Wednesday, July 29, 2009

ENDGAME - THE FIVE ACTS, JULY 31, Chicks

Statement of Resignation. From madness to Quietism.
From slime to Civilization.
From oedipal jealousy to non-duality
from passion to serenity.
Signing off.

ACT ONE : WORD
ACT TWO: SOUND
ACT THREE : MOVEMENT
ACT FOUR : WORD AND sound
ACT FIVE : CONCLUSION

A full transcription of the speeches and choreography will be posted to this blog soon after.



Tuesday, July 14, 2009

july 15

I have this image, not unlike the body farms portrayed in The Matrix, each of us wired up and drained in this relentless and incrementally intensifying fashion by a sinister behemoth, this nameless, disembodied vampire - it creates money from nothing, and skims money from every head..every foetus another latent resource..as natural resources dry up new abstract resources become commodities...referencing Enron's desperate profit creation tactique just on the cusp of their mighty fall....and with each fiscal year the beast grows greedier and more virulent, it has been self-sustaining and self-replicating for decades now, a super-malignant tumour...and it proclaimeth 'who is like unto me?'..Profit at all costs..Those varied companies and utilities and govt deparments and slum-lords we pay, don't be fooled - for consolidation and mega mergers abound and the money they exhume from us just trickles right up to the elite. I have this image of a huge ufoid vacuum cleaner floating overhead, sinister and looming like Israeli helicopters, coins, lint and bank-notes helpless against the suction...the surreal looting spree indomitable and un-fettered by time and space..day after day after day forever amen..my bank account, merely a way-station for funds before they are ingested, at the speed of light, into skull-shaped coffers and vaults arcane.

july 14

Tinkle courier, tangle, tinkle asian asian restauraunt. Au. Au. Begorrah. slack. Pink. Lack. Hull. Lackey. Braggard. Pill. Lipid. Protein Creme.
easy wafers, in my Pottle o' foetid. words upon words upon turds.
In an anal hedge-fund. In ano, lodge of anal pride .
Tinkle courier, pottles of bridgette.
Care, care, cremation fo care.
Cremate thy care, expunge, and ejaculate.
Put fizz in his britches, buzz over his frig.
Millet in his trenches, jelly o'er his gig.
Rank, rind, holocaust.
Caustic chancre, syphilis is sip.
Sip lilly hick noumenon.
Liminal flip.
Cass, cass,
foid foid trick.
Put her in the bin
filiments of play
filiments of play.
hip.
hop.
Holiday.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

july 13 pt 2

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monday july 13

Sharp cold blue steel type day here in Dunedin. The conditions that freeze y' down to silicate crystal. And Weatherston still pleads not guilty. It all happened just up the road from me. I remember having one of my voodoo themed dreams that night, someone was buried alive..the industry keeps chugging along..patter..patter, NZ music, all co-centric circles and black hoodies. And Auckland city. And the visual arts, all triple zeroes and knobs of paint and strange assemblages and odd people. The arts, they attract all the psychos. Narcissists, co-dependents, paranoids, borderliners, obsessive-compulsives, depressives, addicts, mother-fuckers, oedipus, elektra, bed-wetters, rapists, misogynists, mummy's boys, daddy's girls, rich-kids, brats, cum-heads, sex-addicts, boot-lickers, back-sliders, dealers, wheelers, cheerleaders, healers, hair-dressers, leather-facers, paddy-farmers, aeronautical engineers, knob-twiddlers, politicians, pyromaniacs, klepto's, pedo's, emo's, euro's, ho's, bros, real-esate agents, undercovers, bogans, bodgies, boogiemen, road knights, skinheads, nazi skinheads, white power skinheads, hells angels, head-hunters, satans slaves, trey, troy, bruce gates, jism, sputum, pus, bile, curd, whey, toe-jam, sweat, stench, cud, mank, bogeys, smegma, turds, religion, war, leaders, jesus, poos.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

big night in

The Dao de Jing puts it beautifully - ones absence renders one conspicuous.
Well, we hope. Oh my atrophied ego, see how it yearns, see how it deludes itself. I commited a cardinal sin this evening, I ticked the 'attending' box in a facebook event page and didn't even turn up. And in my head I conjure up a vocal collage..'where's matty?'
....echo....echo.....echo...'I thought Matt was coming out......'...'jelquing is illegal in Wyoming...'...
'Farrys fraud! Chin on a String'...'..'Sieg heil!'...

No desires. No motive, no hidden agenda. No Die! Die! Die!.
Just fat accumulating around my middle. And the relentless whirr of my PC's fan. No party at None. No frenzied networking. No pink-cheeked affirmations.
No sharing of a cigarrette with a local named Trevor, warm ethyl-breath exchanges and bristly man-on-man kissy. No shouting and stumbling and the primordial satisfaction of an distended bladder unleashing its alchohol-charged fluid into a graffittied receptacle. The splayed arrangement of purses, jackets, cellphones, wallets, keys, pouches of tobacco, bags of filters, tampons, chewing gum, broken drum sticks, condoms, lipstick, eyeliner, spent syringes, receipts, coins...

Die! Die! Die! are a very professional unit with a sober head for the business side of it all and a keen sense of progression.
There are 2 types of band. One, 'gets somewhere'. The other dosen't get quite as close, but might enjoy a 'cult status'. If you really do want to 'make it', sober up right now. Get sober and get real. Analyse the kiwi acts who make it, compare them to those cult acts out there. The cult acts seem to enjoy a deep respect (or is that sympathy?), they're freak acts, often mentally ill, their guilt complexes making them complete push overs ('yeah, hey...I'm just happy to get to play...'), it's the phenomenon of unreliability that makes them at once exciting to their fans, a risky liability to the business. Once a reputation has been built, it's virtually impossible to knock it down.
The bands that make it are often if not always powerful networkers, self-esteem un-tainted by abuse, are hard-workers and will always do what they say they're going to do, are unshackled by any drug or alcohol addictions, never come across as desperate in any way and know how to work as part of a team. They will also have a keen instinct for selecting the right people to work with. And once a network is established, it will be nurtured and protected, like a mafia, until such time as the contract is up.
And, they won't never give you something for free.
So, what am I saying here.

Fucking nothing.

Go download my latest ALBUM.

phenomenonenon july 09



Sunday, July 5, 2009

the tees - new approach

I have decided to forgo mail-order for the recent tee shirt microline. As orders may over-ride the actual quantity, rendering the sale into a kind of hit-and-miss auction, i have decided to only sell them at crude/aesthetics gigs, in a 'what-you-see-is-what-you-get' fashion. whats there is whats available, whats sizes are there will be what sizes are available. This oughta be a more efficient method. Then one can inspect your product then and there. For out of towners, tees will be avail when we tour, or , when a sizeable line is manufactured, mail order will be made available again.