I’ve been rather bad with updating my blog as of late, so firstly, I’d like to apologize for that. Right when I finally thought I had some time to do some serious writing, I went and caught the plague. Funny how that works.
I actually meant to post this last week and couldn’t find the time or energy to do so until now. Excuses aside, I plan on doubling down on my output and posting at least three to four new entries a week in the hopes that you all grow exceedingly sick of me.
Now on to the business at hand: “Two-Headed Dog (Red Temple Prayer)” by Roky Erickson. Erickson was the singer for The Thirteenth Floor Elevators, which was one of the first psychedelic bands of the ’60s. He’s an interesting character (to put it mildly): he’s done a fair few stints in mental hospitals and believes in things like goblins, demons, vampires, and zombies (which he uses as lyrical content for his songs). Simply put, he is a man after my own heart.
I’m still kind of sick so I’m gonna go lie down and dream about two-headed dogs and such. Enjoy.
I’ve done a lot of short-lived musical projects with shaky and questionable premises. The full moon tonight reminded me of one I haven’t thought of in quite some time: Werewolf Sonata.
Werewolf Sonata lasted two very drunken songwriting sessions and one and a half recording sessions (the result of which was two charmingly raw live tracks). It was all a bit disappointing to be honest: I had this dream where we would tour with Vampire Weekend and, like, only play gothic cathedrals on full moonlit nights in the Romanian countryside on lots of LSD.
File Under: Lycanthropic Psychedelia
CLICK THE PICTURE TO LISTEN TO THE ONLY TWO LYCANTHROPIC PSYCHEDELIC COMPOSITIONS IN ALL OF EXISTENCE, MAN! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I apologize for the severe lack of writing activity on my part as of late. I have been extraordinarily busy with many things, one of which is recording an album. There will be much more writing to come, but for now, here is an unmixed track that I just about wrapped up today. Dig it.
The Etymology Of Rock ‘N’ Roll Monikers
Names are important, especially band names. A good one will have a certain charisma to it, a particular panache. But of course, because it’s rock ‘n’ roll, you can’t be too obvious about it for risk of sounding pretentious–there are no pretenses in rock ‘n’ roll. There are a lot of ways to go about getting a real radical name, plenty of which have been beaten to death. (Read: The Hardcore Band Name Equation). But it’s rare that you get a real gem of a nom de rock, something that rolls off the tongue real slick like and sticks in your brain. I could be OCD (or just a words snob), but I myself have opted out of attending shows, even and especially those of friends’ bands, or refused to listen to records solely because the band had a terrible name. My reasoning is that if they couldn’t take the time and effort to come up with a decent name, then how could they possibly have taken the time and effort to come up with some decent music? On the other hand, I’ve gone blindly to shows just because I saw an exceptional name on a flier and bought records just because I dug a name on an album cover enough.
Let us examine further.
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