LEAVE YOUR BLOOD AT HOME
I. Werepyres Are Coming Down The Mountain
II. Leave Your Blood At Home
III. We’re Fucking Killing All The Kids In This City, First Born Or Die
IV. Werewolves Really Do Drink Blood… Your Blood
V. Summertime
30 Minutes of musical improvisation tuned in the key of psychedelic blood red by the full moon light from DJ Tom Hanks and Camerin The Crack Fox. Enjoy.
-La Fin Du Monde playing new material and Pontiak southern shreddin’ at Cafe Coda
-Margarita’s at Tres Hombres
-Big Sur and the apples of sodomy
-Hawkwind “Doremi Fasol Latido”
-More Henry Miller library. New Alan Watts section rules.
-Cemetery World by Clifford D. Simak
-RBAR show with Moab, Panthere, and LANTVRN
-The Warlocks “The Mirror Explodes”
-Haight St. in San Francisco
-Jayme getting a heavy dose of derilictus magalius
-Kelly and Summer’s Wedding
-Best Man speech
-Romantic Mike wearing full on Tibetan garb
-Late nights with Grant Kerber
-Dorian Cohen is a castle freak
-Driving the whole length of California and back in 6 Days time.
I’m spent. Reading today. Tomorrow June begins.
Last friday went off at RBAR in KTOWN. Lantvrn, Moab and Panthere.
Justin Taines and Thomas Mahoney joined me on what has become an every other day hike around Elysian Park. These hikes have come to be known as “Dad Hikes”. Simple yet brilliant title. Ever seen family photos of a Dad on top of a mountain with his children, proud, kids smiling, conquerers all of them. We are trying to asimillate these experiences, even in the mundane state we are now living within, yes we want to escape. Half way around “Dadder Mountain” we came across a group of Latina woman who warned us of a giant snake right up the path. Sure enough he was there, stretched from side to side, slithering to an unknown hole, a pocket, a home, a cavern of mice skeletons and from the fear struck in me, humans as well. We stopped, stared and waited. To our masculine demise a tough little woman walked by and said, “it’s only a garden snake, it’s not poisonous”. We laughed like, oh yea, we were thinking the same thing. Then she turned and said, eyes sharper than a rattle snakes diamond jaws, eyes that scratch mirrors, “Earlier today I found a dog, paws tied, decapitated here in the park”. Then she turned and sallied forth into the unknown. So maybe there are cults in the park we figured. The Dog turned out to be not a dog at all, but a goat. Yes a goat was sacrificed in Elysian Park last night. From the looks of it, this can only be satanic. Story below.
I put up a new song on my little music player on the right. It’s called La Bruja Blanca. It’s only a very rough demo, but I doubt that I’ll ever rerecord it, so might as well give it a listen before it’s lost forever like so many other songs in the history of time and music.
Early in February I reread a Richard Brautigan poem titled Karma Repair Kit. At the time I was in the infancy stages of planning a group show focused on music, the act of eating, and poetry. Here is Brautigan’s poem:
1. Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.
2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.
3. Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.
4.
The simple poetic list struck a deep chord within myself and resonated into the title of the show. Karma Repair Kit it had to be. I set a date 2 months in the future and began the process of finding artists. By the time April 25th came around, most musicians who had expressed interest had become too busy or flaked. I became disenchanted and laid down the ideas to waste. In planning events, shows and parties, you come to realize over the years that you can excite people about the idea of being part of a collective experience, but when it comes down to setting up, showing up, and cleaning up, the group grows thin. I knew I couldn’t do this alone. It’s not worth it.
Eben Stewart showed up at my house last week and said “Are we doing this still?” with enthusiasm. Eben and my band Lantern just played a couple shows in Big Sur and Monterey a early in April. I said “Yea if you help”. We shook hands and Karma was back in action. We quickly hatched a new plan, strung lights and a chandeleir, borrowed my father’s BBQ, and we were set.
People started showing up around 6PM on Saturday and Lantern went on a 8:30 to our best show yet. I was slipping around in wet grass and I almost fell off the stage down a hill while losing myself in a heavy part of one of our songs. Comedian Tommy Ritter then hit the stage for a venomous set that offended everyone, which is an amazing feat. Although offended they laughed like hell especially when this crazy Hungarian man Andras decided to loudly argue all of Tommy’s jokes. Eben finished off the night to a huge crowd and babes dreaming about the dusty roads of the musician’s mind.
Karma Repair Kit was a huge success and although it was stressful I can’t wait to have another one sometime this summer. Next time maybe charge for beers.
Thanks to the following people: Trademark and Thomas Mahoney, Eben Stewart, Kyle Burns, Michael Hamm, Joe Imes, Fernie, Tommy Ritter, my neighbor Paul for the stage, Andrew Paszterko for the pasta and BBQ, Caseman, and Jess for the extension chord. Also thanks everyone for showing up, you are all great friends I love you dearly.
All Photos and Documentation by Kyle Burns
“I’ve seen the open hand of god, lay down down on Heaven’s sacred drum, where it beats till the end of time, where does the ocean rhyme, waiting for her son.”
This is the funniest tour story ever told. It’s also written by one of the worlds greatest men, Thomas Mahoney. This covers a day or two worth of driving to Big Sur.
This was the final song in our set. I had blown a tube in my amp and Tom’s guitar strap broke. We went off apparently.
