Sept. 26, 2021 – The 12th Letter

Remember when I said I hadn’t done any music during Covid? Yeah, well it seems that was a fib. This is a collection of previously unused music written between about 1984 and 2007 that I thought it would fun to demo and fashion finished songs out of over the last year. They’re arranged more or less chronologically as originally conceived (I cheated here and there) and they’re titled after the succession of most of the bands that I was in throughout that span. Some of those bands recorded and toured internationally, some lasted a couple of practices. The conceit is that the concerns addressed by the song named for one band are those of a person who imagines himself in the next band on the list; the preoccupations of the day girt in the motley of the next action taken. These songs are dense with jokes that only I get, references to other songs – my own and others’, and recurring lyrical images of identity, transformation, the topography of unfilled spaces, and things that take on power and significance as they wane. Regarded all together, they present a Bildungsroman of sorts, or likely a bull-dung’s roman, as subjective recollections of emotionally loaded and temporally distinct inner states must always be taken with various portions of salt. Some of them very large indeed. Do unreliable narrators own up to it? A fifty-year-old looking for something worthy in the heedlessness and insecurity of his former selves, and sometimes finding it.
Proud and fortunate to feature contributions from Paul Rigby, Martin Tielli, Christine Fellows, Meredith Bates, John Korsrud, Hugh Jarms, and Michael Jung. Monies received for the download of this album will be forwarded to Girls’ Rock Camp Vancouver.

Gormful In Maya

Gormless: an unpaired word meaning obtuse, slow-witted, or otherwise lacking in vim.

Maya: in Hindu, Buddhist, and other cosmologies, the world of magic and illusion positioned between ourselves and the true fabric of existence, which we perceive as reality.

Make of that what you will. If there’s a theme to these ten songs, I’m not aware of what it could be. Out today!

Wilkommen zu

Bonne année, tout le monde. 2018 will be remembered as the year that saw the release (FINALLY!) of The Vengeance Trio’s second album, Expensive Tissue, Strength Of Materials entering the studio to offer adornment to new recordings by The New Pornographers, a reunion with the group that plucked me from the pit and set my feet on the path of righteousness, Jr. Gone Wild (as well as sittings-in with both D.O.A. and Roots Roundup!), and a successful solo tour of Europe which saw me sharing the stage once more with the estimable Tom Holliston. The year concluded with an act of piracy, as the domain name lapsed (owing to my own dunderpatedness, it is true) and was instantaneously snatched by extortionist robot blackguards who thought to ransom it back to me. Well, fuck them. We were all getting a little tired of the vintage 2007 html look, were we not? Va bene. When life gives you lemons, yadda-yadda. What we have here is an OPPORTUNITY. Welcome to, which I can feel in my marrow, as I sit here drinking wine that’s been sitting open since New Year’s and listening – don’t ask me why – to Bruckner’s third symphony, is going to be the best website I’ve ever had. I may not even subject it to criminal neglect! Continue to watch this space as I learn all about how to make it more beautiful for you, and grow comfortable enough with your presence to share secrets. Until then I’ll see you in Seattle for upcoming shows from The Smugglers and Victims Family! Starting off mighty fine in 2-0-1-9…