death

when i was little—and i sometimes still really feel little because i'm not that tall or anything like that—i saw some sort of cartoon show where under the water there was a can of dogfood and some characters of some sort went under the water to find that can of dogfood under the water and when they got there they looked at the dogfood can and the label on the dogfood can had a picture of a dog excite about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can, etc.

i wish to g-d i could remember which cartoon show that was, because now sometimes when i'm thinking about death—which is, i'm sorry to say, a thing i think about more and more and more—i think about that a lot.

in the same way i think about how in synedoche, new york, there is a theater building within which is a model new york within which is a theater building within which is a model new york within which there is a, etc.

now when i think about death—which is, i'm sorry to say, a thing i think about more and more and more—i just think about deeper and deeper levels of interiority, and interiors inside interiors, and, frankly, the claustrophobia of it all scares the hell out of me.

but then, in an attempt to calm myself down, i remember just how enormous the interior of the mind can be if the mind decides it wants to be enormous.

that helps, i guess.

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nothing to see here.

winners

Make Tirade Fair & Brux Callison and the Entangled Photons both won my The Moon Tonight Feels My Revenge song contest. Go check out the other entries. My sincere thanks to all the people who participated. I'm touched you put your time and effort into creating something for my little book.

So there's that then. I think that's it. I am pretty sure I have nothing else to say about the book. I sure this will be a relief to the rest of us.

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VOTE!

All right. Here it is. Time to vote.

First, go HERE and listen to the songs that were inspired by The Moon Tonight Feels My Revenge. (Scroll down a bit.)

Then vote. You have until noon, Pacific Standard Time, November 23, 2010.

UPDATE: Fire in My Bag is my own personal one-man black metal project. The song contest winner will receive one of the very small number of hardcover copies of The Moon Tonight I am printing up. As I will be printing one for myself anyway, the Fire in My Bag song on the page is not eligible.

shoes

Let's make shoes. Let's us all make shoes. You make shoes. Me make shoes. Us make shoes. And let's not be ashamed of the shoes we've made. Let's us be okay with our us made shoes.

Let's make shoes out of leather.

Let's make shoes out of burlap.

Let's make shoes out of hemp.

Let's make shoes out of grease.

Let's make shoes out of rubber.

Let's make shoes out of, I don't know, leaves maybe.

Let's make shoes out of cocaine.

Cocaine shoes! Let's make and walk in cocaine shoes. Let's bark and dance in cocaine shoes. Let's take off and put on cocaine shoes!

Everyday shoes=cocaine shoes

Yes.

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As I type this, copies of my book The Moon Tonight Feels My Revenge are being mailed out to people who ordered them over the last few months. Enjoy!

As I mentioned, I'm going to have a very small number of hardcover copies of the book made. They will not be for sale. One person will get one, though, if they win my Moon Tonight song contest. The deadline for entries was going to be this week, but I think maybe I'll give it another couple of weeks because I've had some late interest from folks who like to make music.

Right now there are six entries here at the book's contest bandcamp page. (Fire in My Bag is me and I am not eligible to win.) If you would like to write a song about the book, about one of the stories in the book, or simply a song inspired by the title, cover, or black metal-ish aesthetic of the book, do so and contact me about where to send the file and song "cover art," etc.

I'm at

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Check out some of the entries, too. We have an electro-dance number, a metal roots rocker about heavy metal show violence, a noise-y sample-y drone, a punk bleakrock rant, a piano banjo duet, and a slightly medieval ballad.

They are all lovely.

(If you have not purchased a copy of the book and want some inspiration, song writers who want a pdf of the book can have one for free. Write me.)

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Three bands I am listening to:

Barn Owl - Light from the Mesa from Thrill Jockey Records on Vimeo.

BARN OWL

Wolvserpent | NYC @ The Acheron | 05 Oct 2010 from (((unartig))) on Vimeo.

WOLVSERPENT

Death Drive Trailer from Flingco Sound System on Vimeo.

WRNLRD