"Free music for the People :: free People for the Music"

[est'd 2004 A.D. :: New Jersey]

Friday, August 27, 2010

SATURDAY AUG 28TH // COME DRINK BOOZE

this is going to be sick as hell. huge pupils did an impromptu set last saturday at a show i played with dark surfers and BLEW ME AWAY. come on out.

this is huge pupils, recorded live in May :: http://www.sendspace.com/file/t7xrsd

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

it's wednesday, and if you're reading this

you should go see wisdom tooh later on ::

Monday, August 23, 2010

FUN&GUNS&DRUGS

LETS START A MILITIA

WE'VE GOT FUN&GUNS

WE'VE GOT FUN&GUNS

WE'VE DRUGS&GUNS

AND WE'RE GONNA KILL EVERYONE

DAMN THIS SHIT IS FUN

FUCK THIS SHIT IS FUN

WE'RE IT, WE'RE EVERYTHING

FUCKHEADS LOOK AND SEE

I'M THE RADDEST BEING

I'M THE ONE

WE'RE GUNNA KILL THE GOVERNMENT

CAN'T STOP THIS KIND OF FUN

LETS KILL THE ARMY!

FUCK YEH THIS SHIT IS IT

KILL THE PASTOR

THEN KILL YOUR MOM

WE'RE GONNA KILL EVERYONE

AND DROP THE ATOM BOMB

SO LETS KILL EACH OTHER

AND THERE WAS NO ONE

BUT WE HAD SO MUCH FUN

WITH OUR FUN&GUNS

WITH OUR FUN&GUNS

WITH OUR GUNS&DRUGS

WE KIILED EVERYONE

WITH FUN&GUNS AND GUNS&DRUGS

WE HAD SO MUCH FUN

NOW THERES NO ONE

JUST GUNS&DRUGS

GUNS&DRUGS

GUNS&DRUGS

GUNS&DRUGS

GUNS&DRUGS

Prophet happy

On a grassy knoll a boy was born

He will be a miracle the stories told


When the boy was 3 he was lit on fire as he danced in the trees


At five he decided he wanted to die. So he tied one end a rope to a protruding rock and around his neck. He jumped off the cliff and began to fly.


When he was 8 the world knew nothing of his suffering and what it was to be alive. So he captured the king and drew his blood with a knife. In red he wrote a constitution of the living spirit.


When he was 13 he'd seen enough and started digging. By now he'd decided life could be worth living, but not here. So he leaped into his unmarked grave and sailed to other worlds below. The people murmured and mourned his death the many years that he was gone.


At 25 five he arose again, coming to fruition on the floor of a cave. All the people he gathered and forgave, for he had a message for them. As he spoke a cloud of dust formed around him with each breath he took. Floating above, as if it were heaven's hand reaching, he began to tell the truth. And he said, "Happiness comes only from within. The other worlds exist inside of you."

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

i'm trash/i'm trash/i'm trash/i'm trash



i love this band. barns, beers, joints, fire-blowing by terbo, bon-fires, pitch black muddy pond-swimming, a capella caveman bridge jams in the heat of summer -- all good things and plenty of good people. except your girlfriend's dad dreaming up ways to cut you down in your sleep. that's some paranoia with a lot of truth. anyway... Heaven Hill EP is only 4 tracks (unfortunately) and the first and last track are the same exact song... if that was intentional, that's genius. if it wasn't... well... punk rock. hells bells. check out this record while the summer's still hot. AND PLAY IT LOUD.


Monday, August 16, 2010

Ecstasy or somthin' else/The South and a long lost Father

I have so many of these boxes – see how they balance in their shapes and sizes? Each is as sturdy as a corner stone or whatever you call that pressurdedly floating rock in the arches of antiquity or whatever. People thought I was Santa. I don’t know if it was the ecstasy or the boxes, I guess both… And these other pills, I knew I was him too, But I didn’t give any away that I remember. I’m patient as a swamp; it’s where I was brought up. We were born and raised that way but I knew on the highway I was an alligator with rockets, waiting to be found (beat) And here you are! 32 years of birthday presents…lets see…scuba gear to fit a beaver like when you were five. Oh! I got these rocks when I climbed a mountain and them and all the others saved my life and I figured maybe they could save yours too someday… Not that you need saving! – we ALL need saving Jesus, Oh Lord, I and you do too. Here’s a lampshade I used to use to stop my thinkin’. No need to leave the rocking chair when the rocking chair’s enough.

This is my favorite Son: Here's my kidney incase you need it or are starving. I’m sure mine has a finish of possum tail, whiskey maybe, yeah whiskey for sure. Oh and here’s your mother’s hand that fat shit horror. Had to pay $200 to have her body removed from the top floor. I’m amazed that ring didn’t snap off that potato thumb years ago but its yours in the will so here ya go. I didn’t know how else to get it to ya but the rottins well on its way, The maggots’ll make it twice as new. Here’s a treasure map I made when I was drunk. I don’t know where it starts or what’s at the end – Always hoped it would be another map but I didn’t know where to begin. I love walking somewhere even if I never get there. We should follow this map together and I swear you can eat me first; This aged meat’ll taste twice as nice and I want you to procreate.

OH! and a code to the sperm bank storage. (points) See the vials? Fill em full with your juice all the way through and swap em’ out cause I figure money ain’t winning, its lineage. And with al these boxes kid I know you’re gonna win. You’ll have so many kids you can crowd surf in heaven but I’ve never been. (looks at watch) Bout time now isn’t it? (Pulls a knife from his side and stabs him self quick twice in the heart and hands the knife to his son)

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Friday, August 13, 2010

Your Life as a Kite/John Carnival

Alien Father is playing tonight (Friday the 13th) at the basement gallery in Ewing (fb event page) with Good Time Island, Bro's Burger Hut, a Swedish punk band, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Cop Magnet. come out and get your black magik on.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

the shitsleeper and i are going to 30 rockefeller to go be "band bench guests" for the filming of jimmy fallon tomorrow. the walkmen are the musical guest. watch the episode, see us rage hard for lisbon.

please be aware that we will be photographed. our entrance into the studio will serve as a voluntary agreement to appear in scenes to be exhibited as part of this or any other production in any and all media throughout the world in perpetuity, including in advertisements and promotions.

a hat-trick by Costado




from the brains of ricky lorenzo, guitarist for the venerable Bordentonian trio the Timid Roosevelts (and former metal bassist)... three albums to download so start gettin. sing a song to the mess of guitars and the white-noise madness... because you wish my bloody valentine weren't such pussies and recorded more albums in less time, because slowdive were english and not american, because the dominican republic is probably as warm as these records, because it'll be fun for you and yours. enjoy it!

Thy Burden @ Gypsy Fest FRIDAY 8/13!

http://nygypsy.com/default.aspx

Thy Burden (myspace) is playing this festival on friday night, 7pm for FREE!!! its a 3 day long fest, but only one chance to see em...

The progression into dirt (but who could draw with air)

Conor,
I wanted post the oldest words I could find...sounds arriving soon. And Tapes tapes tapes! Oh taps! I will wait to post more before I explode under the ocean so that you will be ready when it rains. Let me know what is alright, what you want this to be and how it can be that when there is so much silence in the sound


SPARKLE TOURISM



air hits my face (and it never stops)

it comes from, from ancient GUNS

``````blown far AWAY

years ago

across the stars watching the earth

or the dirt

where my path can be traced

from

above ground.


Signals of sounds surround

grey colors I hear nothing

but I have read about a satellite

satellite breeze choking

me

towards my friends


the magnetic ones


We escape into that satellite because we had plans to start a fire but the sun rose and there is was head floating head breathing air shrinking this balloon suffocating us and stretching we can see outside ourselves more more the moment before we stop knowing

I wonder what shaped we would make?

dead in elastic without space outlines meant to separate seeded pedals

we are

one invisible flower

and we have

a message


Who do you want to touch?always? What do you want to lose in yourself and what would you give everything to lose yourself in?

because scattered fight in all directions.

is Seeking chance - W/O being

and being.

As responsive as

cosmetic as


rain drops


could ever be

in a tornado

could ever be

together


my fall my limbs

DROP

away


WITHOUT KNOWING HOW OR WHOM (but I know its not him)

pray

for fresh ground

.

FOR TAMUR (this is what you've done to me)

and I thought the thoughts were something coming from, but the germs dispute the meaning of our crying. a better world for circles made of foot steps

w/o flying and know one nose, i know i fuck'd it up. buried Genes said it out "I do" guess the grass is dying for a reason because I haven't fed it yet. This is the reason I'm really dying - without a change= is a silence and I want this grass to grow. a knighted (a) shape (b) white or © black it ends - the ends of which no ones know. 1 dream, comatose, one thought 3000 years a chronic, disney forgotten think feathers instead of ears. One regret. Mao the chair man, break a piece off, forgot to try so I drank a 40 and threw him in the river, where i will stab washingsington as an indian cause everyone deserves a second chance. a person should be a name in equal parts, and washington is not a man, whose fabric woven foundations of the powers seeing black for death … unless white can use their machinery, the biggest power, wrong Washington. You must have been in so much pain. Luck a sign, i go thru doors but your pain was only a door to breath and water, food to live and lead and money money be man dear old dear old Washingtan. make what i love while .... sex aint true


I float in a cover above darkness

i float in a boat darkest silent for not a moon a light is something other.

i world a place i lost it fall to wonder

i wonder's a mistake jump'd in illusion. ask DR. You are not gliding

You are flying


P.S. I have SOO much writing. Booms, how do you feel about me posting my own writing on the blog?

I am T.A.E. Quilty


Hello,
My name is Taylor and I know many of you here. For those of you who don't know who I am well, fuckin' HELLO! I've decided its about damn time I contribute to this community that has changed who I am, who I want to be, who I know I can become, and how I think. Bio: I'm the smartest dumb kid you will ever meet. To further introduce myself, when I first discovered music I was 18 years old. I had never listened. But I listened and I made noise but I never played and I never will. I make things not bands. I write noise not songs. I have one piece of paper produced when I began to build the ever more defective machine I now operate. Its more then two years old and imperfect but its where I began. I also recorded music during the same period of time. Alec has all of it. I have lost it all. I lose everything. Backpack friends thank you, thank you. Here it is and nice to meet you:

P.S. I am off to Baltimore where I will be confined to the grounds of a psychiatric hospital. I will have a computer. Please contact me. Expect many updates from the mentally ill and fully aware. I know the truth and that is why I'm scared.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

DarKSurfers & the Yawns

^on tour with Wisdom Tooth

up above in the yellow-hair, black glasses and bald chin... feeding ducks, living on the road... is chris yaple. in the next month or so ("hopefully"), the ever-talented, ever-tall Mr. Yaple of the Wisdom Tooth*/Alien Father clans will be releasing a tape to the few and the proud who'll get their ears attached and their brains spun round in the best of ways. expect lead guitars like an autistic east-coast stevie malkmus, chord progressions that remind you of your grandma's prom**, melodies as easy to sing along to and as righteous as the jersey-bred fist-pumping misfits//though in a drunk christmas kind of way, & deep*** mantras of lyrics to get you far distances. it's a good driving record. i've been listening to it at work though -- it just about made my boss twist. find your mom's favorite battery-powered beach boombox and stick in the cassette. after each song, finish a brandy alexander... in between sides, make more. then make a record. (just a suggestion)... go find yaple and tell him you want one (cuz i know you do)... hope ya enjoy it when it comes out, for now you only get the track-listing ::

1. Bury Me
2. Cold Winter Nights
3. Pamela (the Pentagram Girl)
4. Drunk Planet (Me & My Satanic Babe) / "Planet Drunk"?
5. My Witch

for further inspection ::
DarkSurfers & the Yawns myspace

* more on WT later... gawd bless john andrews
** that era back before rock'n'roll got so complicated with acid/fat elvis/disco coke/AIDS/E/adderall/& on and on along chronos until we lost the roll except for the oft-cheesy throwback like basketball jerseys of ballers who'd already passed on short-shorts....
*** like a hole is deep, and like an ocean's got salty high-pressure depth, and like barry white had a deep voice, but it's like if barry white was white and possessed by something satanic. whatever you do, listen to darksurfers instead of beat happening... if you live on the east coast, it'll be a wise wise decision

Saturday, August 7, 2010

livin' large like a garbage barge

SUNFLOWER, the full-length album by SWEATMACHINE is HERE!!

<a href="http://sweatmachine.bandcamp.com/album/sunflower">Prune Juice by SWEATMACHINE</a>

Pay whatever you want. You should be familiar with the concept.

It would all be 100% free, but I just quit my office job to work at Mercy Sound Recording Studios as an unpaid intern, so if you would like to support my musical excursions and prevent any further administrative duties on my part, please bust out your debit/credit card(s) and make a small donation.

As always, I'll be extremely honored if anybody even listens. So, if you don't have any bread, then don't pay.

Enjoy.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Timid Roosevelts LIVE @ The Old Driveby

©alcipher&co.018

Arcade Fire Live on the Internet

Arcade Fire. Tonight at 10 Pm. Live on the internet from Madison Square Garden.

HERE.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Murder Boats live @ Ewing Basement Gallery

related to the post two down...

lite copypasta

http://myspace.com/floridaequalsdeath
http://myspace.com/mothernightnb
http://myspace.com/thebunnybrains
http://myspace.com/pileof
http://myspace.com/fathistorymonth
http://myspace.com/beespellingbee

thank Curt (Ugh God)

ewing basement show last night

+ electricity + bass + tara toms + drums =

Murder Boats. Murder Boats stole the show.
got cds from Derrick Hart (he's got issues with god & jesus-as-god), Teaadora (gypsy softness) and two from Minor Broadcast (portland oregon soft/folk -- bedroom weather EP and 5 days in orbit).
Haunted Houses played too. gotta love a live drumset. much respect to the yelp.

but Murder Boats stole the show.
and I don't have a cd from them :: this is making my tuesday worse than it should be.

fortunately, there's this -- a lot of live show recordings. i'm about to start weeding through them//starting my collection.

peace & love,
conor

Monday, August 2, 2010

attention nodes ::

drop out of college, educate yourself -> become part of the collective brain -> make something above the self -> laugh with life


this has been a public service announcement from tamur.