Monthly Archives: July 2004

Friends, I will be the first to own up to sociopolitical paranoia, which begins with casual yet constant freak-accident preparedness, and ends in an elaborate Masonic-nuclear vortex. * But this, this is almost unbelievable. Absurd. Really. Hi Dictatorship, packin’ mama

Here’s the lengthy rundown on the “Portland: home to mad 25-34-year-olds” economist/city planning panel in which I participated. One guess as to who made the comment, “You don’t have to buy into THE MAN.” What’s up, Pia Zadora. Scroll down … Continue reading →

Well. Hello, Willamette Week, blowing up my spot. Would I be breaking down the fourth wall if I asked you folks to come over and help me pack? PS I love the Paragon. My doppelganger, Nicky G (ex- of Nicky … Continue reading →

Unpacking all my warez for either sale or shipment is indeed the culling of long-lost treasure. The wound-up funk and clench of Creme Org./Bunker tour burn 2003, for one, still gives me a nasty case of TMJ–may god lift up … Continue reading →

Dear Omaha (Emoha), Future generations shall be stunted by the dysfunctionality of love-relations scenarios in your music. We know it’s true. When I posed this to my recently heartbroken friend, he admitted, “I conducted my relationships in high school based … Continue reading →

If emo dudes can drop a whole catalogue every time they get dumped (or divorced), I think we can give a little leeway to the moms of the world for letting up on the feedback after they’ve birthed actual humans … Continue reading →

tonight, jay’s warehouse party, sifted through concept photos for his new black metal band (which include centaur costume, face paint, dagger and magick foot-long key) while colin meloy played solo acoustic joanna newsom covers (“oh, my loooove”), flanked by 1. … Continue reading →