(fires dot the horizon, smoke obscures the stars)
i am in a new band and we are going to fight the devil for the right to fight god
turn your fucking volume up
official live debut tonight
more to come
(beginning a slow jam with Lorraine, Doug and Ben which grew into a cacophony of feedback and guttural yelling, fuck a day of rest)
(First Friday live session clip – Doug plays keys, Natasha sings, I play guitar)
Our initial attempts at doing First Friday in the Warehouse seem to be working.
So here you are, unsure, a scene somewhere between a cliff and a crash. Does it feel like you are falling, or are you just standing still as the world speeds by?
Now enough time has passed; you’re beginning to forget. How did this happen? Did you take a leap of faith, or were you pushed?
What is it about this height that terrifies you? Is it that you are truly afraid of the fall, or is it that you’d rather jump?
playing with doug and drew