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SHOPLIFTING IN A GHOST TOWN - PART 1 - BOSTON

I’m going to share a draft of a book I’ve been working on called Shoplifting In A Ghost Town over a series of posts. It’s formatted as a journal from American Nightmare’s January 2022 “Background Music” 20th year anniversary tour which naturally coincided with peak Coronavirus Omicron breakout… but that format was just an easy guide to write in and out of cities and memories. It’s broken up into eight chapters which was the scheduled itinerary of the shows… Boston, NYC, Asbury Park, Philly, San...

SHOPLIFTING IN A GHOST TOWN - BOSTON

I’m going to share a draft of a book I’ve been working on called Shoplifting In A Ghost Town over a series of posts. It’s formatted as a journal from American Nightmare’s January 2022 “Background Music” 20th year anniversary tour which naturally coincided with peak Coronavirus Omicron breakout… but that format was just an easy guide to write in and out of cities and memories. It’s broken up into eight chapters which was the scheduled itinerary of the shows… Boston, NYC, Asbury Park, Philly, San...

LIVING DEAD POETS SOCIETY - THE READER BEHIND THE SCENES

There’s no resting for the wicked. Imagine how tired I am…

After decades of indifference, somehow I’ve become mortal. This was not the plan. I just want to give what I can while I can. Through the sirens and concrete and wildfires and impaling palm leaves… I missed you yesterday. Dreams never end unless they don’t begin. How was your weekend?

I concluded my first month here on Substack and had a real cool time. Thanks for reading this and endless gratitude to the paid subscribers.

HAPPY NEW TEARS...

DESTROY THEM WITH LOVE

This is a Cold Cave demo from 2013 that was never released or fully realized, written around the time of Oceans With No End and People Are Poison.

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REST IN POWER, CORRUPTION & PAST LIVES

Sometimes I can actually see the yin and yang wrestling. There is light and there is dark. There is a scale that tips a little too much to the ground. It’s a miracle anyone exists at all.

After I post this I’m going to send paid subscribers an unreleased Cold Cave song from 2013.

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I look forward to waking up and writing aimlessly…. mostly because where I’ll end up is a surprise to myself. So thanks for baring with me while I trip through this platform. I’m listening to Sad Lovers & Gi...

AN APARTMENT IN THE CITY OF DEATH: KABIR & KISS & LOVE IS DEAD.

I fell asleep with my arm around Amy and her arm around Rainer and woke up to the gift of rain. It’s the gift of reflection and nature’s suggested pause. Let it wash the static and colliding thoughts from my head and drain them to the sewers never to be retrieved. Five planets align. All under clouds and united in tears. I want you so bad.

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LIKE A ROADSIDE FLOWER

I woke up with The Zombies’ This Will Be Our Year singing in my head. It’s now 7:14. I will have listened to Odyssey and Oracle twice by the time I’m done writing. Care Of Cell 44 is such a beautiful opener and sentiment… a love song to the incarcerated one they miss and can’t wait to see again. I listened to a lot of Zombies in the early 2000’s midst of an ill-fitted Merc suit Mod revival. The link between The Creation & The Kinks to The Jam to even Nation Of Ulysses made a lot of sense to me. ...

TROPICAL DEPRESSION

I am sitting at my desk with electric heat on and skin crawling and the sun is out but the wind has been knocking on every window, not unlike the evangelists and encyclopedic politicians of the perverted past. I chose this house because there is a wall around it but alas, my need for privacy falls short to the erratic weather of late.

In the last calm spout I heard birds chirping and more violent gardening.

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NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND

Hello You - My friend Massimo has just delivered a large cold coffee and I’ve tipped the shit out of him. Made it to the studio the past few days and am thinking about the few upcoming shows in the UK.

This sentence here is a massive praise of gratitude to those who’ve become paid subscribers. It is really cool of you. I will keep writing and I will take these thoughtful donations and put it towards the births of books and records that I want to exist in this world. Thank you for being part of i...

NEON NIGHTS

Putin stalks the Mariupol streets before meeting with Jinping. N. Korea enlists nearly a million new soldiers under the guise of defensive triumph. We parade the cast of Ted Lasso around the briefing room. A former president and former pornographer and current DA pencil in plans for this week regarding former PDA. I light a candle. It smells like basil, orange blossoms and wormwood. I put a record on. It is Meat Is Murder from 1985. I write a poem. It is about daffodils. It’s hard to love within...