The MySpace radio monopoly and the airwaves boycott

Rupert Murdoch is such a fucking sell out and I hate the Gorillaz despite help, I like big tits I like big tits I like big tits. That son of a bitch and bastard really jinxed the shit out of me. I was ready to record with a singer songwriter and he offered me the chance to change my name when he revoked it and changed it back to the old revisionist unfriendly format despite my friend network (in vain conditionally without of my control) and relative publicity. I can't even use the profile I created because I can't change the header from Panthropomorphication which included the note (bass seeking full piece) even if I were able to form a band under that nomination. All I can promise is within the distant future another wave of music less lackluster to enlighten the equilibrium of listeners as the ultimate muse despite environmental stressors, one that will supercede radio by a boycott just as naturally arbitrary or preternatural as the material itself and reduce the name dropping facet of the music industry back to word of mouth. The status quo is indifferent to talent.

Pachuco Negatory Statements

That's cute Maximonious. I think it would be called Pachuco Negatory Statements. Hey, guess what I'm doing that stint again with the Drive By Trucker's meets Propagandhi and drum machine like ZZ Top. I'm just taking your word for it that Panthropomorphication or Doomsday Roleplay, regardless... whatever name we do this under would be better off pitched to Six Gun Lover Records out of Austin because JB is my friend on Facebook. I don't even know your last name, Max. By the way, sorry about this morning. I was in a sour mood because I couldn't get to sleep but I found my broken Threatener cd for download free on mediafire. That's rad, I had missed that as you could tell. If you can host a site for me to upzine Buddyhead that would be fun, but I don't have the funding. Or do you want my blog about Night Terrors?

"You should start a zine whose content would just be email communiques."

Max, Like, what it is that I do is pretty bomb. Sine waves are analogous to brain wave lengths and I just synchronize the numbers so it recapitulates rapid eye movement or theta wave phase sleep. Its a meditation. Let's talk music for a second. You really should leave the grindcore alone it is a dying trend that even Pig Destroyer needs to put aside despite "Terrifyer"'s genre defiance. Power violence, it is all too blurts of audacious rhythm section atmospherics. I'll handle your pumpkin metal. I'm just asking for you to reach out to bands more like AC4, older Propagandhi featuring John or Jord on back up vox, and "Nervous Breakdown" era Black Flag. Who could top them besides a little Employer, Employee? I am not looking to, or for someone to. All that bravado is in the fucking dust, man. In the dust of blastcore, tradition we have allowed to slip out of our hands or somehow stolen from us... thusly is in need of more guitar driven fastcore from your demographic. I would rather listen to Discarga than some new atmospheric blunder from those nice young men in SFN you are corrupting by spoon feeding narcotics to them. It is indicative of cocaine to be swigged or insufflated, and good for the common cold whence swigged on. Keep is acid in SF. I have every reason in the world to believe the fate of pumpkin metal relies upon the liberal usage of mid grade drugs such as bubblegum hashish and yerba mate, to put things in perspective. I am only expecting you to cut out all the silly bravado and release more Destroyer and Threatener type material from your label, unless in which case I am going to have to make it available. Everything so contrived, and lackluster you hear? We need you a full throttle thrash engine on your roster. Fucking forget it man, tying off your loose ends?

Night Terrors

1. You got caught in the 70's, like the end of them... haha. I drove past Matthew McConaghey's house and threw M-60's at it with my best bud because he moved to Tarrytown HAHAHAHAHAHA. I want to know if that was the night he got caught naked with a bong. That would be cool. I moved to Allendale for you after all... because I thought you made the whole movie, not to seem obsessive and I am sorry you haven't gotten much work since. You're pretty nonchalant. I was after weed like Gunnar, though I heard he got far worse than me in law school of all places and I am not acting like Stefan saying all lawyers just stay up all night on meth just to study their cases and make notes like I do. I'm coocoo. There was this kid who stalked me and got the faggots to whisper about how I hear voices at Hendrix and I've cracked it, just because he is SENSUOUS and says coocookaroo after reading a piece of erotica that isn't literature for shit without the same feeding the chickens curse I put on his lips that sunrise, doesn't mean I am a gay wad. He cursed my mom. She's dead. I say we make a movie with Linklater about it. I'll write for his whole interludes. There was a good one right there. Its a start, and I don't know about you but I am hispanic not chicano... not like it matters, to anyone but a gaywad Lithuanian from Colorado.

D.

Waking Life, Night Terrors

Hey bud, THAT raspberry lemonade those kids sold you with invega boiled into it was made from fresh squeezed laundry

2. Night terrors are like this... thinking your parents are fucking and that one of them is your half brother, being awakened by the full moon at camp when her name is Wulff after all and acting like her brother when he was found in his undies in the front lawn of his house in Highland Park or somewhere around there regardless of whether I was asking for gum or feeding the chickens, being coked up at college and obsessed with elves and Balrogs frivolously trying to obsess the crowd with my panache, then getting too afraid to sleep on medication after someone told me succubi prey on monks who only needed to say they were of some odd faith to be messed around with in his own private bedroom wherever, its still as weird to this day. I had a dream about college the other night and I am convinced that it has something to do with teleportation at sunrise after Sunday's 24 hour DAY OF rest like the morning after shrugging it off and realizing later how realistic that dream about windigo penises was when I was in Margaret Box' shower naked with her being told I look fatter than hell and that my dick wasn't as big as bath bubbles... must be this tall to ride this ride. I was convinced she was at Chelsea Clinton's wedding afterparty. Maybe so. I just think the thought of a movie encompassing this theme at college would be easy to write with cocaine, call it yerba mate if you will... call it "Night Terrors". I just don't think this could work with anyone other than Linklater. I had some old footage from acid reformatory that I tried to pitch to Sofia Coppola. She just used the treatment "Change mask" in "Somewhere" but hadn't already done a movie, like Blood The Last Vampire... called Waking Life.

d's z's

David F. McCullar

The gist is attack the night time from post teenage bloodlust, maybe just for a grieving recovering addict, it involves sleep... fighting insomnia from many different perspectives. We could get some weird shit in there from my experience and it doesn't have to be anything like about me. I think there is a party troupe into for a grandoise outro involving conquering the insomnia beast regulating melatonin, dimethyltryptamine, seratonin levels on a regulated preternatural schedule such as dosing with ayahuasca to watch every full moon set

starting with a group of protagonists,

David F. McCullar

3. Wiley,

I'm not too proud to see you post the Sorry, Thanks link... not like as if I was worried it was made in a day as a response to my pitch last night. I just think you deserve a more kitschy premise though. While I am an aspiring sound technician and clinical psychologist, I dabble in expressive literature. Will Dowdy, you know... Dowdy Bushem's brother put it best, I have a knack for coining phrases but it goes beyond that. I mean maybe not if y'all would think "fresh squeezed laundry" was the selling point of my vibe thereto, though I tend to be able to connect some epochal typography. I'm taking yerba mate tomorrow by the pint, some odd few. I can promise I will rant and rave, but if you participate between now and then I will have a new idea to lend toward. The idea I had was basically curing a full blown schizophrenic's insomnia in college by the administration of ayahuasca by preternatural chronology. Somnambulism plays into it (man you can ask Will about that), so does other things I didn't mention like psychokinesis (remote viewing and in lucidity), Sunday the day of rest, and Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. It is meant as a message to M.I.T. about everything I have learned in leisurely pursuits. Please give me a great big old shout about this, I will be a writing spiel machine tomorrow night after walking off a bit of that.

D's Z's,

David F. McCullar

4. What are we going to do to them? We're going to throw this movie at them. The whole movie should center around the Robert Anton Wilson book Masks Of the Illuminati just for the induction into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Without fairies and labrynths, we could create a fantasy involving people like you and me communicating by all means of hypnagogic contrast. These guys? They say they are Arkansas' Three Six Mafia. Let's say they bark like dogs and we don't mention wolves. We just talk about Dianic Witchcraft. Some kids on the hunt for a nap. He can't win his prize unless he gets his "Dionysian Soma" on THIS continent. They're starting to make him mad. Every time he wakes up he thinks someone has been talking to him in his sleep and starts to blame it on telepathy and teleportation. Everything seems vivid, the joke is he dreamt he crashed a car the same day Tiger Woods lost his cool. Everybody says he hears voices. The voices don't sound like noises though. He hears voices specifically, only can't discern anything but his own during sleep. They must be stalking him. All he wants is a circadian rhythm. Except, nobody tells him he's a psychic. The more he worries the more powerful he becomes, microcosmic perturbation (during sleep, most notably at sunrise and especially at the setting of a full moon) begets macrocosmic perturbation. These guys get scared when he meets a shaman because they teach eachother how to perceive at dawn after a full moon how to perceive the instantaneous speed of light by all synapses of their brain firing as once.

YEA HUH,

D.

5. these guys in Night Terrors, Wiley... your name's Marshall and I'm better of called some name you could make up that would make sense that you could substitute with "English Christ" because I want that to be these guys: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMHohRDl55U

ring leader's nickname. What do you think?

just,

David

6. perhaps, Wiley Wiggins as "Marshall Canon" and me as "Chris English"?

high hopes

Hi there. For all who may have known me from Gillamie's Animated Tricycle here I am, avid constructive critic, musician, collector, GO?D. I am lately having had found out that my friend Ollie from treatment and musics is as was Natasha Kinski's son's, sister is working with my recent once, twice friend Sofia Coppola. Their younger half sister is Quincy Jones' daughter. Well, Johnny Crystal led me here, leading on beyond blonde a ditzomat in search of a niche with punks with zap, with zang as crunch to boot. Kick it. Looking for a drummer only from a hype man omnipresent? Like directly delivered, here... I am here, as well. He will never feel the end of my means of rocking. I'm not through name calling. Johnny Crystal is the most powerful soul songwriter of my generation, to reference "from the country club gir-r-r-r-rl" to "Barbados Nights". Well I am KNOWN for being a solo bassist. It's a lame stigma. I'm not bad at it. The deal is, if these snotty punks would consider my feelings as well as their own vanity, which I can at least somewhat empathize with (Angelo) we could probably work with Quincy Jones Cully, Johnny and Cody are so damn good, THAT DRUMMER. Well that's what's up lately, + a lot of writing in one melody in three keys with a few other riffs here and there x