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Brawny Chief Stumpvolk

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About Me

scrolls of rust; pre-recorded music on specific sound systems in the company of specific people; Mains hum; broken guitar-effect pedals; the fuckin drum kit; chatter; explicit stories; when the room-fan buzz and the computer hum cross waves and form these delicate but perpetual chimey harmonics.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 1/25/2006
Band Members: Brian Stubbs
Influences: M1001G RA076F453R10GC; earplugs
Sounds Like: pretty loud, apparently. the big bald neighbor guy told me to turn it off or he was going to call the police. this was at 11:00 am. I turned it down a little.
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Published!

Nanaimo's Downtown Magazine has been kind to print an excerpt from a short story I composed called "Raccoon Kids". Travel to Nanaimo, obtain a print copy and turn to page 30; or download a .PDF versi...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 03:45:00 PST

Ghost House Tour: One Year Later (from June 2006)

Aly and I followed the deer trail through the bush and the driveway was already getting overgrown; weeds will politely poke through the stones. Windows smashed, carpets ripped, bad mould; you couldn't...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 12:36:00 PST

wolfman's one-a them special days workin

Because I told R____ about the grim outlook I had on my finances (I could no longer take the risk of the independent contract), he, in his infinite coolness and concern for the self-esteem of his team...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 09:16:00 PST

I am no longer employed at Nightmares

thank goodness. So as to not have to explain a jillion times why a job at a haunted house would get lame, I'm saying it once now: it got booooring fast. Such that I felt a little twinge of hate a-si...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 12:31:00 PST

the unbound book of the black hoodie: eye contact

Far up the street, they looked like pair of crows. Two of them, in black hoodies hunched over a little table off the sidewalk, like they were planning something heavy: junior unabombers, teenage illum...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 07:39:00 PST

I am obsessed with the idea of children drawing maps

Hey kid, draw me a map. And the child handed him a meticulous world of extreme and contrasted environments. The child had created swamps and mountains, dense forests of brush filled with henious beas...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Fri, 26 May 2006 11:10:00 PST

lists of Living Names

These are calls I've uttered. I'm under oath not to discuss more about the circumstances under which I obtained them. say them aloud: Yngreso; Exley; Damaso; Aynsley; Sitiyar; Obsniuk; Bautista; Be...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 09:07:00 PST

monotheism is a dead scene anyway but

"Atheism" is a terrible word. It means "no god", right? It's what people who (in my culture) have to choose, if they find no evidence for a god in their world; but the word itself is ultimately lame....
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 11:32:00 PST

the unbound book of the black hoodie

It was circumscribed in books made of paper milled from blackberry bushes. They called it the The Book Of The Black Hoodie and it was about a kid who hung out at the river at night and would often lo...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 10:39:00 PST

goddamn I miss Coffee On The Moon

In the Garden City they have too many coffee bars. Boring piss-coffee joints filled with professionals and suburbanites. A rare couple of these places might have the occasional authentic bohemian in t...
Posted by Brawny Chief Stumpvolk on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 10:19:00 PST