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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Where? In some dude's trunk?!? Don't think that's the best place to learn how to fly, pal. LOL.

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Being "offensive" or being "offended" ––perhaps both?

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

subscribe to here & know itunes 2 hear the show b4 it gets on the main podcast feed; ps. all episodes are just episodes about how the show exists in the 1st place; it's super boring;;; (!)

a lot of people ask me they say, how do you do it how do you write so many freaking bad-ass songs the key is, I tell them to only listen to the midi version of will smith's miami on repeat, 246, 365 and voila... thank me later

Get onboard with the truth.

Ok, google


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Among the Golden and Fresh

Feel free to start living, like... whenever
It's not my problem, my problems. I can only convince myself I'm untalented long enough before that lie grows sour like all the rest: the lies, the milk, the patch kids. It started when I was very young, right after I completed the album artwork for Degraded Apparatus' debut record, tentatively called Machine Learning and Dolphins Die in Nets. The album, of course, was, famously as you know, shelved indefinitely, and so my beautiful design featuring really cool ransom text never saw the light of day. I tried to use a similar technique for Cloud of Skin by the Potato-men but it felt, well, sour. 

When I won the Best Packaging Grammy for CoS, I scoffed, audibly, and a little spittle landed on the sleeve of my pajamas. I looked at the spittle stain and named it Jeff Junior. We decided, as a team, to become the loser that the world knew we truly were.

During a party for Super Bowl XLIII, I made such a fool out of myself. As James Harrison rambled 100 yards for a touchdown, I knocked over the guacamole. It landed on the head of the house corgi, Nick, killing him instantly, both because the pup was severely allergic to avocados and the blunt force trauma of the bowl hitting his head.

I awoke, as it was foretold, nine Super Bowls, a week and two days later at 12:28:37 PM EST to reclaim my glory among the golden and fresh.

LET'S FUCKING GO

Monday, February 12, 2018

melodic death metal band called...

E V E R Y T H I N G

is

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Saturday, February 10, 2018

ANOTHER UPDATE TO iTUNES-GATE: So now I think my best bet might be using Plex via the Chrome Browser as my music player/sorter. It's not perfect and the ability to sync to mobile devices is wonky and unreliable as hell, but there's a lot to like about it. Next hurdle is organizing the tags on some 1,000-ish tracks that didn't translate when the info uploaded to the Plex server (most of it being my own shitty tunes, mind you). I CAN DO IT! WISH ME LUCK!

Friday, February 9, 2018

UPDATE TO THIS POST: Fuck, not gonna work. All my album art is gone. How can I listen to 311's Soundsystem without also looking at the album art for 311's Soundsystem. How do you expect me to live like this? I'm not an animal.
ICYMI, I really truly did make a Paula Cole parody song about Netflix/the Netflix movie I Don't Want to Live in This World Anymore to the tune of "I Don't Wanna Wait" (Dawson's Creek theme) and you can listen to it right away here. Namaste.