I’m on a project right now that’s keeping me pretty busy, but that should be alleviating soon. Officially not going to Tijuana again this year…situation at the border is beyond fucked. Going to have to raise hell closer to home. Again. Dammit.
N.P.: “Steep Climb” – Eric Gales, Zakk Wylde
I had high hopes for this weekend, Dear Reader, but those hopes did not come to pass. Too much life happening. Alas. Still managed to get into a little bit of trouble, though. Totally worth it.
N.P.: “Something For Nothing” – The Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band
What’s going on, Dear Reader? I’m all out of sorts. For myriad reasons, but also for no good reason at all. I think I just need to learn to get more enjoyment out of life. I need to get back to Tijuana…that’s the only place in the world I can really relax.
N.P.: “Sad But True” – Mexican Institute of Sound, La Perla, Gera MX, Metallica
It was unseasonably gross in The Shed today. Autumn my ass. It was ninety-goddamn-six today. It’s oppressive and depressing and pisses me off.
N.P.: “Snakedance” – Killing Joke
It’s finally fucking Fall, erumpent reader. The autumnal equinox. This should be a joyous day, complete with a funeral and subsequent celebration for the death of this blasted summer, but summer apparently hasn’t received the memo that it is no longer welcome. It’s 95° in The Creek today. Odious.
N.P.: “The Chamber” – Lenny Kravitz
Things are just weird as hell…I don’t know what’s going on. I think it’s a full moon…but that wouldn’t explain anything. Not really. No…I think my subconscious is pissed off, and it’s throwing a temper tantrum. I thought we had a pretty direct line of communication, but apparently it feels as if it’s not being heard. Not sure what to do about that.
When the hell is the McRib™ coming back? McRib™ makes everything better.
N.P.: “Lust For Life” – Tom Jones, The Pretenders
What’s crackin’, Brave Reader…busy as hell in The Creek tonight, writing the two most dangerous books in the world right now. The pressure is almost unimaginable. Anyway, I just wanted to say hey.
“Hey,” I said.
N.P.: “Enter Sandman” – Ghost
Ever so pissed off that you can’t write, dear reader? (I assume you write as well, for some reason.) It was that way over here for a while…just a dark and deep state of piss off. But I drank my way through it, and now both studios are humming tonight. Working on something very cool…no idea if it will see the light of day, but it’s cathartic as hell. Punk rock as hell, too.
N.P.: “Juke Joint Jezebel 2021” – KMFDM
The Cause is awake.
N.P.: “The God That Failed” – Imelda May