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About Me

Putois is the name Bob Mason attaches to his music and its 1995 inception. The name derives from the short story of the same name written by Anatole France.Bob also plays guitar/bass and sometimes sings in the band Rok/Paper/Disco and also Buyer Defeats Seller

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 12/8/2005
Band Website: cdbaby.com/cd/putois2
Band Members: Putois is Bob Mason. Lisa Menzel wrote most of the lyrics of "set"
Influences: in no particular order: Guided by Voices ;Syd Barrett ; Nick Drake ;Bob Dylan ; Neil Young ;My Bloody Valentine ; The Velvet Underground; Ride ; Robert Wyatt ;Michael Gira: early Verve ; The Jesus and Mary Chain ; The Carter Family; Galaxie 500 ; Spaceman 3 ; Can ; Low ; Bob Marley ;Townes van Zandt ;The Ramones; Wire ; R.E.M.; Fugazi ; Neutral Milk Hotel ;The Sea and Cake ;Ian McKaye ; Steve Albini ; Will Oldham ; Throbbing Gristle ; Ministry ; Faust ; Tortoise ; Pink Floyd ; Stereolab ; Brian Eno ; David Bowie ; Tobin Sprout ;Seinfeld; The Soft Machine ; Leonard Cohen ; Unwound ;Jeremy Enigk: Joy Division ; The Modern Lovers ; The Cure ; Sonic Youth ; Dirty Three ; Daniel Johnston; Woodie Guthrie ; Yo La Tengo ; Smog ; Aphex Twin ; Husker Du ; Miles Davis ; John Lennon; George Harrison ;Naked Raygun ; Hawkwind ; Mercury Rev ; AC/DC ; The Smiths ; Led Zeppelin ; Martin Luther King Jr ; William S. Burroughs ; William Blake ; Dali ; Frances Bacon (painter, not poet) ; Muhammed Ali ; Bill Hicks ; George Carlin ; Richard Pryor ;Picasso ; Hermann Hesse ;Henry Miller ; William Blake ;Fyodor Dostoevsky ; Albert Camus ; Franz Kafka ; Ernest Hemingway ;Jandek ;Muddy Waters ; Robert Johnson ; Crazy Horse the hero and the band ; Werner Herzog ; David Lynch ; The Big Lebowski ;Robert Bresson ; French Cinema ; Jan Svanmaier;existentialism ; history ; drugs ; alcohol ; life ; death ; cities ; small towns ; people ; friends ; family ; experiences ; love; hate; dreams; etc ...
Sounds Like: homerecorded lo fi
Type of Label: None

My Blog

2/13/08 - 05:09

Thank fully Coleman is neighbors with Coltrane in the hood / This wind from my window is blowing dreams next to me / my reflection on the bottle is distorted / A connection to the other side is dead ...
Posted by Putois on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:23:00 PST

Imaginary Girl Song

When I hold you next to me I listen to the beat of your heart and I dance to it in my mindWhen I tell you about my life I tell you something that no one knows about while it's playing in a secret thea...
Posted by Putois on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 12:29:00 PST

We Will Carry On

Those sirens in my place signal heatMy friends are all sad but strongDifferent places and different citiesI hear their lonely songsLosing is not an option at this pointOur stories are our vacant child...
Posted by Putois on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 04:45:00 PST

This Dictionary Has no Anwers

Oracle with a new year's dresss onI wanted to kiss you but i lost trackI guess I'll see you againMy new jeans don't fit me wellMy boots have been polishedMy sleeves are wrinkledI hear laughterThis dic...
Posted by Putois on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 01:49:00 PST

I Forgot

I forgot I was from New YorkI forgot that I have historyEven my accent has changedWhat the fuck am I doing hereI walked around with my mother and we talked about lifeShe told me that I'd just know whe...
Posted by Putois on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 04:02:00 PST

I took a yellow pill and flew into town

I took a yellow pill and flew into town My wings were damaged and brownI jumped into an automobile and felt the soundThere was no stable ground There was no stable ground
Posted by Putois on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 06:11:00 PST

Going Down South With a Loaded Pistol

I'm going down south with a loaded pistolI can't take it anymoreI don't care where you go Your path is my walkwayI'm going down south with a loaded pistolIt'll tell me when to stopI've worked too hard...
Posted by Putois on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:57:00 PST

Your Mountains are Crippled

Your mountains are crippled in a sunrise disguiseTick tock goes the steam musicAn electrical stare is blurred by a blind birdThere's blood on your saddle"Good luck honey", says the doorman as you stum...
Posted by Putois on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:31:00 PST

the piano played though our faces

my ceiling fell down on me in my apartmentthe pipes were exposed and i saw the guts of where i liveit was beautifulI hear "Hey good looking what you got cooking"and the alcohol answers "just one more"...
Posted by Putois on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 05:59:00 PST

deranged and black

The voices behind you are goneleft you with yourself and your thoughtsyou rode your bike as far as you canand rested on the bricks of solitudeYou listened to the voices and their liesthey kept you bot...
Posted by Putois on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:23:00 PST