neural noise
Sometimes I’m hard pressed for a better way to say nothing and everything.
Chaos Dreary (circa somewhere near 1999)
Heh. It was actually just a challenge project. “60 in 60″ or something like that, 60 bands writing songs exactly 60 seconds long, for one of the spontaneous collaborative compilations from back in the beautiful day before corporate money corrupted and eventually killed mp3.com. Art was happening, the internet was the Paris of the 21st Century — a few years before the 21st Century even got here. Well that’s just how things work in cyberspace.
And so too, the end, is how things work in our modern economy. Corporate “persons” — “rights” without souls. The sort of absurdity that leads us to the existentialists which leads us right back to Paris.
Well since we’re doing noise, and while we’re talking existential –
Cerebral Anesthesia (1995 or so)
We’d spent a night at Squeeze dropping acid and drinking like there’s no tomorrow. Except there was a tomorrow, and when it came we were still tripping. So [guitarist] Jim [LeClaire] and I walked clear from the southside beach area apartment of Pogo’s latest whore, across the center of Lauderdale to my cracktown apartment, far too dosed to even have even a clue just how far we’d walked in the early but still scorchingly bright Ft Lauderdale sun. And when we got there I showed him what I do. And this is what we we made together.
Still noise was nothing new. What better milieu to record the echoes reverberating throughout the vast and desolate hole Nicole left in my heart?
When Hope Is Gone (1992-ish)
You’re lucky to have the ability to express your feelings so creatively, both in your music and your writing.
Thanks! I figure I probably only score about a “B” each on both the music and the writing, but if I can spin a good tale *about* the music, I might be on to something :)
Of course I’d trade it in a second to just be able to express myself in ordinary spoken words like most people. I probably wouldn’t have nearly so much pent up drama in my head if I could.
I think that’s the price of being an artist.
Ha, yeah I suppose that’s true.