Kyle Burns my brother shot and I edited this reggae masterpiece. He was flown out to Hawaii for the shoot. Lucky bastard. In a world full of negative vibes and grey havens, Soul Majestic peacefully enlightens it’s listeners with a hope for a better better tomorrow. Their album was recorded at Tuff Gong Studios in Kingston, Jamaica. Check em out.

i am obviously not you
i am a river that is moving
i am the sun and the light and the flower
i am leather pants and erection
i am quiet on sunday only because no one listens
i am sunday only because i am written
i am church and tears are holy
i am a child in a playground full of cheeseburgers
i am an adult in a cradle of infants
i am closet inside a closet door
i am a heart beating for someone
i am thinking of thinking of you because i think of you so often i can’t help it
i am tired of the same movies
i am a photograph of the wind
i am the wind from my childhood finally reaching me as a man
i am the tree never forgetting
i am the paper of tree’s forgotten
i am the ink written “i love you” and crossed out and rewritten
i am recycled reborn used wisely
i am wisely entertaining part of me’
i am strong when someone listens
i am weak when i am bored and things bore me
i am ears and i am not listening
i am libido and i am horny
i am looking at your body for fun
i am sex forever waiting
i am breath
i am quiet when you have come and it is still and i am water by the bed and i am thirsty and i am gon
i am sleeping with a smile
i am quiet
repeat reuse on sundays

This german dude rules.

Photos from the last 3 months of Lantern Black Lodge life.

Thanks to our buddy Danozone at TheSkateBoardMag.com, MOAB is featured in Gareth Stehr’ Mag Minute.  Skater dudes in LA have really been showing lots of support for the metal scene and it’s much appreciated.  Gareth your clip goes off dude.  Thanks.

Winter is slowly coming to an end.  You can see it in the air on the faces around you.  Everyone is ready for change.  Unemployment rate in California is at 10%.  I am included.  Sometimes.  I can’t pay my DWP bill.  They knocked on my door.  She was small and looked scared.  I felt bad, she gave me 2 options.  “I have to turn off something, water or power”.  I sat and thought hard.  “Water I guess”.  It’s off now, I owe them $700 dollars.  It’s depressing, but what can you do.  I really don’t have any money, and I have been waiting on my unemployment checks to start coming for a month now.  It’s sad that California turns it’s people’s power off in times like these, or my case water.  It makes me complacent and I really never want to pay that bill now, but unforuntately I have to.  Thanks Uncle  Sam.

We at Trademark Recordings just released the grimmest black metal album album of the year, MURDER/SUICIDE.  Go to TRADEMARKRECORDINGS.COM/FREE for the EP.

Where are you John?  Let’s reunite Queensryche.

Film and art and music, they all mean the same thing to me when I reflect upon my association with life.  A film called “The Mirror” by Andrei Tarkovsky is the greatest and only work that needs my attention here in the 21st century.  It’s here forever and always needs to be returned to forever and ever.

what i’d be without you.

Best chorus ever possibly.

If you like any of the following bands or like me at all or even dislike me, show up and listen or punch me with a keyboard.  Myself, DJ Tom Hanks (Stay Bad) and guest DJ Christian Slater.  Haha.  Buddy movie nightmare DJ posse.

I am playing something like this for myself:

Abba

Andrew

AutoLux

Besnard Lakes

Black Heart Procession

Deer Hunter

Failure

Jerusalem

July

The Kinks

Le Orme

The Magnetic Fields

Mark Lanegan

Message

The Music Machine

My Bloody Valentine

Nektar

Procul Harum

Roger Rodier

Spiritulized

SWANS

The Velvet Underground

The Warlocks

Xu Xu fang

Yes

I am also playing other shit.  Whatever, just cum in buckets.

Best gift ever.  Thanks Jayme.

From the introduction.

The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed.  Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me.  I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out.  I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

There is an instrument called the quena made of human bones.  It owes its origin to the worship of an Indian for his mistress.  When she died he made a flute out of her bones.  The quena has a more penetrating, more haunting sound than the ordinary flute.

Those who write know the process.  I thought of it as I was spitting out my heart.

Only I did not wait for my love to die.

- Anais Nin

Trademark Tom is magick with LBL.  Thanks I guess.

HEADBANG FOR FREE.