Preparing to record this weekend. Listening to Born Dead Icons will help set the appropriate mood.

Image Works

Here are a few images that I'm creating for a story book. The basic parameters of the assignment called for me to shoot photos in a particular neighborhood of San Francisco (Chinatown/North Beach) and use those photos to create imagery to incorporate into the story of Hansel & Gretel.

The images themselves are meant to "suggest" rather than "depict". The character of the neighborhood is supposed to subtly flavor the graphics, rather than dictate any sort of concrete imagery.

Animals

Like animals trapped in a cage

Numb to abuse, not even afraid anymore

Servile submission to the violent procession of unquestioned regression

Progress so proudly undone

These are the only days we'll ever know

Bruce Roehrs

I just heard the news that Bruce Roehrs has died. I never knew him well, in fact, I can't claim to have known him for anything more than a few brief moments over the course of a couple fleeting encounters.

He seemed like a really cool dude. His columns for Maximum Rocknroll were always penned in his trademark, maniacal style. They were more or less the ravings of an enthusiastic man that obviously had a love for punk music and his community. It's so fucking sad to see him go. Here's a clipping of a review that he wrote about one of my band's (Skin Like Iron) records.

Nothing Remains II

Nothing remains, nothing stands
In the shadows of a metropolis collapsed

Nothing remains of the days, when life once thrived
The sunshine—so bright—bright enough to blind your eyes
No memories remain to remind you of the time you were alive

Nothing remains, nothing is safe
Even yesterday may change