Unorthodox Manifesto

Coo with Coo's papa (Ebeneeza)

Angry Again

log:
Megadeth is on the box. Dave Mustaine is angry. Therefore, I am angry. If I see you on the street today, I might hire Tom Kohl to tighten the leather sash around his waist and vigorously bite your nose off, so steer clear.

School starts soon. I think I might blow Madison to smithereens when the rest of the bad students arrive.

I'm gonna go to piano lesson and stink up the dude's house because I did not practice and I'm angry. I will leave you with an exerpt from a lost interview with Shane Verwey. Enjoy and eet fuk.

Guitar World issue 47, Dec. 25 1999.

Shane Verwey: Yeah so my experience with Girls with Guitars made me happy while my enfatuation with Chicks with Dicks was more of a representation of my more cynical sub-concious under the vestiges of a relationsip with my former lover.

GW : And who was that?

SV : It was a dead dog.

GW : Wow. So, for the new Forest Fire album I hear you shoved an operating chainsaw up your ass. Could you tell us more about that.

SV : (Shane's eyes light up with anger and passion as he rises from his bed in his hotel suite. At this point he walked up to Guitar World's Ed Paas and answered the interwiew's final question within one inch of Ed's face.) I wanted to feel pain and have blood in my shit. You ever taste your own guts, mister guitar world man?

I haven't eaten anything today, Turco

Log:
The big project involving that one dirty dude has been postponed due to a dearth of any recent foul play on his part that would warrant such an attack. But rest assured, I will continue this vile work just as soon as that sick sucker flaps his jowls and showers himself with his own fluids again...Which will happen. Just give it time.

Man, it never fails. Every other day, I get some lunch, lay it out in front of me and then check my phone. I see that I've missed a call. I return the call to hear that some person wants to buy me lunch that day...And I've already purchased mine. Today it was my mother. Tomorrow it could be the president. Sucks.

So, tomorrow's the big showdown in Gov't & Nat. Resources. I'm pretty nervous.

That is all.

Anticipation...

New project in the works

Now that Fike and I are 20, I suggest that you all sample our thoughts -- http://mikelikesrush.blogspot.com/

Business: I have come across a document. I am in the process of editing it so as to tenderize it and make it more palatable to your sweet little minds. It arrived at my doorstep in an oily satchel stitched with the intestinal lining of an albino anaconda and sheathed in human skin. I don't know from where it came or who sent it. It was my understanding that all of the witnesses to the event on which the story was based were killed. It is the most abhorrent and real of human tales. It is also an unwelcome intrusion on a dark mojo that resides secretly in the guts and bile of one with whom you are all quite familiar. It should be prepared for your exploration in a day or two. Until then, I suggest you fast and meditate so as to ready yourself for this challenge to any shred of goodness that you might retain. And also, you might not want to have any food in your stomach when you read this.

See you soon,
evan

Fifth in the Lineage

The great composer and virtuoso pianist, Franz Liszt with Berlioz and friends. You can't touch this.

Vibrant fleeting little light. I beckon thee with all my might.

I'm currently listening to Solvent. I dig Solvent because, although the Zimbabwe composer produces music that is largely synthetic, he also carves out a unique place for himself among other electronic composers by sticking to solid song structure and recurring melodic themes. He does not, however, canonize any individual theme to the point of monotonous self-destruction as so many of his colleagues seem to do. The composition of the songs is the same as you would find with any other well trained non-electronic artist. That being said, Solvent is a robot and he knows it. This is not a half-hearted, computer-based effort designed to beguile the tender ear. In the words of Stiff Strike, Solvent "Knows his Role" and plays it beautifully. I have absolutely no difficulty accepting and appreciating this work as a viable method of melodic innovation.

Eat them and Smile

To accomplish any unknown internet ends. I've created you. Go now, fly away. You're free. And as its stiff wings jerked sporadically into a jittery flight pattern, the cold dry hands beneath it slid away...