Disappear

Still chasing the mythology of Nothing
Why do you long to leave everything behind?
To sink beneath, or retreat between the seams

Nothing grows inside
A will expired, the pulse retired
Spending all your time...
Spending your whole life...

Longing for nothing more
A wish to leave silently
To disappear into a dream
Erased—to cease completely

When emptiness takes hold
You fall so low
When the warmth of life goes cold
Fall so low

Love This Flyer

Killing Time, Sheer Terror. Circa 1990. Taken from youthcrimes.blogspot.com/

Skin Like Iron "Arrival" Record Release Gig

New songs posted
skinlikeiron.bandcamp.com
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"The idea that God is an oversized white male with a flowing beard, who sits in the sky and tallies the fall of every sparrow is ludicrous. But if by 'God,' one means the set of physical laws that govern the universe, then clearly there is such a God. This God is emotionally unsatisfying... it does not make much sense to pray to the law of gravity."

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Poster Drafts

One of my courses this semester is based around the concept of curating a fictional music festival, featuring music of a specific (assigned) genre. Our responsibility is to provide the visual support for this festival. This will encompass a variety of printed material, as well as motion/film work, and a website.

After a couple weeks of research, and class presentations which were designed to familiarize our classmates with our musical genres, we're now in the first phases of our visual design. In the course of a week, we've produced 27 concept images. An initial round of 15, two refinements from that batch, and an additional 10. Next step is to pick the two most successful concepts, and create 10 variations on each.

Here are the designs that I'm most satisfied with as of yesterday. My genre is shoegaze, and my visual approach attempts to capture the dreaminess, mysteriousness and multi-layered nature of the genre. The phrases on the posters are a bit dadaist; pulled from stream of consciousness and chance pairings of words that I created from a pool of 100 words that I felt were apropos to the genre. A little silly at times, but it provides a bit of a foundation to build on.

A grey landscape, all hues subdued
Eternal search, endless pursuit
And still the remedy eludes
So you will walk forever on through the gloom

Arrival, the new Skin Like Iron record in the works. Another day or two in the studio and it'll be ready to go to press.

Barry McGee Super 8 footage

Via What You Write blog and The Creative Lives

Frisco

Happy New Year

2011 is off to a great start. I'm finally enjoying the opportunity to unwind after two solid months of 80+ hour work/school weeks. In the spirit of the New Year, here are some calendars I'm admiring:

Dimitre Lima

Foundry Collective

Alex Westgate

Next Friday

Secret People

My friend, Max Montez, does an awful lot of work within the Bay Area hardcore/punk music scene. He's only 21, yet, he's already spent the past nearly 5 years booking shows, publishing zines and releasing records. In a few weeks, he'll be shipping copies of his latest release, a self-titled 7" by San Francisco hardcore group Secret People.

Relevant Links
downsidedrecords.com
SecretPeopleHC.blogspot.com

Reason Refrains

Eyes go blind to the sights of life

It all begins to fade away

So you return to the sites of your life

With no memory of anything

Reason refrains

No reason remains

A gray landscape, all hues subdued

Eternal search, endless pursuit

Still, a remedy eludes

You will walk forever on through the gloom

Reason refrains

No reason remains

Cleo from 5 to 7

Pat Robertson Is an Asshole

So apparently the writers at Time Magazine have been really busy compiling Top 10 lists. I don't know if this is a new thing or a running feature, but, I was just on their website and they seem to have created a list for just about every topic you can think of. Regardless of whether or not it's even in dispute, this list offers pretty good evidence in support of the scientific fact that Pat Robertson is an enormous asshole.

Black Flames

Integrity recently posted a new song on their website. The track is called Black Flames, and it will be on their new record to be released on Magic Bullet records. Dom Romeo—famous the world 'round for his involvement in A389 Records/Slumlords/Pulling Teeth—has deemed this record Integrity's best material since Seasons In The Size of Days. This is high praise, and I'm inclined to agree.

Survival Is Not A Right

Nothing but one thing in life
Nature knows nothing of kind
Her cruelty wears no disguise
Do what you must just to survive

Mercy unknown
Foreign to most
Fleeting if granted at all
Breath in the lungs
Veins filled with blood

It's all that is granted for some
Comfort is nothing less than a privilege
No one is entitled to thrive

Survival is not a right
Dis-ease
Each day you open your eyes
It should only serve to remind you that survival is not a right

I don't even like KISS, but have you ever thought about how much Peter Criss' makeup sucks in comparison to the makeup worn by the rest of the band?

Gene Simmons obviously has the coolest makeup; I think he's supposed to be a demon. Ace Frehley is supposed to be a spaceman or something.  Paul Stanley has a star over his eye—which, come to think of it, is pretty lame too—but really, Peter Criss, is made up to look like a less than enthusiastic house-cat. 

Frankly, I'm just baffled at how Mr. Criss settled upon his look. If I'm sitting in a room, brainstorming ideas for cool costumes, and my friends are throwing out ideas like wearing leather batwings, fire breathing, spitting blood and wearing spiked plates of armor, I'm sure as fuck not going to follow up with, "hey guys, how about I dress up like an especially tame looking cat?"

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