Monday, July 28, 2014

Storm Trooper

Under an hour, and still one of the worst flights.

A screaming baby. A fidgety, sweaty seatmate. Extreme turbulence. A landing so rough that a vertebrae in your low back seems to twist the wrong way.

When the outcome is in doubt, you pray. You never pray.

You also talk to him, who recently departed. It’s extreme and not sane, but it still feels nice to reach out.

Friday, July 25, 2014


The reception couldn’t be better, but the people couldn’t be sadder. Since you’ve lived it for nearly two years, you left that place months ago. Or so you thought.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014


No desire to travel, for staying put, to work, to sit around, to be alone or around people. The mantra he lived makes you do something, even when it’s nothing.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Friday, July 18, 2014

Conversations by César Aira

An insignificant detail in a B-movie, watched separately by two friends and discussed later at a café, sets into motion an absurd and dizzying conversation where there is no winner. A brilliant writer and author of An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter, César Aira's sound construction in this 88-page novel is another document that illustrates the Argentine's heft in contemporary fiction.

Representative passage:

In order to appreciate the magnitude of my disappointment, I should explain just how important conversations are for me. At this stage of my life, they have become the single most important thing. I have allowed them to occupy this privileged position, and have cultivated them as a raison d'être, almost like my life work. They constitute my only worthwhile occupation, and I have devoted myself to enhancing their value, treasuring them through their reconstruction and miniaturization on my secret nocturnal altar. Hence, if I lose the day, I also lose the night. In fact, my nights even more than my days would be emptied out, for it is always possible to find other distractions during the day; nights are more demanding; their entire sustenance is intelligence and the complicity of intelligence, which becomes complicity with myself through my system of duplication. To lose that would be to lose myself, to remain alone in my aimless insomnia. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

ABQ Existence Summary

Accidentally taken while cycling somewhere in central Albuquerque

Sometime during July 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Night Film by Marisha Pessl

This is worse than a sophomore slump. It's a shitshow.

Marisha Pessl, who nailed it when she debuted with her 2006 novel Special Topics in Calamity Physics, completely misfires with the murder mystery-esque Night Film, which attempts to chronicle the unexplained death of the daughter of a cult horror filmmaker. 

While the plot is mildly interesting, the narration by the annoying main character -- a shamed investigative reporter -- is maddening for the clichés that litter the 624-page hardcover en masse and the sentences that are weak in their transitions and too often feel like padding.

The most maddening characteristic of Night Film is Pessl's use of italics to emphasis internal thoughts or dialogue. She uses this writing trick so often that it reads like a college freshman's term paper, in which that college freshman read Night Film and thought it was the best book he had ever read.

Randomly selected passage:

Harry banged the glass of water onto the bar. She grabbed it, gulping it down, a drop of water trickling out the edge of her red mouth, sliding down her chin. She set the empty glass down, wobbling unsteadily on her heels, and the bartender wordlessly moved away to refill it. He'd been through this drill with her before.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


A house with a premium of sun, daily storms that threaten to destroy, a 12-mile walk/hike in the nearby mountains, the steep decline into downtown and the intense incline back up the hill by bike, a nightly trip to a venue or the cinema. The ability for privacy in public in a place where you can blend in.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Visual: SSBT at Museum of Human Achievement

SSBT at Museum of Human Achievement 
Thursday, April 3, 2014 
Austin, Texas 

(Photo by John Wiese)

Friday, July 11, 2014


This mile-high city -- probably kind of like the one where you grew up, but back in the 1950s -- is an ideal place for the quiet and the blending-in sensation that's needed to process the loss.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Visual: Friendship Cemetery Recording Session

Friendship Cemetery Recording Session at Helm's Deep
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Austin, Texas

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Thank You Note

Words are spoken to a box that hovers over a dirt pit. You say them out of obligation because it's your turn to speak. In your heart, you know and he knew that the real words, the ones of substance, were said when you could both cry together over them.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Steve Jansen - Upheaval Suite (That's Cool Records 018)

Steve Jansen – Upheaval Suite (LP) 
 (That’s Cool Records 018) 

A1 I. 
A2 II. 
B1 III. 
B2 IV. 

Retail Price $14.99 
Street Date: May 6, 2014 

Upheaval Suite, recorded over the span of two years in multiple environments in Arizona and Texas, is Steve Jansen’s attempt at documenting how sound is influenced by wide-ranging states of mental health/disease related to displacement and the foreign and usually uncomfortable spaces that the musician tried to make “home.” 

Originally from Phoenix, Arizona, Jansen is a Texas-based experimentalist whose musical pursuits focus on alto saxophone, tape-manipulation, extended guitar loops, and contact mic-aided soundscapes. He has played with improvisors from around the world, including Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, Tim Daisy, James Fella, and Whoopi Pupi, and shared bills with musical luminaries Frank Rosaly, Dave Rempis, Retox, Christina Carter, and Richard Ramirez. In April 2014, he completed an extensive tour of the American Southwest with sound artist heavyweight John Wiese of Sissy Spacek. 

All tunes on Upheaval Suite were recorded live – no tracking – save for “Upheaval Suite III.” Instruments/sounds include: MiniDisc player/condenser microphone feedback and laptop, vocal microphone feedback and loop station, alto saxophone, tape manipulation, voice, prepared electric guitar, broken bell, and metal chains.

Monday, July 7, 2014


Dad's elementary school photo 
(San Antonio, Texas, date unknown)

Dad working on a 1937 Oldsmobile 
(Wetmore, Texas, December 1957)

Dad underneath the old oak tree on what used to be the family dairy farm
(San Antonio, Texas, October 2011)

Father + son
(Tempe, Arizona, 1982)

Friday, July 4, 2014


Months turn into days turn into hours and back to days. When you think it's hours, you say your final three words to him. He says them back.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Womb Bomb - s/t (That's Cool Records 017)

Womb Bomb - s/t (cassette) 
(That’s Cool Records 017) 

 A1 Don’t Look at Me 
A2 Sit Around and Bleed 
A3 Bad Girls (from Bob’s Burgers) 
B1 Girl Alone 
B2 Texas Song (You Don’t Get to Tell Me) 

Retail Price $4.99 
Street Date: February 27, 2014

Womb Bomb is an extra bitter riot grrrl band from Houston, Texas. On this limited-edition cassette, the temporarily defunct, bass driven, lo-fi project – who has played just one show (in an abandoned doctor’s office) – examine public transit harassment, PMS tropes, rape culture, and the denial of health care for Texas women via only slightly tongue-in-cheek garage trash punk. 

The full-color fold-out J-card is decorated with a collage of uterine fibroids, dermoid cysts, bloody feminine hygiene products, and hearts. 

Womb Bomb – which routinely practiced in an apartment in the city’s Museum District that had a verified electrical problem, a significant gas leak, rats in the attic, and a colony of stray cats living outside – is Kira Black on drums, ????? on guitar, and Lindsey Simard on bass and vocals. 

Recorded live by Ian Wells at KTRU Rice Radio in Houston in November 2013. All songs by Womb Bomb except “Bad Girls” by Bob’s Burgers.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


A daylong drive yields the arrival at a great summer space. Twenty-five hours later, a phone call has you packing the suitcase that you had only unpacked six hours earlier. He wants to know when you're coming home, so you have to go.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

June 2014 Shows

Monday, June 2: Pedestrian Deposit, James Fella, Genital Stigmata, Hemoglobin @ Double Nickels Collective, Tempe

Tuesday, June 3: Rhythm of Cruelty @ Luxie, Tempe

Saturday, June 7: Bonnie Montgomery @ White Horse, Austin

Thursday, June 12: Gary Wilson, Aunt's Analog, Moonsicles, Christopher Pekus @ Salvage Vanguard Theater, Austin

Sunday, June 15: Soft Shoulder, No Dice, S.O.A.M. (Soloing Over Alanis Morissette), Snake Snake Snakes!, Father's Day @ 51 West, Tempe

Wednesday, June 18: Holy Ghost Trio, Parker Davis, Waytansea Point @ Trunk Space, Phoenix

Friday, June 20: Blasted Wax, Happy Plaza @ Jobot, Phoenix

Friday, June 20: Randall Cunningham Dance Company, Ben Dumbauld, Yourchestra, Tony Obr @ Trunk Space, Phoenix

Saturday, June 28: Sperm, Detestados @ a house in east Austin

Monday, June 30, 2014

Visual: SSBT at Dorcol Distillery

SSBT at Dorcol Distillery  
Friday, April 4, 2014 
San Antonio, Texas 

(Photo by John Wiese)

Friday, June 27, 2014

Visual: Badnaam at Iron Lady Farewell

BADNAAM's debut performance at the Iron Lady farewell
On a bill with Vapid, Defektors, Mangled Men, Skinwalkers 
April? 2010? in Phoenix, Arizona

(Photo by Art Hur)

Thursday, June 26, 2014


It crawls out of the only article of clothing on the floor and gets you good. An outwardly calm, inwardly frantic trip to a medical office is met with a pricey upfront fee and double the promised wait time.

Home remedy calms the immediate pain, and the actual sting point is back to normal after icing. Hours later, an arthritic left hand debilitates certain abilities and continues through the week. The poison in your system also deletes a feeling of promise in your psyche.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Tonight: Holy Ghost Trio at Trunk Space

8 p.m. Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Trunk Space, 1506 NW Grand Avenue
Phoenix, AZ 85008

WEI ZHONGLE (Carbondale, IL) 
This music is ethereal. Conjuring up musical ideas from post-punk, 20th century classical and especially East Asian native songs. Repetitive chants and phrases loom through the air, recreating a landscape of ancient ancestors and a world distant from our own. 

House music but in band form. 

Crystal guitar loops a la Reich. 

Steve Jansen and friends bring the skronk.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Visual: SSBT at Museum of Human Achievement

SSBT at Museum of Human Achievement
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Austin, Texas

(Photo by John Wiese)

Monday, June 16, 2014

Friday Night Lights by H.G. Bissinger

If anything, H.G. Bissinger’s now cult-like book (originally published in 1990) is 367 pages of proof that the best fiction is nonfiction. In Bissinger’s incredible effort, the journalist – using language, pacing, and white space in a creed that alt-weeklies were founded upon – captures the pulse of the bleak Texas town of Odessa via its high-school football team. Approaching its 25th anniversary of publication, the insane thing is that towns like Odessa, where collective and individual happiness are dependent on the athletic performances of 16- and 17-year olds, still exist en masse.