You know, I was talking with a friend last night about noise music and jam bands and how both are masturbatory but neither of us liked the other thing. I was pondering while listening to one of my own noise creations, what it is about a droning sonic assault that really pulls my heartstrings? I think there’s something about precious moments. Like when you’re riding the schoolbus in the rain and you’re watching the windshield wipers. They have different rhythms but once and a while they just synchronize and everything is perfect. Two things that are related to one another, stepping in and out of synch creating chaos and perfection time after time on a cycle of daily rhythms. This is also what I appreciate about life and I think that reflects in a lot of the music I make and admire. 

Outside underwhelming bars
I used to stain black pavement with a
squashed, burning mass of cigarette butts straight down
beyond the sick city sewer systems which were
still full of the infinite excrement of rats and bums
our trash burrowed deep, finally laying at rest
in the molten heart of mother earth.
She swells on environmental agony
as my molten heart engulfs the anxiety of arguments.
I flee for I fear the beast of heavy, uncoordinated conversation
will strike me dumb with its confounding teeth
and I will be left with nothing to say.

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Performed by Two Modern Blokes with special guest Eduardo Suave.

Drop the kids off at Grandma’s it’s time for cool dads to bro it down and jam it up!

(Photo adapted from susteph.)

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