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    Do Any Raccoons Speak Japanese?

    Posted on January 29, 2009 at 12:32 PM

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    Comments; An Update

    Posted on January 28, 2009 at 12:05 AM

    I.T. UPDATE: Issues with comment functionality have been solved. Thank you for your patience!

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    LA; Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

    Posted on January 27, 2009 at 11:46 AM

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    Sunrise airplane sized 

    "Ladies and gentlemen, At this time, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. We ask that your seat belt be correctly fastened, and that all carry-ons be stowed under the seat in front of you. Flight attendants, prepare for take off."

    Gulp.

    I bought this ticket on a whim about 2 hours ago. The sun is coming up and I’m sitting on a plane to LA with no clothes or toiletries. I’m starting to wonder if Apple might one day invent the technology for Breathalyzer attachments on laptops –a safeguard only permitting access to certain websites IF you prove sober enough. Sites like Orbitz.com, for example.

    I left the house with my blackberry charger and my toothpaste, and since I had that whole Palestinian chic, hill-dwelling warlord look going on, I was informed at the counter that I had been “randomly selected for a very special screening process.” Oh awesome. Turns out “very special” means “stand here off to the side while everyone else passes you in line. then we’re gonna pat down your dick and take your toothpaste.” My toothpaste? What is this world coming to. Still drunk so, ok I guess.

    Nauseous and hot, I look at the US Airways magazine for a distraction. Bad idea- turns out this month’s issue is basically a collection of glossy steak centerfolds and huge glamour shots of fried shrimp.

    i start rummaging through the seat pocket for the barf bag. Usually, i find them to be a convenient canvas for last-minute lyric ideas or sketches or something, but then there are times like this, when a barf bag really is just the most courteous place to aim your barf.  Only dry heave. NICE. Smile big at old lady next to me.

    Trip turned out to be an excellent idea. Drifting isn’t all that hard, and I got to see a lot friends like alain whyte, jeremy dawson, mikey, shannon leto, matt skiba, the licks, chris vrenna, etc..

    the sunshine was rejuvenating. 100 degrees warmer than Chicago. I napped on a waterbed on the rooftop of the Standard, attended a couple events and clubs etc... -But the highlights were really the simpler things, coffee with Elias and the one afternoon I spent sipping sake in a park and climbing trees. It was there that I got the inspiration for the greatest prog rock band name of all time: The Los Angeles Department of Water and Power. (All rights reserved)

    ashley olsen?

    Homeless_Yamanote sized

    leaning with confidence

    Homeless2 sized

    Maybe it’s the looming earthquake making everyone anxious, or maybe it’s the recession, but has anyone else noticed the bag people are getting super aggressive in Hollywood? Fucking piranhas

    "Do you have a cigarette?" "Ok here." "Can I have 2?" "No sorry." 'No? NO?! Gimme anodder one YOU FUCKINSONOFABITCHMOTHERFARGGHLJK Jeehhhhhh (cough) (Cough) ehhhhhh!  (cough) Aliens! Arggggg! (cough)" 

    Met an old black man in a hospital gown outside of Mel’s at 4am who was actually very nice. -said he liked my dark curly hair, which to him indicated that I am “mixed”, and therefore not Pure White Devil. He asked that i feel his hair, the texture of which he promised was like pure lambs wool, and i obliged. He went on to explain that although there is indeed the Blood of The Beast in me, that I am not truly a Light Skinned Demon. -That, like him, I am a descendent from Zion 6600 years ago and a member of the Superior Black Race. I was like, yeah, that’s great, you know? whatever it takes for you not to stab me, I guess.

    On my return flight the tiny lights of houses and cars looked like plankton glowing in the black sea and although I’m forever fond of LA, I was happy to have my giant concrete iceberg back.

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    Thank You Baby Girl

    Posted on January 23, 2009 at 05:04 AM

    just sayin


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    The Growing Allure of Escape Artistry

    Posted on January 22, 2009 at 12:57 AM

    “Vertigo is anguish to the extent that I am afraid not of falling over the precipice, but of throwing myself over.” –Sartre

    Chicago; AKA Gotham City. Blizzard. High today is 4˚. Fucking four? Yes FOUR. 

    Under these ominous clouds the entire city is monochromatic puke grey and it’s breaking my heart. Planning for my own personal prison break. Looking west in the spirit of youthful self-preservation and escape artistry. i need to be a fox on the run again. 

    Writing is still going well, 30 songs and counting, tho I’ve developed a certain knack for dropping picks into my acoustic guitar. it rattles like a rain stick every time I pick it up now.

    Cable box still remains intentionally unfixed. Random youtube clicking led to an interesting clip of a guy named David Berlinski speaking eloquently in favor of Intelligent Design theory. -which led me to other wiki searches: Evolution of the eye, Thomas Henry Huxley, Sharks, Agnosticism, the Cambrian explosion etc… 

    then a non sequitur transition into searching auction sites for portraits of Empress Josephine and Marie Antoinette neither of which i could ever afford, or anything once owned or created by Zelda Fitzgerald.

    from there i found an article on the history of wristwatches which of course you can't possibly read without then wanting to know every single detail about the great Brazilian balloonist/aviator Alberto Santos-Dumont. -search interrupted by an upsetting email from a confidant informing me that iTunes 8 Web Genius had made this brilliant recommendation: "You have ‘Believer’ by Kill Hannah. We think you might like 'Beyond Hell' by GWAR.”  Thanks steve jobs. Someone finally gets us.

    It was about this time that I realized that I hadn’t showered in a while and that spritzing my neck with the new Jean Paul Gaultier just makes me smell like a changing table. so, while i go delouse, here are a few random pics...

    doodle on my tablecloth

    Doodle sized

    reminds me of those old cecil beaton shots

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    katie's KH tat at kev's CSC sushi party

    Kh tatto sized

    some poser shot by p.randal
    Mat_devine-1 sized 

    plates i really want
    Platinum-Chandeliers-plates sized 

    my heroes
    Robert sized 

    wine and glove - CSC party
    Wine and glove sized 

    still frame 
    My tv sized

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    Dead birds, The silver lining of lunacy, PLUS more pics from my Blackberry

    Posted on January 8, 2009 at 11:59 PM

    "Test all things and cling to that which is good." 1 Thes. 5:2

    always liked that quote. Had no idea it was biblical. Doesn't ruin it for me, just makes it very... ironic. knowing the kinds of things I've 'tested.'

    hello raccoons. I hope all your dreams for 2009 come true.

    isolated myself once again- in full-throttle head-on cabin fever recluse mode to finish writing the new KH material. artistically this is the best place we’ve ever been. Truly pushing ourselves farther on this recording. Farther? Further?  I’m so fried. Can't wait to release these songs. esp the song Radio that we debuted at NH4X6.

    Slumped at the laptop perpetually. Breaking only to sleep an hour at a time, drink wine (lately mostly brolo di campofiorin 2004 masi, and a shiraz called The Watcher) or eat something weird (I overcooked spaghetti with sauce, but it was the last food in the house, so to avoid shopping, I tried pressing the spaghetti into a giant pasta bar. Total Fail.)
    my slouch has officially reached Quasimodo status. Almost a full hunchback!  A few more weeks and it will fully calcify and I’ll have a shell like a turtle… and months later i'll water it and it will fully metastasize into a giant grotesque conch shell that I will sleep in.

    Beales_of_grey_gardens_sized

    my cablebox broke last month. Cool, I thought. one less distraction. Thing is tho, I just ended up watching Heat and outtakes of Talladega Nights like 25 times cos they're the only DVDs I own. so I started reading more.

    Read about Fantomas- the early French pulp cult villain/hero.

    read about Laika, the soviet space dog- sent on suicide mission. Inspired me to write a song with that name.

    read about the new Icon A5 sport aircraft with folding wings. want one badly. 

    Read more about The Beales of Grey Gardens.. The charmingly insane Long island aristocrats who, in the 70's, wore furs and diamonds as their mansion collapsed around them... spent their days dancing, singing, wearing towels on heads and feeding raccoons with bread.

    Learning more about the science of sleep. Theta, delta, SWS (slow wave sleep)—experts call it ‘restorative’. That’s the kind I never get. 

    Searched for sensory deprivation chambers in Chicago- let you know how that goes. 

    Looked into buying a portable breathalyzer for fun. may throw a Breathalyzer themed party where the highest score gets a prize.

    Read about a ghost town called Montserrat.  A volcanic eruption covered the entire town in ash. All residents vanished. I want to shoot a KH video there.

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    Oh, and is Time Warp from Rocky Horror truly the worst song ever written? I defy anyone to name a song that sucks more. I hear it and I want to throw myself into a fucking fire. Every time.

    I do miss my cable. I miss Bizarre foods with Andrew Zimmern, I miss Survivorman and I miss the History Channel. On the verge of total burnout yesterday i found myself drawing a list of ridiculous fake death metal band names and logos.. so far I have:
    POISON SUMAK 
    KLUSTERFUK
    FIGHT FUCK
    SOLAR URTICARIA
    and
    PHOTODERMATOSIS

    The last two are actually just the medical names for severe allergies to sunlight.
    -then i came up with some song names:

    Motherfucking Russia
    Use Me for Sex
    The Captain Has Now Turned On The Suck My Dick Light
    My Cupcake Empire
    This Is Complete Fucking Bullshit You Know It And I Know It
    (Everyone Is On) Abe Vigoda Death Watch
    The Day I Decided To Start Making Incredible Art
    The Day I Decided To Start Hating Artists

    Then I uploaded some pics from my blackberry

    black swan living in pond with big plastic white swan boats. sad.
    Black_swan_sized

    cool chandelier
    Chandelier_2_sized

    dead bird on sidewalk
    Dead_bird_sized

    my niece
    My_niece_sized

    another cool chandelier
    Mat_chandelier_sized

    my nephew Will and his cape
    Will_sized

    old starlet
    Starlett_sized

    thrift store treasure. mexican superhero/vampire/wrestler glass figurine. why does he have a dead cat and a tube of toothpaste at his feet. why why why. stunning.
    Mexican_superhero_sized

    And here are a few random KH images from 2008 that were just emailed to me

    recent photoshoot
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    KH in germany
    Band_cologne_sized

    tagging KH logo on berlin wall
    Berlin_wall_sized

    sweden
    Emeliescamera1_sized

    kerrang
    Kerrang1108_sized

    KH and Ville
    Kh_and_vile_sized

    cleveland
    Tour_3_sized

    Now back to the cave.

     

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