Arm's Way

Arm's Way is the title of the new Islands album set to release in March or April depending on what rumors are actually true? Today they premiered the studio version of the song "The Arm" on their Myspace page. The song, if I remember correctly is based on some strange short by Richard Brautigan? Be skeptical boys and girls, for I am pulling out knowledge from a rather large bullshit basket that is both a tossed salad and melting pot of Unicorn/Islands articles and interviews read over a lengthy period of time. The song has a very interesting and cool guitar progression, some layers of string arrangement's, and some sort of crazy growling noise at the beginning. Can't wait to hear the rest of the album. Pictured is John Slater hanging out with Islands in Sweden.
(myspace.com/islandsareforever)

Thinking About Life

In a world of gothic people, fallen trees, wheel chairs, hair cuts, and the internet, we as beingz seem to be assimilating more and more toward the rise of the machine. Machines that will do anything that we want them to do. Blog for us and do our laundry. Maybe they become self aware and turn their backs on us? We are in the future! I'm typing with two hands. I'm in Fort Bragg, I have a Super Bowl to watch and a Plumbing School session to attend next week. I wish I had more endearing thoughts to provoke and share but the simple truth is that we are all fucked!

"Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator wouldn't stop, it would never leave him. It would never hurt him or shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers that came over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only thing that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice." - Sara Connor










(black and white photos by Kyle Burns)

Later Feliz

After spending seven years in the bigs as a Giant, Pedro Feliz will pack up his "swing away" Pedro steez and head to Philly. A team that won the National League East in 2007. He will earn roughly 8.5 big dogs for a two year service. Have fun with that Philadelphia! I sure hope that 72 RBI's will keep all your brotherly boners up. Apparently Frandsen and Rich Aurillia will split time at third and The Giants are possibly working on a trade to bring Joe Crede over from The White Sox, pending issues from back surgery last season. The Giants in all likely hood will be terrible. With Cain and Lincecum bumpin and Zito perhaps gettin' that dirt off the shoulder, the orange and black followers might have a little fun this year? Rowand is an amazing defender and I think people might actually be surprised how hard it will be to beat The Giants?
(info sited sfgate.com)

Hey Gang!

Just wanted to get out a couple of things on this splendid day. New stuff from Clues and Vells is so hot right now on the Salmon front. Jeez, I wish I could just get my boogie on without this arm prison. Roman has been telling me that I talk about my broken arm too much. yeah, well lets see you rock a full arm cast dick bandit! No guitar! No Drums! What kind of Retarded Ass Loser sort of shit is this? I get it off today though so it's all good. Go to the soft cast and start workin' the tendons, playing guitar and other chill recreational activities. There is a light snow slinking down from gods milkshake up above as I tell you these little idiot thoughts. ahhh? Maybe everything will be alright after all?

Still Rainin Still Dreamin

Last night I asked A lot of people if they were at all fascinated with outer space. A lot of people said no. I was surprised because the last time I had conducted this experiment people were so fucking down with space that I thought I would actually end up on the moon gettin' a handy or something? One drunk girl called me a jerk and I made fun of her fanny pack. Felt bad for a little while. fell asleep drunk listening to Electric Ladyland with the headphones on. So legit!
Jimi hated this cover art. I think it's cool. Babes are cool. Even though these are some crazy babes. I had strange dreams of speakeasy's and blood. Also Tim the plumber was wearing this old shirt that I loved and have no idea what happened to? When I woke I heard little Mario noises from downstairs and decided that I wanted to make some sort of film like this...


Q showed me this video. I don't know why but it's weird? Movies are weird. Further more, what the fuck is up with Americas Next Top Model? This shit is insane! I wanna fuck Norrelle! This plus size bitch is trippin' ballz. I don't know?

What You Know About That?

Fern is basically the sickest skateboarder around. Chillin' at the ninja party. Not dressed as ninjas.

The New Rage!!!...

Is that of ichat dance parties.

Anywhere I Lay My Head

Well, if you don't read Pitchfork you should. The Scarlett Johansson CD comes out on May 20 and it apparently has not 1 but 10 Tom Waits covers and only 1 OG song by her. I love her.

I'm Not There

After seeing the thoroughly complex and yet overly contrived "I'm Not There", the Bob Dylan film in which Heath Ledger plays one of the Robert Zimmer personalities I have been lead to find that Heath had died that day at about 3 o' clock eastern time.
What the fuck?

to cap off a short lived career:

Wolf Parade's set was shortened accordingly, and shortened even further when they faltered onstage for another 10 minutes trying to get their broke-ass gear to work. Dan announced toward the end of their short set that this would be their last song, at which the audience boo'ed. Dan then asked, "What? You guys don't want to hear G. Love?", at which the audience again boo'ed. Passing Wolf Parade on their way to the stage, G. Love scoffed at Wolf Parade somehow having heard them over the PA. Dan, now peaking on mushrooms, grabbed a platter of cheese from the rider and began throwing it at G. during his set. (Doesn't everyone know G. likes cold beverages?) G. threw a beer bottle at Dan's head, and a proper scuffle ensued. Heath Ledger apparently broke it up just in time, leaving G. shouting at Dan "This ain't over Chicken Parade!"
(sited from Brooklyn Vegan)


RIP Heath

The Official Broken Arm BLOG!!!

I broke the wing while filming Joe skate last Monday. Shit is real out here! I broke the radial head where it connects to the elbow. My fingers still feel strange. As though the blood is very thick and not able to flow or withdraw the oxygen that I bequeath to it. Pins and needles. I don't have to work for six weeks which is perhaps a blessing in disguise? I need to be gettin' that scratch though kid! That lucci! My disability won't kick in for a week so no "Big Dogging" for the time being.

Funny stuff that is written on my cast: Smoakland Hammer, Bitch, Butt Snacker, Hamm, Shea, Roman E. Krapf lll, Ghostie (with a little spooky ghost drawing), Stussy, little face with a dick in it's mouth, Mishawn, Q, T.K...

Stay tuned boys and girls..

Bobby Fischer

"The objective of chess is to crush the other mans mind."



The infamous recluse Bobby Fischer, went on to the great chess match in the sky thursday from kidney failure at the age of 64. He was an American hero and a tremendous big dog in the world of chess. He gave a face and a name to the game of chess. Once championed a hero for defiling famous Soviet chess player Boris Spassky durring the cold war.

I always dreamed of being a chess genius. Paralyzing my opponent with wit and wisdom. I can recall my father first teaching me the game when I was young. It stuck with me and still love to play. The famous film "Searching For Bobby Fischer" gave glimpse into what it might have been like to be a child prodigy. A film I fell in love with as a young lad.
Laurence Fishburne killed it in that movie.

In 2005 Fischer moved to Iceland, a country obsessed with chess. He would spend the rest of his days there. Sadly, during the decline of Bobby's character he was known more for his anti-semitism than his maniacal chess play.

Boris Spassky was contacted briefly the day of Fischers death via telephone at his home in france. Of Fischers death he said: "I'm very sorry, but Bobby Fischer is dead, good bye.."

RIP BOBBY

(sources sited sfgate.com)

Space And Vicodin

Watched 2001 last night. Why would computers want to betray us? I was on Vicodin during the film and felt very concerned for the antagonist HAL 9000 when his binary database was being dismantled. The song "Daisy" that he sings as he is dying is also in "Revenge Of The Nerds" in the famous tricycle race scene. It's a Japanese electronica version, very cool and very creepy.
I was asking Camerin how they do the crazy psychedelic time travel segment in 2001. He wouldn't tell me. It's bull shit because I know they teach you about that stuff at Cal Arts! Wikipeda's dumb ass is telling me they use some sort of partially see through mirrors. I guess some things just need to be left to the unknowing and wonderment of the psyche?

CASH STACKERS

Cash Stackers is a HBO series starring Joe and myself. It's essentially the show "The Hills" but with joe and I and the construction world and much more intelligent and humor riddled. Here is a small small rough teaser clip.

Skateboarding In Sacramento

This is the spot in sac where I broke my arm. It's a little aquatic salmon hatchery park. It's cool. Ledges and stones and stuff. Sending off the VX for repairs here in a minute. (joe doing a warm up nose bump)

Ambers Wedding

Holy Fuck!

Terminous, CA

World, if you are out there? I believe that you are. I am hanging out in a trailer with Bob "Blockhead" Paverud. He tells me that Paverud is a shortened version of his Norwegian ancestral family name. The other version contains twenty five character's and is unpronounceable. He's watching a show on fishing right now and nursing a tall cold one. Take me completely serious when I say that I am in plain view of him as I write this. He can't read or write though so I'm courageous enough in my attempt of blogging about him. His eyes are thin and dark like some beast human hawk. You might die if you look at his eyes for too long? His head a block, and his face coerced with sun and cigarette smoke, weathered like iron.

I had to take a break from writing this because he was calling me a pussy. I showed him some porn and we took our time with some cigarettes out on the porch. Now there is some re-run boxing on and I think bob is drunk? He's carrying on about how lame this place is. Terminous is a tiny trailer park a little south of Sacramento. The surrounding area is all farm lands and running down it's guts, the Delta river. The only interesting thing in the whole area are the people who occupy it. They are all travelers and workers. Derelicts. Not knowing of their purpose or special interests. Not aware of metacognition. Filled with Dipsomnia and confusion. They carry on in their niche and are satisfied. I look up at Bob and he glances my way. I wait for him to speak and he does. "Tank Abbot is gonna fuck Kimbo Slice up, Fuck i'm gonna buy that fight."

He later went on to tell me about how he worked for a company down south that made windows for yachts and that he personally designed a window with a playboy bunny on it that they installed on Hugh Hefner's yacht. He got into his coke days and that he loved to smoke coke but never shot it. The first time he smoked coke he became "lopsided". He claims later on he sold coke and had like a hundred pounds of it under his bed. Along with 250,000 dollars. He loves to talk. He goes on and on. I hope someday I have a mustache like his.

"Pigs Knuckles and Sauerkraut"

My Grandfather was telling me a funny story about how he caught a mouse in a trap baited with peanut butter. He picked it up by the neck with a pair of channel locks and took it out back and hit it in the head with a hammer. I told him he was a sick bastard, he replied by stating that the easiest way to kill something is to hit it in the head with a hammer. He always talks about eating pigs knuckles and sauerkraut. I guess it's like a fairly common dish served back in North Dakota where he grew up.
(Pictured is my brother Cody and My Grandfather Gordon at his home in Albany California)

Goodbye Rob Ryan?

Al Davis is reportedly contemplating the dismissal of Rob Ryan after a four and twelve season as the Raiders defensive coordinator. Despite the record, Ryan has been a staple of what Raider football is all about. His long flowing silver locks alone evoke evil pirate feelings. He will be missed.

Read more at sfgate.com/sports/raiders

Tony Bruno

Tony Bruno and Mark Willard make it rain hard!!!

In The Future

Black Mountain is a giant burrito of Metal, Rock N' Roll, and Psychedelia. In The Future brings on an exuberance of Rock that demonstrates a passion of political protest and a bewilderment for what is to come. "Stormy High" is a powerful opener. Resembling echos of the sound they established on their self titled debut. I was driving when I very first heard this song and had to gain control, and found my self having to slow down quite a bit. The band as a whole all are amazing at their positions. Being leaders of their own side projects such as Lightning Dust and Blood Meridian.

When I saw them live in San Francisco back in November I became obsessed. Seeing a band live can often have this effect on you. If you're a "Gear Head", you get to see their choice of weaponry. Like Mcbeam's SG and RD Standard. Cutting edge effects and a drummer who could tame any pussy in sight with his insane rolls and powerful feel for the entire spectrum of Black Mountains sound. I read that the bands name, "Black Mountain" comes from the drug hash. But it seems strange that a collective group of councilor's would insinuate to smoke a marijuana derivative while enjoying their music. It would actually probably be pretty cool, but ganja gives me anxiety so I try to avoid it.

In The Future is patient and heavily layered. They lo you away with the poetic "Stay Free" and blow you to smithereens with the seventeen minute epic "Bright Lights." They conjure influence of Led Zeppelin on "Tyrant" and the singing of Amber Webber on "Queens Will Play" will make you fall in love. "In The Future" comes out January 22 under the moniker that is Jagjaguar. Check them out at www.myspace.com/blackmountain or blackmountainarmy.com. They play San Francisco at the Independent on the fourth of February and the Troubadour in Los Angeles the following night.
laterrrrrr

Pacific Star

New Years at the Pacific Star wine making palace. We rung in the New Year big time, big dog status. Celebrating with friends and drinks and made joe do tricks. Joe has some strange ability to do tricks. Jump over stuff or grind stuff or do flips. I bought a bottle of Barbera and we all became enchanted with luxurious tricks of grapes. The wine was remarkable! Hints of wood and earth of Northern California farm land. I never really had such appreciation for Lodi and other shit towns that only truly serve life to alcoholics and immigrants and gypsy plumbers. Apparently they make good grapes though. Everything seems alright every now and then. Thats the grind of life.