..."on a mic flowing and we showing our age..."

holy frothing finger fuck... Men of Letters is celebrating our 10th anniversary this year- a decade of tape deck decadence and armchair philosophizing, the crossroads of eschatology and the scatological...

so what's the plan to piss on this immanentizing time/space vector and mark it as our territory?
-working on material for an MOL boxset- all 5 albums plus a slipcase, booklet and probable bonus disc of ephemera and maybe some new material... what the fuck, old men can squeeze out a few new cuts even if we only repeat ourselves
-how about some shows? that would be nice
-looks like Gentle gave me one of his bimonthly middle of the night calls... let's twist off next time you're in Crapston- you too Simon...

still ssy (for the rest of the year at least)

like drinking a pint of citric acid and broken glass?

well... the rum show was... uhhh...
every time someone asks me how these things went i never know what to say- there's no 'good/bad- i enjoyed it/ i wish i was dead' in me right now... still just recovering from bruises, sore muscles, lack of sleep, adrenal overdrive, empty wallet...
the recording came out good as far as Pete's drums and some muffled yet shrill screams- otherwise just an incoherent screech and rumble... and we sure did a good job clearing the room- all you folks running illegal underground shows where people never leave should seriously consider having us close, you'll be empty in no time
first time since 1999 that i played sober- didn't make a difference really except for my constantly flaring temper
thank you's go out to Mr Townley for the excellent video and filming, Tashie and Hank for equipment lugging and excessive compliments, Natalia and Johnathan of the AS220 for putting up with the whole mess- and most especially the guy in the white hoodie that was running around and dancing his ass off
i'm on vacation from now until my birthday, but i'll try to get some copies of the album around town
ugh...
ssy

1.09.10

venture to the arctic third world for some rum-inspired hype.

the cold thing squirming in my gut

mental preparation in progress for the show this sunday- heavy meditation and banishings in progress. oh how i wish it were over. come down and watch things explode/implode- just plain plode. there will be blood.

check out nap's new blogspot version of The Arctic Third World- tight shit cousin. are you going to hit town to be the machete bearer at the ceremony this weekend?

received a nice e-mail from someone who happened upon 'come, hell or highwater' courtesy of The Time Capsule and it improved my darkening mood considerably. hello to Jesse.

sobriety is STILL overrated
ssy

speak with forked tongue

what you're in for come january 10th...

Damballah Wedo

let the getting too fucked up for words commence
ssy

IN THE FUCKING CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the new rumrunners album 'Gorgon Orgone Egregore'is finished ahead of time motherfuckers! i can now get very, very marauded tomorrow with a clear conscience (as if i had a conscience...)

now come to the fucking release show on sunday january 10th at as220 and get a fucking copy

ssy, burnt as fuck

my mind is cinders and my soul is sick

RUM...ummm...um..

editing and mixing since 11 this morn... ugh... nearly at breaking point, this shit is fucked up... good fucked up, but still- there's a limit, and i'm nearly at mine

but everything's still on as planned- editing ends next weekend and mixing shall occur between then and the new year- the album will be released at our jan 10th show- a free copy for every motherfucker interested- use it to hubcap your car for all i give a damn

you don't want to know what i would do to be stoned right now... sobriety? overrated.
ssy