the desert & the weekend

Well, plans may have changed.

From everything I understand of myself now, Brother will be recording the next record/EP in the Mojave Desert. A weekend trip with the good friends; tents and the night sky.

guitars & trumpets/tambourines & shakers/thrills & nudity/the desert & the weekend.

new year

it's been twelve long months with girls and beer and war
we all fell in love with tattoos and San Francisco.
we kept waking up with more weight upon our shoulders
(we found out soon enough that's what it's like to get older)

it's been one great night! my brother kissed a girl.
we took photographs like it was the end of the world.
every one of us saw our faces in a stranger, cause every one of us was realistic of the future.

it's been too damn cold for a night in the golden city
but i stayed bundled up cause i knew i had it in me.
(and i gave up my coat cause i had thrills to keep me warm)
(and i gave up my ghost cause i knew i had been reborn)
----------------------------------
and there were fireworks yes there were fireworks
(so loud)
and they were red and white cause it was midnight
(so loud)
and they were all around my friends were all around
(so loud)
it was another year i felt a little weird.



i'm not ready for a new year.
but i am running towards the new year.

west coast

i fall asleep on my back, half-consciously intact
but i'll sing all things must pass when i'm able
when i'm able

and i stumble in my fright and it's cancer on my mind
but if i'm peaceful when i die, get my good side
get my good side

R.C.E and I go out.
"Is this The Planets?" he shouts.
we are pure and we are loud on the west coast
on the west coast

we are howling through our sides
a brief history of time.
and bombastic weekend nights with my best friends

when i'm with my best friends.

all our friends in different clothes

still hang out on the weekends. these night are very long
(and nothing ever was this easy)
we are trying to stay young.
like that time we went to uptown, cause you knew i'd drive you home.
and then we hung out all last summer
with all our friends in different clothes.

still riding our bikes like it was 2002
and i dont know who i am
and i told you i liked blonde hair
but not for all the love in the world.

now we're people watching people
with bigger hands and no reward
but still fucking around like it was 2002
and i dont know who i am

but we've got sweat on our foreheads
talk in the bedroom
long-lasting goodbyes in the cold
and we've got our hands in our pockets
eyes on the rebound
doubts with religion and ourselves.

i have seen the future and it is good

Brother is entering capital territory.
Show at the Roxy on February 21st.
New Brother EP to be released in March.
All is well.

We're working with some experimental music for the next record. Sometimes these things happen to you.

the tavern

this is going to be ridiculous.

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.

surrealism FTW

album cover, probably.

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.

Shawn

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

-Yoda