ANAL PILOT

This is the cover of my newest band's latest first record.

It's a noise band. Basically... it's me, a couple distortion pedals plugged into a 1995 "MAXVPOWERAMP" with a dual cassette recorder. I bypassed the record function obstructor so I could manipulate eight tracks simultaneously.

One of the songs is called "Ground Beef for Brains, You Are Who You Meet" and there's a 9 minute, 36 second B-side entitled "ANSWERING MACHINE".

Triple blue vinyl, first 230 copies.

dropping in: Joe "Jackhammer" Kalucki

Got a call from Ant, Saturday morning.

After some coffee and a couple slices of pot cake, we got in his carpeted van, (real cozy by the way) and went to FDR.

The van is of the "Surf's Up!"variety and therefore blessed with a quality tape deck. So we listened to the Led Zeppelin/Fugazi mix tape I made at Ant's request. A Zep song would come on and we'd be like "Fuck yeah!" then a Fugazi song would follow and we'd be all "Fuckin'.. right on man!"

Happily new year, but yo.. the emperor has no clothes

Chief Inspector La-La Buddington doing the "STONEWALL JACKSON"

Totally cool bro. I got the "uh...............um......." style going right now. I'm pretty fixated on that and for good reason!

Life will deal you some sour hands from time to time, but I really can't complain.

I've never been a thin guy, but somewhere around eighth grade, I started shedding some of my baby fat and maintained a pretty consistent "middleweight" physique for a good 15 or so years. Then I actually wanted to put on pounds. I felt I could pull it off. I continued to rebel against nothing, while wearing tight, navy blue, fruit of the loom t-shirts. Not a care in the world!

Then gravity made it's plans quite clear, and the next thing I knew I had a beer belly and potential man tits. The medium navy blue shirts needed to be downgraded to larges. No longer could I get by on the size 34 waist jeans with the top button undone. I had to switch to 36 to ensure proper comfort.

It's cool. I don't mind so much. It's the little things that make me want to lose some pounds and get fit. I was doing yoga with Mrs. Smitty yesterday and I was out of breath, belching and farting just trying to pull off a simple "upwardly mobile spiraling lion" pose. I'm not sure what it was called exactly. It could have been a "downward hurtling beaver chomp".

I've been lifting weights though. I'm over pacifism. It's a cop out. I'm ready to punch someone in the face.

Happy New Year!

...soon!

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