(Revised 28 Sept 06.)I'm still here, still cowering, but gradually regaining bipedal bearing and the old mangled savior-faire. Took a week off to crawl, muttering, through the muck, but with Shavian obligations looming ever larger I was forced to shear pubes and twist life into a reverse cowboy. Gotta walk before you can slither...
Updated the
TLASILA domain earlier; look out for
Noon and Eternity/
Horoscopo-related pieces in the forthcoming weeks in
Skyscraper,
Dusted, and the online edition of
Spin. (Chris Grier created a rad
Noon mashup for the latter.) In late October I'll be touring with
Black Meat on their mini-trek through the NE; the next To Live and Shave in L.A. tour begins after Thanksgiving. A precise itinerary is currently being lashed together... Coordinates will be posted.
Doing a remix for
Xiu Xiu, and working against the clock to complete plumbing and exterior molding for
Savage Land's release of
Les Tricoteuses. A helluva lot of material in the offing.
No longer on life support: according to the ever-brilliant, perpetually sick-ass Gerard Klauder,
Smack Shire will soon be gearing up again. About bloody time! Several perplexing releases in queue.
There's more, but I'm forgetting it at the moment.
Haven't yet heard from Evan (my son). Reckon he's either in Kuwait or on the Iraq/Syrian border. Such an incalculable bummer... Cruel ironies are stacked to the ceiling.
Tom
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(Below, a mordant swath of toilet stall collage from the men's room of the Underground, Hamilton, Ontario. Photo by TS, September 3, 2006.)