I would blame the government, but that wouldn't begin to cover it.

In full peaches and regalia, I parade with a kind of intensity.

Three new songs. Sean and Dennis and I will be getting together soontimes to arrange "My Neighbourhood is a Writer and it has No WORDS" sometime later this week. I meant to be able to do most of this myself, but I'm becoming increasingly dependent on the musical stylings of others. Which is totally fine with me, it just makes the going slower when I can't do everything alone.

The record is going to be called "Dancing About Architecture."

"Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies, I don't feel like anybody...except for the fact that I know that I'm not, so I must be."

Be Well.

The bricks falling next door make me want to get drunk and climb a crane. My new employment has made me frivolous! I still refuse to answer the phone when the bank calls and they NEVER leave messages. Annoying bastards.

I am listening to the River really really really loud to drown out destruction. I've given this record to so many people.

I got some news today that would have been devastating 6 months ago and I couldn't be happier for the people in question. Feelin` good, baby, let's plant a garden and go on roadtrips.

Springsteen's love love love love love love will not let me down. Haha. I'm sure he's not singing that at me, macho man that he is.

I can't wait for my voice to clear up a bit so I can finish some vocal tracks =)

Elaborately colour coded essays are in the works. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

Kris, here's that new song I couldn't send you properly:

http://www.myspace.com/iamsingingthebodyelectric

Give me that funk, baby. Fuck yes, don't stop.

Prince's "Sign O' the Times" is pretty fucking sick. Today is going to be incredible.