Tuesday, November 25, 2008

lou reed is dead

i have prepared the eternal typewriter.
but in my fears, we will not look back as our houses burn to the ground
and we have rescued our children and our internet and our mortgage
but not our pens. and not our keys. and not our american flags.

rueful, i will step inside amongst fiery ruins of my 1988 citzenship which i have yet to revise.
rueful, i will sell all my records.
rueful, i will telephone lester bangs.

lou reed is dead.
mick jagger is not.
david bowie is married.
and conor oberst is not my saviour.
But The Flaming Lips have taken Acid, I think we will be OK.
(if this is good enough for god, then i am ok)
and i am cool.

Monday, November 24, 2008

surrealism FTW

album cover, probably.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Hollywood and the Big Lights and the Brother Hipsters

So last night's show in LA featured a lot of witty banter, thanks. Maybe it's all the Walden I've been reading, but regardless. Although I think we realized last night that Brother certainly needs a bigger stage from here/on/out. As Paul Davies has taught us all, energy needs to move. Uncertainly. and Brother is energy. Deduction!

P.S. FACT (courtesy of the Al Gore's Internet) Hollywood has its own Chamber of Commerce, but is still a part of Los Angeles, CA. It is a district of LA.


Monday, November 3, 2008


"Do or do not. There is no try."