I took a detour on my reading route before diving into Jeff Long's "The Descent".
Knowing the third installation of Chelsea Cain's series involving Archie Sheridan and serial killer Gretchen Lowell existed, I kind of obsessed over it after finishing the second book, "Sweetheart".
"Exit to Evil" is utterly insane. It's the first book I've read in a while that literally grossed me out. I sat here twitching. It is so messed up, I couldn't believe it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you sick little author, you.....you made the last five hours of my life very entertaining.
Go out and get these books....knowing they will continue next year with "Night Season" makes me extremely happy and impatient.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
28.09.10......details by the mouthful
I was thinking of writing this long, epic post on all kinds of trivial matters, but the part of my brain residing in the "better judgement" county took a vote, and "nay" won. I think they made the right decision.
Instead, you get this:
I didn't listen to too much new music while recording, for obvious reasons.
This was what I can remember:
Massive Attack - Mezanine
New Bomb Turks - Destroy! Oh Boy!
Adele - 19
Scanners - Violence is Golden
The first four Public Enemy albums
Swans - My Father...
The Sounds - Crossing the Rubicon
Milemarker - Satanic Versus
Gehenna - all
GDP - Realistic Expectations
Reading:
The thrift store next to Godcity had books for two bucks....I scored big with a few novels I'd wanted to read. A first printing of Lehaine's "Mystic River" for two dollars? Yes, please.
Sweetheart by Chelsea Cain - The 2nd book in her series about one of the most unorthodox serial killers in a fictional world. The first book, "Heartsick", was a good, quick read. This one upped the ante and was very smartly done. Highly recommended.
No Trace by Barry Maitland - Child abduction, murder and modern art all rolled up into one little package set in London's Northcote Square. It gets a little confusing at times, but the end result is worth it, especially if you find it for a buck, like I did. That equals out to about thirteen cents per hour of entertainment.
33&1/3 series: Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique by Dan LeRoy - I'll dive into this deeper on the other blog, but I'll just say it's a fantastic and quick read. A little over 100 pages dedicated to a criminally underrated album.
And it Don't Stop: The Best American Hip-Hop Journalism of the Last 25 Years by Raquel Cepeda - same with this one.....more info when I get around to it. I will say, the article on Afrika Bambaataa alone made this worth reading.
Currently: almost finished with Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. It is so goddamn good. This guy needs to hurry up and write another novel. His storytelling is incredible.
Next: The Descent by Jeff Long (courtesy of Tim's generous hand-me-downings)
Wish list:
Walking Dead graphic novels, volume 6-whatever they're up to now.
Evil at Heart by Chelsea Cain
Horns by Joe Hill
Free time to read everything,
....and for fuck's sake, Mr. King....finish Doctor Sleep. I'm dying over here....
Instead, you get this:
I didn't listen to too much new music while recording, for obvious reasons.
This was what I can remember:
Massive Attack - Mezanine
New Bomb Turks - Destroy! Oh Boy!
Adele - 19
Scanners - Violence is Golden
The first four Public Enemy albums
Swans - My Father...
The Sounds - Crossing the Rubicon
Milemarker - Satanic Versus
Gehenna - all
GDP - Realistic Expectations
Reading:
The thrift store next to Godcity had books for two bucks....I scored big with a few novels I'd wanted to read. A first printing of Lehaine's "Mystic River" for two dollars? Yes, please.
Sweetheart by Chelsea Cain - The 2nd book in her series about one of the most unorthodox serial killers in a fictional world. The first book, "Heartsick", was a good, quick read. This one upped the ante and was very smartly done. Highly recommended.
No Trace by Barry Maitland - Child abduction, murder and modern art all rolled up into one little package set in London's Northcote Square. It gets a little confusing at times, but the end result is worth it, especially if you find it for a buck, like I did. That equals out to about thirteen cents per hour of entertainment.
33&1/3 series: Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique by Dan LeRoy - I'll dive into this deeper on the other blog, but I'll just say it's a fantastic and quick read. A little over 100 pages dedicated to a criminally underrated album.
And it Don't Stop: The Best American Hip-Hop Journalism of the Last 25 Years by Raquel Cepeda - same with this one.....more info when I get around to it. I will say, the article on Afrika Bambaataa alone made this worth reading.
Currently: almost finished with Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. It is so goddamn good. This guy needs to hurry up and write another novel. His storytelling is incredible.
Next: The Descent by Jeff Long (courtesy of Tim's generous hand-me-downings)
Wish list:
Walking Dead graphic novels, volume 6-whatever they're up to now.
Evil at Heart by Chelsea Cain
Horns by Joe Hill
Free time to read everything,
....and for fuck's sake, Mr. King....finish Doctor Sleep. I'm dying over here....
Friday, September 24, 2010
22.09.10.......walk the lawn like a lion, hon
This is how I spent the last few weeks.
Top three moments in my adult life:
1-Flying to Pittsburgh on August 5th, 2006 to meet up with a girl named Ashley. Two years later, she became Smashley Coffins McKenney. Best decision I've ever made.
2-Flying home from Boston to Seattle after nine weeks of US and European touring on April 28th or 29th (My memory is hazy....), 2008. When I got to the baggage claim area, I was greeted by Ashley. In her arms was a rat terrier puppy. I'd wanted a dog for my entire life.....thirty years later, I finally had my first little boy, and the closest thing I'll ever come to having children. I named him Panic, and he is mentally unstable....like his dad.
3- September 21st, 2010, I was given the first rough mix of the new record I was a part of. I put on my shitty headphones, kicked back on a recliner, closed my eyes and pressed play. Thirty some odd minutes later, I opened my eyes back up and took a walk outside onto the porch of the place we were staying. I took a deep breath of bitter fall air, the way only a place like New England can produce. I let it out and said to myself, "This is the one, motherfucker.....this is the one."
Saturday, September 4, 2010
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