Weddings, birthdays and funerals, disclose, distract and distort like clothes covering over bare-skin that with the seasons contort.
The spins, the runs, infected tonsils, insects grasp at the rim, from a lake of whiskey, that stinks like straight gin, from the hours previous, well I’ve never been..
Onion, sharp cheddar, soggy tomatoes, plastic rice, vanilla extract, in a bed of soup to warm my stomach from fever, desolation and dread. For the sake of living, drink and go sprint, don’t be so serious, I’ve never been.
Anthrax, absinthe, codeine, for bed-wetters freshly fifteen, sewing labyrinths and sunscreen, simply abstracts the methods and means.
I’m not the son you want, I’ve never been, grounded, too wonderful. Scar on my shin from walking in moonbeams, those on my forearms that escape their stories, become fiction.
Like needles, boils and cottonwoods that shed with, reasons that rot and conform.
A dude who makes tunes and writes things sometimes, follow me on the grum for song posts and letterboxd for movie thoughts. Also comprises one half of Ishroyale.
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024
Jody Stephens of Big Star and Luther Russell of the Freewheelers team for a radiant LP packed full of slide guitar and pop smarts. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 11, 2019