Ghost!

I sold my car and decided to rough out a Syracuse Winter with a bicycle that Holly bought me for my birthday. Oh, and I have a new tattoo of a helm I designed a long time ago. Its on my left arm now and you can barely see it in the photo below but I'll post a better pic sooner or later.

so the ivory trade has been on a hiatus for about a month. i'm not sure whats going on. meanwhile, i've been talking to my friend aaron who wants to have me play bass for his band (think russian circles, explosions in the sky, etc). i'm still thinking about that. I'm also considering doing solo stuff under the moniker "king of nothing". so, we'll see how this pans out. www.myspace.com/thekingofnothings

more pics on flickr.

Here are some images from the ivory trade show at Castle Rockmoore...
photo cred: WWW.ERIKINO.COM

the new sigur ros album is nice.
keith, justin & i are recording this month for the ivory trade's new ep.
meagan & i will be collaborating for an art show or two in the fall this year.
the ivory trade is playing a show july 12th. i have flyers i'll put up around syracuse when july rolls around.

a beer before bed keeps this stuck in my head.

it could contain your hopes and dreams which you eat away in 5-10 minutes. i'd call it "Fritter Flakes".

Oh, a heart. A heart is found without blister or boil. It is held without warning or foul play and no one is the wiser of its greatness. I tend to forget when and where it began to salivate for my tongue. A bleeding flesh-wound could not argue against its demands; and when it calls, you answer a hundred times. “Yes!”

Yes, the heart is a tricky devil; blinding vision and clarity with its pride. And to the heart, only the bearer remains truly righteous. Once, set on its desires, there is neigh an enemy great enough to stop its fury. When consumed by it, you will find yourself in the gravest of companies. For there, in the belly of the beast, you will shake hands with them: Greed, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy and Sloth. The Seven Deadly Sins, like the Four Horsemen, were born of the flesh. They are destroyers of men. And the heart is their king.

Thursday morn, the hunt began. Through the trees & weeds; over rock and dirt and bone and blood the men clamored for glory. Throwing their weight against each other; each one lusted after the sweetness of victory and when it came, its pockets were rich & deep indeed. But nothing is free in this world. They must sacrifice what matters the most in times of passion and struggle. The heart. Yes, the blood organ. No veins or tunnels of atrophy, no red meat or cold, blue arteries; just the heart. And when the victor came down the mountain, he was no longer a man, but a hollow beast. He had tasted of her lips & legs and found satisfaction.

Her mane in his face, he stuck to his mantra, “I no longer stand on two legs or wander in vain. No longer filthy with shame. No more body giving way. No disease or decay or begging for you to stay. It was the dust from whence I came, and to the dust will I remain”.

A riverbed couldnt hold us back
I was a brick, but now I'm cement.
Beaver is building a home
out of sticks & stones.
Bumblebee is building a city
from milk & honey.

I cant see the big picture.
We're sinking ships when we whisper.
Making mistakes like we do
I cant help but love you.

In my head, I wish I was dead
cause I see ghosts hiding under the bed
and skeletons inside the closet.
You are closer to me.
You are everything.
You are closer to me
than the wind in the sails on my sea
or the whales chasing tails on the beach.

I need a new profession.

it snowed a lot today! blizzard!
then holly & i went to get booze down in armory square.
it takes a lot of want for alcohol for two people to go out into the tundra for some brew.
sweet sweet brew.

i, finally, saw brand new in rochester (RIT) but i was really disappointed.
disappointed because of the shitty 13 year olds for being alive and at that show, ruining it.
who moshes to brand new? tell me. seriously.
also, why do 13 year olds even listen to brand new. i was listening to them in high school.
strange.

at least brand new sounded amazing. great performance.
olp is still the best show i've ever seen.

BN SETLIST
limousine
welcome to bangkok
sic transit gloria... glory fades
the archer's bows are broken
the shower scene
not the sun
me vs. maradona vs. elvis
Oh Comely (Neutral Milk Hotel Cover)
play crack the sky
luca
handcuffs
sowing season (yeah)
jesus christ
you wont know
millstone
degausser
welcome to bangkok (reprise)