launched into the breach

writ on monday morning as sunrise spoke.

Got back from the sweat shop and pounding drums for hours - DaveW leads with the absolve of an abandoned dragster-demon and our direction is at his mercy, sending us signals with his contortions and body undulations; a secret language of spasm.
At points we play songs that either compress or purge great washes of sound that sweep around the room, worrying from the speakers and heads, finally filling the damp decrepit rental space up to the leaky pipes on the ceiling. Even with earplugs the frequencies that accumulate form sonic seawalls breaking against my flesh, my teeth, my bones.

tour trailer.

Unceasing rituals follow each other in the white hills lair at all hours. After the show at secret project robot studios in Brooklyn last night we lit toilet paper as it spooled out across the ground while piling red glitter into the sprawling night air. The hippo-squirrel also became center piece in an ornate 8 point star drawn on the floor in soap, candles burning incense and the damp air of rain mixing in my brain, partially clothed with ceremonial robes and wraps. We spoke of shoes and ships and ceiling wax pouring ounces-to-pounds of liquid courage into a challis and adding the crushed blackened hibiscus and st.James wort until it was fortified completely. Memories get fuzzy at this point and somehow I shrunk back to my normal size and lost consciousness around sunrise.

Ego makes her traps, her pretty evil metal snares full of all manner of delicious intentions. They seem so lovely at first glance, shiny coppery cages holding chocolates, confections, pastries looking like an invitation to pure joy. looking closer delicate tiny spikes can be made out across all of the grid lines. the maze of miniature dangerous looking thorns and barbs clearly challenge a bloody treat if one is not careful. the taste is probably worth the bandages.

Scary.

I welcome this interesting but odd break from the normal routine of my life, while the benefits of this 'conditioning' may not seem obvious I have faith this tour will not leave me without having my inner eye expanded, my mind shattered by the galactic musical journey into the reaches of space.

The show at (wait for it) Secret Project Robot @ Monster Island was amazing, those French guys rocked some space-tastic noisey shuffle stomp - of which I did some, and it was so nice. And by nice I mean you are crying yourself to sleep 'cause you weren't there.