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RECORD SHOPPING ON MEMORY LANE WITH DEAD POETS

Imagine this: Ralph Waldo Emerson emerging from Roxbury, Mass in 1903. The same neighborhood I lived in 97 years later when three men came into our home and shot my roommate in the face. Ah but “what you are comes to you” and he was waiving at danger. I’m just glad they didn’t shoot me when they ran past me. I had plans.

Happy Birthday Dearest Beautiful Amy - my partner that I’m so thankful to know and love and to be loved by... She had a postcard of Emerson’s Concord, Mass house since age 11 an...

MAINE, ANNE SEXTON, AND ESCAPING THE VINES OF DECLINE.

I don’t know where to begin so I will jump in with my concrete shoes like this:

Six something am. I’m back in LA and sipping black cold brew that was just delivered. I have glasses on but vision is still a little blurry. Thats because of the shows. Landed here at midnight last night after a delayed flight out of Boston. We were still out of it from the Depeche Mode European dates. Add some East Coast American Nightmare shows and the last few weeks feel like a year and I’m not sure which time zon...

JOY HILL

I’m here in some sub-slow spin of spiritual hangover and looking for one foot to place in front of another. There’s a fountain dripping Los Angeles water from the lion’s mouth and a window cracked and electric heat and I’m sipping coffee while responding to emails. It gets harder to come home from shows every time. If I’m lucky or cursed enough to keep this up for another twenty years or so I will travel with a broom dragging behind me, to cover the trails of how far I’ve fallen apart. This is s...

PRAYER FROM NOWHERE

I don’t want to come down.

I guess I have to. It’s Friday. Did you know that?

FIRST - I really want to thank everyone here who is a paid subscriber. I’m planning a writing trip and you’ve helped make that possible. So again - THANK YOU.

Quick Question: Cold Cave is planning some upcoming shows in the Fall - who would you like to see open? Answers in comments please…

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STONED OBLIVION, BABYLON DETHRONED. SEX MAGIK MADE EASY IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE.

Almost 10am and am writing from the downstairs bus lounge. In a parking lot in Leipzig. Day off. Show tomorrow but got here last night. Staring out at greenery and trees and the intro of some trails that Germans had the sense to forge through every section of woods. I’m happy to be back in Germany and walked the city yesterday twice, seven miles. Volksmarching for love. We’ve added a show here on Saturday as well, playing with Front 242 and Covenant, both who I am a fan of, at the Wave Gottik Tr...

LOST AND FOUND AND GLORY BOUND

It’s 9 am in Antwerp and am writing from the backlot of the Sportpaleis where we will play the third show with Depeche Mode. We arrived here around 2am after the second Amsterdam show. Thats when we got on the bus. Prior to that we were at the Jaz Hotel for three nights which is attached to the Ziggo Dome. I mostly know where I am and it’s in the realm of surrealism and gratitude and jet lag and pure joy.

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HAPPY NEW TEARS VOL. 3

Sharing with you a playlist for my airplane ride today from Los Angeles to Amsterdam.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti - The World Is A Beautiful Place

Marianne Faithfull - Sparrows Will Sing

Leben und Arbeiten - Amanita

Dario Dell’aere - Eagles In The Night

Carmody - Messengers of Love

OMD - The Misunderstanding

Mittageisen - Automaten

Sad Lovers & Giants - Colorless Dream

Billy Childish - We Have War Because We Love War

Mekons - Ghosts Of American Astronauts

Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert

The Modern Lovers -...

WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING

It’s so hard to come down.

The infrequency here is a good one really. I promise. Yesterday spent in haphazard delirium. Up ‘til 2019 I maintained a steady income of semi-satisfaction, playing shows more nights than not, and that was enough for me regardless of how the actual show went. Just doing it. I mean, we don’t start bands not to play. There is a scale that starts throwing its weight around later on in your career that can collapse if not treated preciously. I used to wonder about the path...

SPRINGTIME WITH MY WILL ALONE

Dear You,

It is Monday the 8th. Year 23.

Infrequencies rising and my to-do list is overflowing. At the brim and I miss you. It is beginning to feel like Spring now and the showers are drying up. I loved them lots. Darkness descends upon my dreary head. From the cradle to the grave. From the floor to your bed. Try to see the future but it’s blurry. Take my poem and call me in the morning.

Some words I like right now: heartbeat, caustic, hedonistic, heaven, temperature falling, stained glass, shrap...

LONDON WEEKEND, ANOTHER SUNNY DAY

Life is coming fast. Funny how these cyclical periods of utter drought are followed by overwhelming movement and funnier that in the middle of either you forget about the other. Absurd. I play at the Greek Theatre next week with Placebo and fly a few days later to Amsterdam to start shows with Depeche Mode. Being independent means there are a million little logistical aspects of everything and my phone is weighed down by the amount of reminders going off. I’ve been pacing myself pretty well. My ...