www.myspace.com/loveandrocketstribute New Tales To Tell-A Tribute To Love And Rockets Digital Release 7/28/09 Physical Release 8/11/09 Other bands on the tribute *Frank Black *The Dandy Warhols *James Hall *Dave Wyndorf *Adrian of No Doubt *Chantel Of Morningwood *David Jo of The NY Dolls *B.R.M.C. *Dubfire *Film School *War Tapes We recorded Ying Yang at Gilby's house. He lives in a mansion in the wilderness. I'm used to outrunning mountain lions to get to his studio but for this session I was caught by surprise by a 10 foot rattlesnake. The snake was surprsed when I ate him.

I attended a convention my species was having in Anaheim at a large, abandoned warehouse. Our tradition is to drain a large number of humans and create a pool of blood in which to bathe. It wasn’t as enjoyable as it usually is for me. Because of my relationship with Syd, I was feeling a little sorry for the humans who had to lose their lives. I mean they were cage free humans and all, but still….
As usual, the blood bath was followed by an orgy. Again, I wasn’t as excited as I have been in the past, but participation is mandatory for everyone in attendance. Having everyone covered in blood ads a novelty factor, but still it felt kind of “regular” having sex with my own species. Having sex with humans feels really kinky and I’ve kind of developed a taste for it, especially with Syd. If my comrades knew any of these thoughts and feelings, I’d already be dead.

At the last show Anthony, the owner of The Dragonfly, pulled me into his office and started laying into me. “You have to stop writing that blog!”, he screamed. “I’m getting questioned by people who claim to be from various government agencies. Do you know that there are rumors going around that you’re not human?” “Ok, I’ll stop” I said.
But I won’t stop – I can’t. Syd is the only one who knows the truth about who and what I am, and I need some other way to communicate.
I was being followed again yesterday. I was driving to Syd’s house in Venice when I noticed the tan car hanging back, making every turn I made. I drove into the beach parking lot and the tan car followed me. I drove onto the sand – a white guy in his mid thirties with short dark hair jumped out of the tan car and started running towards the beach. He had a gun, it looked like a 38 and he was yelling for me to stop. I floored it into the water. The car began to sink – I climbed out the window and swam to the bottom. I dug a hole, buried myself and went to sleep.
It was in the newspaper today that I’d passed away. They’ll be surprised to see me at the show tomorrow….

Syd and I landed safely and undetected back on Earth. I buried my ship in the desert.
Amazingly, Syd said she’d like to help me with my mission of impregnating Earth women with my bloodline. With Syd, I always use a “condom”, but I’ve created five new hybrids in the last few weeks – three at the last two Halloween Jack shows and 2 more with girls that Syd met at bars and introduced me to. I’m looking forward to the show tonight – Syd thinks we can make at least two more babies….

We finished the set and I went out the back door into the alley. The dead girl’s twin and the guy who had been following me all day were waiting for me. He had a shaved head and was one of the largest humans I’ve ever seen. He was holding a baseball bat and before I knew what was happening, the bat was connecting with my head.
I woke up in what looked like a basement, tied to a chair. I had thought all day that the bald giant who was following me was a private detective, but now I was getting the feeling that he was a less sophisticated breed of human. He was holding a large knife and said, “Now you’re going to tell me what you wouldn’t tell the police. What happened to Nancy?” I could see where this was going so I introduced the bald giant to my stinger. I was aiming for his heart. I missed but managed to puncture one of his lungs. That was enough to make him drop the knife and fall to his knees. I retracted my stinger and used it to pierce his left eyeball and skewer a portion of his brain. I used a little more force then I meant to and broke out the backside of his skull. I retracted my stinger and he was dead. I secreted a little of my juice and burned the ropes off my hands.
I knew I should kill the girl but something made me hesitate. Maybe it was her long legs and her mini skirt. Also I was curious because she didn’t look as scared as she should have been. In fact she looked more intrigued then anything.
She said, “My name is Syd. What are you?”
I decided to tell her the truth – I could always kill her afterwards.
I came to planet Earth to spread my species bloodline. Her sister Nancy drugged me and when I woke up I was on the floor of the bathroom and we were having sex. Syd believed me. Apparently this wasn’t the first time Nancy did something like this. Unfortunately this time her sister died giving birth to my son.
I was ready for her to try to run, but instead she said she wanted to see my ship.
We drove to the desert and I unburied the ship. She asked if we could go for a ride. It didn’t take long to get it running again. I put on my suit and gave her my spare. I strapped her in and then myself. I activated the invisibility shield and we flew to the moon – it took about a half an hour. This was very risky behavior, but somehow I was compelled.
When we landed she kissed me. She introduced me to what is called a “condom”. This is completely against the nature of my mission but for some reason I wanted to have sex with her and I wanted her to live. If I was found out not fulfilling my mission I could be erased but I couldn’t resist. She wanted to do it outside. Sex with limited gravity is not very easy to accomplish but since she had never done it before, it was something of a novelty to her and I managed to enjoy it.

In the middle of our set, I looked out and saw the girl who died before the show last week. She was dancing. If there's one thing I know, it's that dead girls don't dance. I also know that this girl was not alive last week.
She put her hands over her head and her shirt rode up above her bellybutton. That's when I saw it - a small birthmark just below her navel. I have a photographic memory for these types of things, and the dead girl didn't have this birthmark. This was her twin. We have twins where I come from - sometimes up to 10 in a litter. Standing next to this twin was the guy who'd been following me all day.
When I got home yesterday morning, the police were waiting for me. The dead girl, it turns out her name is Nancy, has been missing for about a week. She was last seen by a security guy named Ned, dragging me into the bathroom at The Dragonfly. I told the cops about the sex. I left out the part about my son bursting out of her belly 20 minutes later and the part about me eating her. I didn't think they would understand.
I'm going to try to sneak out the back door after the show....

It all started before the show at the Dragonfly. A human female offered me a drink, and it must have been drugged because I woke up and she had me in the bathroom, trying to make a baby. Unlucky for her she was successful - our gestation period is much quicker then for humans (about 20 minutes) and the host rarely survives the birth. My son ran out the back door and is living life somewhere in Hollywood (I'll probably never see him again).
I ate most of his mother's remains and flushed the rest down the toilet.
I felt very tired and bloated so a young man named Dave gave me a bottle of pills which made me very nervous, so this short, bald dude named Benny tied a rope around my arm and injected me with something that made me sick to my stomach, so I smoked a water pipe backstage that made me feel somewhat normal. I don't remember the show, but I was told I had a big smile and played well.
After the show a young female named Jessie asked if I wanted to go to an after party. I said "sure". The next thing I knew I was climbing into a car with Jessie, her friend Jessica and their friend Trent. Trent drove us up the 101 to Calabasas and drove into the mountains between the valley and Malibu. They had brought masks and we all had to wear one. We arrived at the gates of a very large and secluded estate. A voice at the intercom said "Apple" and Trent said "45" and the gates opened.
We had to keep our masks on, remove our clothing at the door and put on these hooded robes. We joined a large circle where we sang a simple song in Latin. The rough translation was "Satan loves you and he demands a sacrifice". There was an old dude with a big gray beard playing a pipe organ in the balcony - he was not very good.
Next there was an orgy which I quite enjoyed, but when they brought out the girl, the goat and the knife I though it was my time to leave.
I slipped out the back and walked to Malibu - I made it just before sunrise. I dug a large hole and buried myself in the sand. I woke up about an hour ago - man am I hung over.
I'm looking forward to the show at the Dragonfly tonight, but I am buying my own drinks and I'm not going to the after party with strangers.

I haven't slept in 3 days and I need to get some sleep cause we’re supposed to perform at this huge festival in Tokoyo tomorrow. I was really hungry and now I’m never going to sleep cause I consumed a chocolate cake, two Snickers bars, 2 cans of Dr. Pepper, 3 cups of coffee, and about an 8 ball of blow.
My biggest problem is the girl I picked up at the disco. I wish I could remember her name – she asked me why I kept calling her dude. I was too high to find my room, so we went back to her room.
Now I can’t seem to wake her up and someone's banging on her door. I can’t tell if she’s breathing or not. She’s either dead or in a coma… Gilby’s going to be so pissed. If I get arrested again and we don’t play the show, we won’t have gas money for the jet back to America….

I killed the competition at the Halloween Jack audition – literally!
I sucked out their brains with my stinger. I now know everything that they ever knew, which unfortunately isn’t much. I really just wanted to know all the songs Halloween Jack plays, but I ended up with a lot of memories of throwing up Jack Daniels and unsuccessfully trying to unlatch a girl named Alice’s bra.
The last guy to come out of the audition had got the gig – he’d been in a couple of well-known bands and had a knack for this primitive music.
I was waiting for him in the parking lot. I shed my previous host’s body and entered the new host through his ear canal. I attached myself to his brain stem and have now assumed his identity.
I need to go back to his place and pack a bag because we’re leaving for the Caribbean tomorrow…