Loop pedal! |
Hooray for technology! I have a loop pedal FINALLY and it is AWESOME! I promise I'll actually finish a song with this marvel of the new age soon! For now, let me know how you think 'Down' is progressi...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:38:00 GMT |
MUSICIANS WANTED!!! |
Hey all you crazy musicians (especially ones in my area).. I'm in need of some collaborators.... I need a band... I'm really just a vocalist who uses her guitar to accompany.. so I need guitarists, dr...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 12:27:00 GMT |
Unyielding corpuscles |
Inward, farther still, to the most disagreeable contents of the self; we ache in this dimension of time and consequence. In the antechamber of incomprehensible divergence we are waiting still. Moral: ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 13:00:00 GMT |
Nanaimo |
In dark corners where beauty hides I'm laying down, and I've stolen all the sheets. I'm going to build myself a nest and sleep for eternity. Breath on the window, I'm tracing pictures of figures from ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 19:16:00 GMT |
Some poem... |
Still life and I'm framed again as rain crashes against the window. New light and I'm still afraid; I hear your breathing on my pillow. I am listening to the haunting echoes of a life more worthy. I t...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 13:00:00 GMT |
Color |
I did it again. AND there was a T3... wonderful. The sink is full of color, not meat chunks. The drain plug is perferated. The ridges in my skin are swollen with dishwater, and my nails feel like old ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 00:41:00 GMT |
Nettle |
Sweat like whiskey as we shake shake shake. Temperaments adjust to the breeze that flirts with smoke stained curtains. I stagger to the bathroom and run the cold water. My pores tighten and my stomach...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 18:30:00 GMT |
Yeildmanager |
I am where it feels like magic. The moon is half cut, making love to my liquid companion, half obscured in it's paper bag gown. The town mural is chipping. Faces flaking off under my nails.
I'm comin...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Feb 2006 23:30:00 GMT |
Under |
Fragmented; I seperate myself from myself. Pieces are wailing and tearing at each other. Brutus, Judas, quisling, sneaking, toungue flipping viper. Jilted lovers write crappy poetry. Brain dammage is ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 17:34:00 GMT |
Cult of the pavement |
Oppressive magnitude of grey and blue, the sky is heavy today. Hearts stop to understand parted ways and lost words. Rainbow water seeps into the potholes and the worms celebrate another migration to ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 18:28:00 GMT |
