PART 5 last weekend at 533 Gallery was a big big success.
More photos and music from PART 5 can be seen @ PRRTYFOOD.COM
Video coming soon.

empty box
I cross into a valley. A valley so dark that when I look back I can't see
where I began. I can't see my hands. I don't even know if my eyes are

In the morning I was by the sea, and I swam out as far as I could
swim, 'til I was too tired to swim anymore...
and then I floated, and tried to get my strength back.

Then an empty box came floatin' by.
An empty box and I crawled inside.
Half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight.

flier image

dolphin magic

... for the first time since moving to LA, i spoke directly to the dolphins today. It's been a while and I was scared to hear what they might tell me, but so far it sounds good:

• "New abundance and exciting opportunities wash over you now."
• "Someone wants to help you. Think of whom that might be, and initiate contact."
• "Extra magical energy surrounds your situation right now. Expect miracles!"

any time anyone gets on their knees and prays, well it makes my telephone ring and i'll be damned

UPDATE: pretty awesome/hilarious/perfect coverage @ the Awl


my new thing: making break-up songs (songs about being dumped) into songs about taking dumps. so "you" or "me" (the most common subjects of most ballads and pop music in general) are transformed to roles of the pooper and the pooped. This was already done most expertly by the Blow in a song called "Babay."

break down

go ahead and give it to me. break down, honey take it to the bank. clickity clank clickity clank. ch ching ch ching ch ching. aliens have abducted my father's only daughter and my only sister. my mission is to get her back. at any cost. aliens beware, because i will fuck you up.

all prologue

"It don't matter that some fool say he different..." - D'Angelo

distant stars

at the end of the tunnel

my memories keep me feverish and sane that night alive with stars and signs i can't explain... it's never the same this way

was a pleasure

It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the Sunday people
Were so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars fell through
The cloudy trees onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
You tell us this one tale
Of how much we must not agree.