Saturday, April 21, 2012

Reflective powers



It's funny but not standup how I've got more noodle-rattling oodles than ever, but the ubiquitous perplexity of punctilious coherence [ed. note: egads] notwithstanding, filtering the scattershot through sieves & into useable voltage, that's a gloveless climb of K2, thus a tune & a lament, like this. Upon further reflection, yes, I am an assembly line of many hats.

Apparently, there's some Serious going on in November or tomorrow or yesterday, but seriously, whatever, shit gets in the way of versification [ed. note: holy shit, I finished two in a weekish, that's like ambition Jake says ewww] & fine-tuning my slack towards chord practice. Storm of the Yeti will play live at least four times (yes, the basement walls count as separate dates) because what's left but penning a never-to-be-seen wizards, weed, & outer space epic whilst sitting in a pool of mold-encrusted pizza boxes.

Squint real hard when shafts of sunset pierce the glass, looks like jade.

Low would be the ideal, you would think. You would be fucking stupid. Entirely unfair, you would be unaware that low feeds upon itself, & in fact, isn't itself at all. One-way has little to no forks; thereat lies the mystery & wonder of gazing at the smear that surrounds & finding the outlines of stars, or at the very least talking about nothing, which is everything, its inherent un-serious-nesse the most potent serious imaginable.

I did, Yoda, so it's back to try because that X-Wing is too fucking heavy.

13 comments:

Life As I Know It Now said...

Here's some low for you today. :)

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

mold-encrusted pizza boxes

If I had a band, this would be its new name.
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Randal Graves said...

life, this sounds like rock and/or slow.

if, start a band, then we can have an annual festival of Ohio bands that suck, it'll be huge and we'll make dozens.

Demeur said...

Oh you can't go home again. Mom turned the basement into a hair salon dying white haired ladies locks blue. The spirit may be willing but the body ain't able and the hearing just won't make the finish line. The joints creek and I'm not talking about the ones you pass around. But you my friend are lucky. You're not as far down the path as others. You still hear the high notes unless it's the ringing in your ears. Now pass me the magnifying glass so I can read the rest. Is that a special I see on Depends?

And how do you like them rotten apples my friend?

Tom Harper said...

Nice sound, good combination of heavy and melodic.

Beach Bum said...

Yoda should have popped that whiny ass Luke upside the head.

susan said...

Considering the Grand Guignol of Serious intentions and aspirations I'd say that now you've made it to the basement, continued digging might be your best bet.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Cleveland Nooze
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okjimm said...

gees... youse should post warnings on youse musci...."NOT FOR THE HUNG-OVER

Prunella Vulgaris said...

I've been listening to that song all weekend but didn't get to play it in the store. Still, it rules.

Randal Graves said...

demeur, I go home again every time my folks need their lawn cut.

tom, seems like the only way to get the CD is to order it directly from la France, so I had to bite the digital bullet, but it's completely worth it, total summer sunset Kyuss-y mellow grooves.

BB, wars not make one great!

susan, there's gold in them thar dirts.

if, I'm not sure about Clevelandia either, but LA is too fucking hot and congested with humans.

okjimm, even when I don't post death metal you wankers complain. Next time, drink more so everything sounds the same.

duchess, a swank record, no doubt.

Jim H. said...

@Life: Saw Low in concert once. Didn't reallly rock the joint, y'know? They just sort of stood there and stared at the mic.

@RG: Mars Red Sky? Reminds me nominally of this. Basement tapes soon?

Randal Graves said...

Needs more fuzz.