Jane's Addiction and the 17 years of rest

Bonus Disc 5 of A Cabinet of Curiosities has 5 tracks from 7/23-24 @ Irving Meadows, Lollapalooza '91. I'm going to continue to add upcoming tracks to this EP in order to craft a whole new disc:

01. Standing in the Shower... Thinking (Live 1991)
02. Of Course (Live 1991)
03. Ted, Just Admit It... (Live 1991)
04. Mountain Song (Live 1991)
05. Stop! (Live 1991)
06. Trip Away (Live 1991) [ACOC iTunes bonus track]
07. Chip Away (Live 1991) [ACOC iTunes bonus track]
08. Slow Divers (Rehearsal 1986)
09. Chip Away (2009)
10. Whores (2009)
11. Embrace the Darkness (2009)
12. Laughing Beats (2009)
13. I'll Protect You (2009)


"What have I missed the most? The first thing that comes to mind is 'Three Days.' Every time we play it, I go, 'Gentlemen, we made this.' You know?"

- Eric Avery, April 2009

Fascination of Moment

So so cleverly she divides. This orbital intrusion that has redeemed my late shimmering eye. From within the fire, weight upon rims, the tautness of the sweatband was stellar to uproot.

Damn, this girl is ridiculous. And here we are, a year later. I caught some rather intent glances this evening. Where does that lead? She's seeing someone, yet she tells me she's helplessly lonely. Rawr. In other news, I'm actually contemplating giving someone the heads up on the Atlanta PJ Harvey show. But I can't really bring myself to do that. On sale in 7 hours. But no.

If only they'd stop confusing each other.


You slept facing the wall
And you wanted, less than I wanted
I slept facing the wall
But when I met you,
How did you enter?
I don't remember
How did we ever?

Cryptomnesia

Listening to the new Omar. Completely off the balls. Just perfect right now.

Loved talking to Shelby yesterday, and Nakeeda since. Got to see Mandy and Scottie... so that was kinda great, kinda weird. The combination of Karen, Katie, Than and Alex is just the best. I love our new little gang.

Hmm... I need to sleep.

Great night with YOU.

Muffled Decibels

I'm still stuck in this swirling cycle of having a three goddess complex. So much misguidance has sent us to this point in time. Remembering scents of last summer, while news ones etch their way into our collective memory. How wide the scope of our dissension.

Scottie giggles and tells me of my youthful ways. Yet urgency is always now far from thought. So clever, my new routine of coffee, cigarettes... and blueberries. New form taking shape. Glimpsing empyrean from purgatory. "Since We've Been Wrong" uncovered as the true title for the acoustic TMV song, previously known as "Beneath the Eyelids." The wrong still carries fervent air, though now clogged with prosthetic smoke. Chiming in at more flawless coercion than what was formerly attempting to mesh with flow.

After so many vacated, clouded dreams, I begin to lose interest in whether or not we're both rotting away. Right there is the answer. These aren't buildings in pieces, rather, windows blast out by distraction.

Skank Status

"Erika! There is no laughter in the garden."

Drunk as queerbait.

"Oh, England, come soon."

April is here. Fuck our lives. Together as wholeness. Sensory decay is eight equivalents.