6/20/08-
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Tomorrow's the summer soltsice. Ain't that exciting!? Nothing like that extended love from the skies above. Been drinkin a lot of acai juice lately, and less fernet. This misty picture you see in the background here is expressive of the mood in my veins lately. "Brreeeawh!" would be a good onomatopaea to express my vibe now.

Also, the song you hear, "Velodrome", is a good mussical representation of the State of My Onion. This is a new single by the Crymuscles. It features the piano, organ, and synths of Dan Paul, an old friend who lives in Philly and plays in a fusion band called "The Half Of It". It also features the ever-present drumistic musings of John Rogers. It's actuallly John Rogers "+" John Rogers this time, 'cause he played another track of drum kit right on top of the first one he layed down. The guitar playing is me! I've added an exclamation point because I love playing guitar, and I went through a period of five years where I couldn't play very well because of pain in my wrists.
But I've been imagining these blasts of waterfall mist from Bridal Veil Falls. Picturing them going through my veins, and through the parts of me that were blocked somehow. I went there last summer and snapped this picture. It's one of the smaller waterfalls at Niagara, and you can walk up a little wooden stairway and stand right up against it, get soaked and breath in lots of water that's riding the air.
So, It's been about a year since I went there, but you can take good experiences with you, and keep them in a little chest, like a classic book on your shelf. I pull that experience off the shelf, and I ride the air that it sends through me, sometimes causing me to dance.(Smiley Face Icon.)

So, all this talk of seasons, water, wind and change. The Crymuscles are undergoing a transformation now. We're rapping a little less, and doing more song music and instrumental music again. Also, we're adding some more singers to the mix, who'll be singing said songs. We're also becoming more of a "We" by shortening the name to "the Crymuscles", instead of "Peck the Town Crier & the Crymuscles".

Our one show for the summer will be on Sunday July 7th at Cafe Du Nord. It's going to be a really beautiful night. Oona Garthwaite and her band will bring their unique powers at 7:30, followed by the oiginal funk/soul juggernaut The Greg Scott Band. (both these bands are in me top friends, so check'm if you ain't heard'm before!) Greg's got an earth- shaking new EP out, called "Extended Play". Huh! It's especially earth-shaking if you call your bootie "earth". Don't we all?
There will also be a cornucopia of guest vocalists sitting in with the Crymuscles that night, ushering in our new pupa song band vibe. This show should be a good preview of where we're headed as a band. It's billed under my name, but after this show, when you see "Peck the Town Crier" on a flyer, it means I'll be solo, doing my quixotic witch doctor vibe.
Witch doctors have always needed to travel. But especially now, we must. So me and Blipvert are doing the "Butter & Wine Tour". I'm booking it now, because doing things at the last minute is part of my voodoo hex. Some of these shows will be without Blip, billing with locals where I go, others will be with him. Stay posted, and if you live remotely near one of these towns, come out and get blessed/cursed by me! I'll play alot of music from "Groundhog's Day", my newest album (witch you can hear fo free at www.cdbaby.com/cd/peckthetowncrier). There, you can download the album for $4.99, or get the lavish loving CD for $12.21, all told.
So, okay, me thinks I've washed myself in the waters of myspace enough for today. If you're doing something amazing for the solstice, hit me up, 'cause "it's friday, and I ain't got shit to do".
Also, if you read this today, friday the 20th, me n' Greg Scott are playing/chatting on Pirate Cat Radio, 87.9 fm in San Francisco, and streamable all over your booty, (if you call your booty "Earth") at www.piratecatradio.com. We'll be on from 4 to 6, hosted by the garrulous and brilliant poet Charlie Getter, of 16th & Mission infame. Charlie informs me that lots of badass guests will be there today, so it's gonna be a party. I'll be naked.

Very well, that's all. Peace Mortals.
Qris Pek