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Get ready for a true rambler. Just shootin’ from the hip on this ‘un. Creatin’ the content y’all crave, or not really. Who knows? Not me. I’m eternally grateful that it seems like some of ya are keeping your eyes peeled. But really, I’d probably be doing this regardless, because why not? The internet is a big dumb void. Screaming for a change? Nah. Still screaming? Yah.

First things first, the grim, the gory. I haven’t been tapping out the words at my usual furious pace. Shit’s been a bit of a brain scramble for a bit now. Late 2025, I went into manic production mode. Fully bathed in anxiety and dread, I went at it with a daily ferocity that I’ve never done before. It kinda ruled — until it all dried up and I couldn’t even look at my laptop once evening rolled around. I’m in the ever evolving midst of a divorce. Two days from now I’ll be resituated in my old Riverwest neighborhood. The process of detanglement is upon us and it’s not fun, as I’m sure y’all can imagine. For the better? Abso-fuckin’-lutely.

But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft

“Salad Days”

The fear of staring down the barrel of 45 and single didn’t quite make the mark that I’d anticipated. The slight glimmer of sunlight in my eyes and the space for breathing deep gave me a forward propulsion I’ve not seen in these turbulent adult years. Not for writing at the moment, but a surety in my step that defied the natural inclinations of the past decades of depression riddled muddling. And then I met someone. A spectacular someone. Really flipped my wig. Let me tell ya, you can sidestep that stone you’ve been pushing up the hill for years. Let that shit roll all the way to the bottom as you roam unencumbered.

Maybe I’m burying the lede, but Hair and Skin has our first show coming up next week. I’m still finishing up the final set of lyrics but whatcha gonna do? No one will know what I’m frothing about anyway. The lineup’s me on vocals, Chris from Necron 9 and on guitar, Eric from Evinspragg and Tenement on bass, and Grant from Cousins and Target on drums. We’ve got a good set of weirdo rippers. Not sure how to categorize it all. Plenty of Spike In Vain and Saccharine Trust in the mix. Early Tar Babies, maybe a little No Trend, Condominium. Everything’s on the table and we’re pulling it all. Recordings to follow sometime, no rushing. We’re old (except Chris) and mature (not really), so we know how to temper our expectations (do we?). Whatever, I’m sure I’ll blubber on about whatever recordings ooze out. So this space is the place for self promotion going forward. Enjoy.