at it:
(more under the tag 'denton rock city')

The Fabulous Badasses right, first the name, there's a hint and a half for yer ass. K? lessee, i think if the Jesus Lizard fucked Urge Overkill and made the kids grow up at a zoo on a space station, this is the kinds of band they'd make to get free candy and booze from the other poor bastards up there with them. This is what it sounds like if "metal" were 'good'. Churning and melodic and heavy and tasty tasty tasty.
History At Our Disposal - Beck loves Led Zeppelin, and they hang out at the pool at the woman's college playing Aphex Twin and radiohead on a boombox, and the girls dun mind. Not a bit.
The Paper Chase - this is the most high-energy depressing band i've ever seen in my life. The first time i saw 'em, they did a cover of a Roger Waters song fom The Pros & Cons of Hitchhiking ( mebbe my fave album ever, btw...), and i was hooked like when Kim Sweeney dared me to lick her bare nipple in the 9th grade. If you could just get yer head or yer heart drunk seperately, not at the same time, this'd be the stuff to listen to while you were walking home, revelling in yer abandon.


casual weekend, Praise Jah. But i fucking love this town.






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he slept in the back of the
Love Parlor
the girls let him.

compassion is found in
strange places.

-Charles Bukowski


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didja see that moon t'night? the most amazing and the most sad thing i know - all at once.

a nice background to some amazing music from Chris Flemmons, and the Diamond Age, and then zipping over to Dan's t'catch the last half of Birds & Batteries and Telegraph Canyon tonight...



but now i'm home. or, back at my flat, anyway.

meh.







accordin' t'my iTunes, my top-played in June ( so far, in order of frequency):


raw from self-destruction - the Baptist Generals
Beautiful (Christina Aguilera) - Clem Snide
Live With Me ( Massive Attack cover) - the Twilight Singers
Colors - Amos Lee
Lisa Gerrard - Now We Are Free
I See a Darkness - Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
Seen It All Before - Amos Lee
Going Back Song -The Baptist Generals
Some Devil - Dave Matthews
Talk Show Host - radiohead
Black Dog ( acoustic remix) - Jimmy Page w/ Robert Plant
Theme From All-American Cities - Burnt Sienna
My Best Girl - Lucero
Young Americans ( Bowie cover) - Danny Michel
Calling Thermatico - Centro-matic
The Orchids - Califone
Yer Fool's Suite (Part II) - Rtb2
When The Angels Will Put Out Their Lights - South San Gabriel
Arabesque - Lily Chou-Chou
Missing - Moon
sleepyhouse - blind melon
Don't Make Me A Target - Britt Daniel
Fireflies - the Drams
Desire - Ryan Adams
I Won't Be Found - The Tallest Man On Earth
Starman ( Bowie cover) - Dar Williams
Still Cold - Mazzy Star
Before I Sleep - Mazzy Star
When You're Tired - The Drams
Without Love - Elvis Perkins
Hinterlands - Jetscreamer
Start Choppin' - J Mascis w/ Broken Social Scene
Applied Quantum Physics - Shiny Around The Edges
Werewolf - cocorosie
God-Like - Gogol Bordello
Let's Go - New Science Projects
I Try (Macy Gray cover) - Built To Spill
I Never Cared For You - Willie Nelson
Your Ghost - Kristen Hersh




i'm really craving a bowl of cereal. odd.

here. have a song.
we're gonna be covering it at the show in July.

but fer now? i'm gonna wash my dishes and watch some more House... and i have t'vacuum again. Frack.




"When You're Tired' - the Drams"

"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"




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Meet some more of my friends & neighbors, wontcha?

( more under the tag "denton rock city". if you like it, tell them...)

Audrey Lapriak - she's just recently started doing it with a band behind her, and what a band it is! RTB2, plus Ryan Williams? Frack. Audrey is a lot like if Ani DiFranco werenae such a damn whiny yankee. Her songs are sharp little bits of your life, minus everything hard and plastic - even the good hard or plastic things. And her voice? If a butterfly could sing long enough to ask for it's 5th beer, this is the voice it'd use. Check out the song "projector", it's amazing.

Chris Welch, as one of the singer/songwriters of the band Pinebox Serenade, and the Big ol' Bastards and The Lads. yeh'd think he has his big ol arms full, but he still manages to hold down a full-time real job, treat his incredible woman right, and breakout some solo stuff here and there. Chris would sit nicely between Johnny Cash & Tom Waits on yer CD shelf. Yeah, pretty much like that.

Dokodemo Doa - and in completely the opposite direction, this is some Denton etherrock/darkwave, tho yeh'd never know they were from here. A healthy dose of some Dresden Dolls sound with some 30-octive vocals. If Kate Bush were stationed on Galactica, this is what she'd listen to to stay sane. (vocalist Sarah is also in starhead...)

Pinebox Serenade, well, imagine if alla yer rock buddies, alla yer punks and crusties, yer grungers and a no-waver or two all got together and made a country band. Like Social D without the sneering, like Lucero without the tight-pants trouble.

centro-matic - wait, do you really not know who these guys are? Please throw away your radio. This is the REM of Denton. ...and nice guys, too; Will & Scotty got us in touch with Jason Molina ( who wrote 'Lioness"). Tho Scotty Danbom cannae make a margerita worth a shit, i still heart him.






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notwolf FAQ, cos i've had some comments that i need t'address, somehow...


- yes, sarah & i 'broke up'. couple of moons ago. dunno how anyone missed that.
we still talk, yeah.

- i do not have a cell phone, so i canne recieve text messages. i can send 'em tho, by abusing yer LJ. and thanks for that. i strafe with love & abandon. However, i will have a cell phone on Monday. Hurm.

- i do not discuss my health here. not anymore. not like that.

- i dun check my MurdockMyspace with any regularity, so if yeh've left me a message over there, it's prob gonna get dusty fore i catch it. The starhead one, however, i hit daily. Yeah, it's like that.

- no, i'm not gay. i am, however and apparently 'in touch with my feminine side', or something.

- there is no more anonymous posting here. i'm not gonna go to 'friends only', tho.

- yeah, i've a meme to finish. i wasnae prepared for it, i guess. Plus i've got a huge fucking show on Sat that's eating my time, esp since we'll be playing with the full band, plus Alex Maples (jetscreamer, SuperLoveAttack, Spitfire Tumbleweeds) is sitting in with us...

and late at night i get kinda useless on here, so...


meh.


meet some more of my friends & neighbors,then:

SuperLoveAttack - this is one of those 'phantom' bands that frequent this town. With so many musicians in so many things, it's inevitable that things move in tides. Superloveattack is one of those bands: undeniable, but often intangible. This music is sharp candy indie rock rooted in the 90's indie orgy. Yum.
Spitfire Tumbleweeds - k, so, yeh know waht a jackalope is? Imagine if one were Sith.
Hogpig - More big rock, but not dumb. A little classic, a little red, a lot loudcrunchyhard. Yeh hear about bands that yeh have t'see live t'get 'it'. Yeah, this was one. They say they've called it quits, but it's too much fun to drop.
Hand of Onan - Songs like "Tatergun", and "Who Stole Baby Jesus"? This is Motorhead from a trailer park that no tornado would dare cross.
The Angelus - Nick Cave is Faith & Morrisey is The Muse; only bigger, longer, louder.

as always, more under my 'denton rock city' tag.

thanks.


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so...

distract me some more, before my ( pen) gets ahead of itself. i may be manic. Hurm. i do much better til night falls, it seems...


my emails ghostdance, and i've clouds in my mouth
one brought me a smile like dandelions
one broke her dress
one asked for a beer, and i'll never say no
one untuned 4 strings
one rides the excuse of time ( over the excuse of weight)
one is not one
and the other is only for another ever ( tho not ever for another)

i like love, i dunno why it hates me so much.











but, i digress!

Hey, these are my friends:
( well met)

Delphi is the bastard daughter of Tori Amos and Lee Harvey Oswald, stealing homework from Buffy Summers, and spending off weekends with her 'uncle' Art Bell. Plus she's hot, if yeh like girls that can totally kick yer ass. Hail Eris, and swallow.
Jetscreamer - well, fuck. What can i say about the band i took my band's name from? Sonic Youth from Texas? Hard as buckets? The sexiest CD you never thot you'd like? Yes, yes, and yes. Electric Estatic Experimental Egression/Erosion Earfist: drink it, smoke it, stick it in.
The Undoing of David Wright - Neo/New Wave Glittertrash Rock with the grand tradition of Gang of Four, mebbe some Stooges, or if Joy Division had heard of Red Bull. Think Velvet Oilmine...
Current Leaves - Kinda recently called it quits, but, typical of Denton, they're all still doin stuff. This is like Graham Parsons hanging out with Big Star, which isnae a bad thing at all.
wild in the streets - k, so, not a 'band', but she's everywhere the good bands are. See, Ms Lisa isnae afraid t'go deep in any crate for motown, or Bowie, or glamtastic pre-disco, or old Stax, whatever feels good... And she delves songs so familiar, but somehow forgotten, that they appeal to the lizard ( read: don't think: DANCE!) parts of yer brain, without all the fucking foam bombs and mall-ternative trashamite bitches slingin attitude and sharpening their fakey bits. All i wanna do is zooma zoom zoom anna drink drink. Shake yer Shiner's!


more? tagged 'denton rock city'. and, as always, if yeh like it, tell THEM.



i feel like writin a bit, for once. Practice t'morrow, and Wednesday. BIG show on Sat. Yikes.



"i'm an idol and i'm my own breaker
and i'm raw from from self-destruction"
- "Raw From Self-Destruction" - the Baptist Generals


Hurm.