Otherwise, we're taking it fairly easy at Aloud HQ as we ride out the rest of the year adjusting to life after tour. Hanging out at the homestead more and watching movies. Just saw Eraserhead last night for the first time. What the hell was that all about? If you haven't seen it, you should. Or shouldn't. I'm not entirely sure. Anyway, I'm lucky that I didn't have any residual nightmares from watching that thing. David Lynch, you are a brilliant weirdo, sir.
Anything else? We landed the Performer cover this month (as I'm sure you've all seen) which you should read, as well as listen to its spiritual companion, our post-tour interview on The Dweezil Show. Myself and the Jen hit up the Rock n' Roll Social this past week too, and it was really good to see everyone after what feels like ages. Will probably hit up the Paradise for Festival Holidad on Friday. Looks to be a good time; that is, unless Brendan Boogie gives us all mono.
Well see you around town, kids. Be well.
Henry
PS: Check out our new holiday tune, Happy Effing Xmas. It's streaming up on our MySpace page. You could get a free download if you'd just buy our shit. BUY IT.
4 Comments:
Click PLAY
http://www.cameroncallahan.net/blog/bruce-mcculloch-%E2%80%93-eraserhead/
Bruce: I walk around the house...drunk. I'm wearing women's slippers. Man, I must be a sight to behold. But I'm not quite sure; I lost my mirror. And the pizza I ordered offers no reflection. I walk around the house. I think about people who have fouled me and therefore should die. But then, I think of all the interesting crafts you can make with toilet paper rolls.
Once a year, I get drunk in a darkened house, for a week. I get drunk and watch..."Eraserhead", as I think we all do sometimes. It's my vacation. Once a year I have a little black and white drunk-a-thon. No phones; not a single luxury. My horoscrope has been suspended. Loud, industrial noises.
The first three days I just watch. Well, I *drink* and watch... "Eraserhead". The third and fourth day I find myself pacing, circling the TV, looking at the glow from behind. I'll pause for a pizza. I won't eat it; I just order it to prove I'm still -- in control. "Eraserhead".
By the end of the week, I interact with this majestic little film. Not so much words as -- gesticulations. I kiss the screen. I rub my buttered belly on the screen, as I think we all do sometimes. I roam around the house. The darkened, drunken house. Sometimes, and this has got to be an hour before dawn, I put a rose up my bum. You know, the business end sticking out. And I sort of improvise a playful dance in my surroundings.
"La la la la la la la 'Eraserheeead'."
If you were there, in my house, you could follow a trail of those rose petals, and they would lead to me. Curled up, fetal position, quivering, crying, my teeth chattering, industrial, "Eraserhead"-type noises coming from inside me. And as you pick me up, and wrap me in a blanket, my vacation would be -- complete.
This behaviour might disturb me if "Eraserhead" weren't such a fine little film. Don'tcha think?
BLOG ARCHIVE
Subscribe to Comments [Atom]