Happy New Year people....

I added a few new songs to this profile to celebrate the end of 2008.

1: The Last Minute- a song for my friends, a new year retrospective.
(also available here.)
2: The Birds & Their Boyfriends- a confused look at yourself.
3: Valentine Slime- A spoken word freestyle.

I am recording a bunch more and will post them as soon as I am satisfied.

Yo fellow deathsuckers!

Local Fashion murderers dbclay are having another sick party on Halloween!
Last year was better than a night in detox and this year will be way better.


Highlights of the funeral:
Music by the brain-eating, high on life/meth FUNLAB,  and if we can resurrect DJ Corban, The Cancer Fags will play!

Costume contest  with prizes!

Booze and goats blood provided bit BYOB as well because we seem to run out around 3am.


It is happening at the dbclay studio/werehouse.

Your so cool Brewster!

This is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
I love this guy and he is one of the reasons I do some of the things I do.
Vibe enabler.

http://www.mrdiggles.com
The August 28th post

The reason I sound like the Zodiac is because I was at a cafe working when he called, and I was keeping a low profile and photoshoppin at the same time.

Love and peace
j

I put up a new track on this Myspace site

The music is a song called 'Anomaly Girl' by Mano-Destra.

He gave me the track like 8 months ago and I finally came up with some vocals worth recording.
The song will eventually get remixed my Mano-Destra himself.

Brandt Sundholm mixed this version down.


Anomaly Girl
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you are amazing
just not tonight
sit on a cloud
until somebody asks you out

going through the laundrette
tall, thin, upset
you wish you could touch it
but your so scared that you vomit

you should have called
but not at all
you should have stopped and switched it off
that'd been beautiful

for you
for awhile
who said it was wrong
to call all these fags your 'friends'

wake up in the city
call me from a party
you fit in and fell off
theres no more you left in you
i love you
in memory
i miss you but your killing me

fuck you i said you were amazing
now you eat dust
just a spot on the floor
your friends need to cover up

like on monday
and tuesday
and wednesday
and thursday
friday
saturday
even on sunday
i love you
in memory
i feel bad but your killing me


and i remember holding you hand
i got so happy that i could not stand up
you little flower
you little leech
you

and i remember holding you hand
i was so wanted that i could not stand up
you little flower
you little leech
how you put up with a guy like me

etc

This is a track that Corban brought by a long time ago and I forgot that I had.
I was going through some old tracks and I found it, felt it and decided to sing to it.

It is not a Julian Tulip's Licorice song, the music is by a band called Two Lone Swordsmen and the song is called 'Sex Beat', a song orginally recorded by The Gun Club.
Corban brought by an instrumental and I did my thing to it.

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get under glass
so i can look at you
and just smile
got a hypnotizing shut-in style
get under glass
here's a chance for me to be a ruined guy

get under glass
so i can look at you
and die
try try i'm paralyzed
get under glass
here's a chance for me to be your pillow

here comes me
testing my scene
why should i support you when your mean to me?
baby you are by far
the most haunted, sexy, fucked up thing around

(looks like the bleach has finally burned a hole through your ego.
which reminds me, should we move in together?
maybe time will open up a few more windows)

i get all fragile

get under glass
so i can look at you
and just cry
maybe more like terrified
get under glass
here's a dead flower for your window

here comes me
changing my scene
why should i support you
your just dust to me
you new ones are by far
the most haunted, sexy, fucked up things around

(you have an idea, make me unhappy.
gee whiz go on and teach me a lesson)

i get all fragile

get under glass
don't you think it's lovely
that the buses are still running
from surprises in the taxi
from the basement to the backseat
do you think that when i called
the one weird thing i said ended it all?

i get all fragile