23rdday ofOctoberin the year2008
Hmmm….I totally forgot about this song, “Fuck It,” by a one-hit-wonder by the name of Eamon. It seems pretty appropriate to call folks’ attentions back to this song right now. Mind you, things with me didn’t go down quite as described in the song, but the sentiment is certainly 100% spot-on.
22ndday ofOctoberin the year2008
The CyberDen Internet Radio Show!
DJ Bat, the electrowizard behind one of my all-time favorite industrial/ambient acts, Xorcist, now has an exceptional podcast going. The first volume, “Blueprint of Life (1965-1985),” is a wonderful retrospective documenting how electronic music (and music in general) influenced Herr Fledermaus during his formative years. It’s a wonderfully intimate, and extremely musically diverse memoir of one fella’s musical influences that greatly parallels my own, though, as I was born a little later, our timeframes don’t quite coincide—though we were still both huge New Wave fanatics.
The second podcast is a superb selection of Halloween-oriented music! And believe me, DJ Bat knows his horror-movie music….Didn’t hear any Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos in there, but hey…I still haven’t even gotten close to finishing that damn album yet. :) Check it out, though, fellow electro-heads! Early electronic music and spooky jams are good for the soul.
Plus, Bat gets Mad Props for mentioning Emerson Lake & Palmer’s Brain Salad Surgery.
21stday ofOctoberin the year2008
“Ode to Morphine” is another new track that I’ve written in honor of a dear old friend. Were it not for opiates, I’d be dead now. Not that I’m a smack addict—I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life (not even Oreo cookies)—but opiates are, quite literally, the only painkillers I can take that do not make me horrendously ill. All NSAIDs give me terrible rashes, swelling, vomiting…it’s miserable. But with this goddamned fibromyalgia worming through my every muscle and joint, with an army of kidney stones just waiting to march forth and shred my ureters, with the skullcrushing migraines and the horrendous pain/nausea of the mysterious “ileus” that keeps coming back every few months to make my small intestine stop working…well, if it were not for Morphine and all his many poppy-powered derivatives, I would’ve put a bullet in my head long ago.
This track was written when I came out of the hospital after my latest bout with my digestive system shutting down. I spent a lot of time in there writhing with jagged, bit-crushing pain until the Morphine came along to transport me to fields of lush ambient relief.
19thday ofOctoberin the year2008
A New Song: “Fuck You, Melissa”
The easiest way to blow off steam when people really piss you off is to channel that pressure into something creative—like this vicious little jam that is guaranteed to make your speakers cry.
Yesterday, the girl I’d been dating for the last year very suddenly decided she “just wanted to be friends.” I don’t play that game, so I told her to go fuck herself. This song is the audio equivalent of the psychic turbulence I’ve been experiencing for the past twentyfour hours….I never really loved the girl—that part of my soul was burnt out last year by someone else whose name I refuse to mention. But I’d certainly grown fond of her, and cared for her a good bit. Still, I’m honestly surprised how bad I feel now.
17thday ofOctoberin the year2008
The Truth About the Apple Tax
Gizmodo provides an honest breakdown of the old saw, “Apples cost twice as much as PCs.” Guess what? In most cases, they do. If you buy an Apple, you’re getting screwed. Period. If you want to know exactly how much you’re getting screwed, check out the link.
11thday ofOctoberin the year2008
Quarantine is the most horrifying movie I've ever seen.
No, seriously. This is a truly terrifying movie. The kind of film whose sense of panic and utter hopelessness and pants-shitting terror is so palpable it left my hands shaking. Now let me tell you…I live on a steady diet of horror movies. At best, the greatest in the genre creep me out, or sometimes just make me shudder with their august brutality. But Quarantine is absolutely diseased (pun intended) with a completely-believable, cinema-verite sense of tension that will leave you foaming at the mouth.
8thday ofOctoberin the year2008
Neal Stephenson's Anathem
Just buy the damn book. It’s like an education in quantum physics, the scientific method, and epistemology all wrapped up in an exciting alternate-history/alternate-earth adventure story!
1stday ofOctoberin the year2008
Revisionista
Hey, guess what? I’m rebuilding PEGRITZ(.com)! Don’t get too excited. It’ll probably take me seven years to finish it….
Flight of the Conchords bustin’ it out old-skool funkee-stylee with “Business Time.” Beyond any shadow of a doubt, my favorite Conchords song.
24thday ofSeptemberin the year2008
Goth: You Just Can't Kill It
Ahhh, the Goth Scene. The first social scene I ever felt truly comfortable in. At heart, I’m still an oldskool Goth—and probably always will be—but I find the recently influx of emo- and punk-related imagery and sounds into the Goth aesthetic (both visual and musical) to be completely offputting. I’m perfectly happy being an indie-rocker/revivified New Waver these days, anyway.
14thday ofSeptemberin the year2008
Inching back towards Kadath….
First of all, I want to thank all the folks who have wished me well after the last post. Y’all are awesome! And to the rest of you who didn’t, well…I’m watching you and I know where you live. No,…
Here’s a new track I just finished for my thx 1138: incidental sound archiectures EP, entitled “Shell Dweller.” It’s got a definite early-80’s John-Carpenter-soundtrack kind of vibe filtered through the cracked lens of contemporary “Intelligent Dance Music” (a.k.a. glitchity-witchity spasmolytic techno). I’ll have it posted to my Last.fm page and my MySpace page later this weekend!
11thday ofSeptemberin the year2008
Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes at a beat
And the bass goes “bomb”
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said
You know the part about life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ain’t how it seems right here, right now
How can this be real?
I can barely feel
Anymore
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
There’s nowhere left to hide
‘Cause God is on our side
I keep telling myself
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
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