The single-threaded reality has been busily stitching its way throughout the imaginary fabric creating the patterns of life lived and closing up the gaps at the ends. Not all things come to a finish, but all things must end. What, in this story, is to keep? That is a question that resolves in only one way for the physical. Nothing here is ours to own. Spiritual? That’s to come. That’s to know more deeply after the laying down of the […]
Hippo + Crate = The Fear Machine / The Adelphi and the Fire: Let My Bones Rust. FaR. The conclusion to the concept albums approaches with this double album release. Like a flicking light, the dark and the light war within the proximity of a human glass bulb. One man set to shine – one man’s soul set to rust. With fire and rust, a boat upon the sea of everything else concludes and the story ends and the new one […]
No matter the charging force of the spirit or of the mind, The Great Let Down begins and the Dark Cycle is entered without flaw, and without failure in its consistent and certain way it comes and goes. As the years begin to pile into heaps of years, so has the number of times an attempt has been made to discredit and disarm the victors of the Dark Cycle also been heaped. But, what is this Great and seemingly horrible […]
Upon the needles of life I stitch my story into the fabric of the infinite. Understanding Master of Self has been churning heavy in the foundry of my being. What does it mean? How do I maintain consciousness for such a thing? It’s so easy to roll upon the sword of blame. I hear it everywhere. I see it and I feel it and my stomach begins to ache. Look at the self and begin to peel back the relevance […]
Just as quickly as can be done, the time for my Short Run tour with Maddie Alpert has approached to within an inch of a moment away. As for the rest, the time invested in practice will undoubtedly become aware. There is, however, something special that occurs when we play consecutive shows and encounter the platform of our efforts. Often, we rise above what our understanding is for how far we’ve come, and how far we’ve made it becomes a […]
It is that it came to pass. One year is nothing in terms of long time, but it is something in terms of spacial clustering of thoughts and memories. I was on the stage for Black Box understanding ever more the corrupt details that the ‘passage of time’ exhibits on our streams of reality, and my thinking was a simply following: It was that what my experience was was a memory. Something I was re-living for the first time again. […]
