“Camping”
Found this in the woods this week
Dec. 4 at The Arizona Event Center Doors at 5:30, we go on at 6:40 We will most likely be completely out of place and scare the bejesus out of people. $10.
An ongoing art project, the Guitar String Ball. For the past 3 years I’ve kept every guitar string I’ve changed or broken and weaved it through this thing. Its about 5-6 inches in diameter, and weighs roughly 5 pounds (much heavier then you’d expect). Over the course of its growth Ive come to realize it has the blood, sweat and tears from every chapter of my life since its creation, or more accurately since I moved out and started living on my own. It symbolizes growth both as a musician, but also a person. We cant hold ourselves to individual moments, but only to the culmination of those moments and the person they've built us to be.
Monkey music
A tooth too fanged and gnarled The heart to big for its cage Moving up but feeling down The leather of the pet As diamond among the tissue Space between the constriction Pleasure in contempt Inside the angst of salvation Exertion in his leisure Its value in nothing Restored by its destruction
tomluridontheidiotmars-blog reblogged
birthed from a clockwork syringe and here to fuck you off https://theidiotmars.bandcamp.com/releases
Escape restlessness
I’ve recently found it easier to find myself but more difficult to find my feelings Maybe there is no median