Been a while since I did anything here. That’s got a bit to do with being busy with various other aspects of life in the Zone of Middle Dimensions and a bit other with the fact that I just ain’t a writer. I’m functionally literate, but not much enamored of putting word-beads on strings, especially when there are actual beads to sew to the cape, bones to bleach and an unread Norse saga on the shelf. That on top of the regular daily chores – working my normal job, childrearing, keeping the little red truck street legal and running, hanging out with my various spiritual communities, staring off into space and errata. There’s been a flurry of recording action in the past few months which has created a glut of material that I’m now trying to find outlets for.
The kids at HysM? are finishing up a BDSR/Garage Olimpo! split cassette which will be dropping any day now. They’ve also just agreed to put out a cd’s worth of excreta we threw at them titled The Hero With A Thousand Faeces which is somewhat of a departure from the standard BDSR formula in that all the songs are short – fifty seconds to three minutes or so. There’s over forty tracks on that one, which meant a lot of time sitting around struggling to come up with stupid puns for titles. I offered to do a photo shoot for the cover art which means I’ll be standing around in the woods mostly naked in the cold tomorrow, but suffering for art and spiritual development is part of the job.
Merciful Shaft Records is a Virginia-based label we recently joined up with. Somebody in that organization is involved with Programmed Cell Death, a band that appeared on one of the crazy bush comps. MSR will be putting out The Big Drum In The Sky Religion Will Rearrange Your Faith either as a download or cd or both, probably both – I should find out. Sometime next year, I suppose.
We are talking with a lad in the UK about vinyl. Specifically, the possibility that his label, Vohu Mana, will be taking on the task of releasing the first BDSR long-playing, obsolete record. Being enshrined on vinyl is something we’ve figured would eventually happened. It will be a big, shiny feather for the medicine hat and might cause some kerfuffle since many people seem to consider the album format evidence of actually mattering. So, we’re pretty stoked about it. The potential title of that is The Perineum Philosophy.
There’s a couple other things in the can – a recently finished chunk titled The Common-Law Marriage Of Heaven And Hell, which will find some sort of home someday – and an older thing, Fear Of A Sacred Planet, which has been gathering dust for no good reason. I hereby decree that Sacred Planet will be available for consumption by Xmas.
The My Goddess Has A Crazy Bush series continues. Next out will be #4, Don’t Shave Me, Lucifer, which will have a few new participants and a few who’ve been in on these things before. We’re still looking for musicians to contribute to Mad Pride Goeth Before A Fall, the offshoot comp which is limited to participants who have or have had mental illness(es). The limitation placed on that one means putting together a reasonable collection will take longer, but we believe in it strongly enough to keep slogging. And we’ve got some really good stuff for it.
Shows! Hopefully, our intrepid drummer boy, Drummer Boy, will figure out where we’re playing at his birthday party next week and tell the rest of us so we can show up. In December, we’re hosting W1LD T0RVS and Spreaders at Harrisonburg’s Little Grill on the 18th and trekking over to Charlottesville on the 19th to drop sonic bombs at the Tea Bazaar with same. This will be our first show in C’ville in years and we expect to make ourselves unwelcome in a different way than before.
Sometimes, this here Espresso Shaman gets a vague feeling that some kinda change is coming. I have that lately, like BDSR is due for a slight tweaking of the dials, a revamp, if you will, or a new approach to old wineskins. Our evolution as a band tends to happen in fits and spurts and we’ve been doing something for a while which may be about to get different somehow. I really don’t know what’s in the wind or if it’ll be discernible when it occurs, but something seems imminent or eminent or some such.
I’ll be out at the Hollar House for another winter. This year, I have folks who will happily eat slightly battered venison, so I’ll be stopping to pick up deer. Vegetarian me, I’ll be giving away the meat and keeping the hides and bones so there will be more parts to process. Visual art seems to be more interesting for me in the colder months so I’ll doubtless be scribbling on paper. BDSR’s Ambassador to the Third World, Ms. Italian Ice, is back in North America for a while so there will be hiking and crafting and recording her nasally New York voice, reciting sutras and psalms in Swahili or Mandarin. The Spotted Opossum is bigger and bolder than ever before. She wants to be a gymnast and ballerina and princess all at once and all the time. And of course, she wants to go sledding and play in the fire.
All is well in the world. Get in touch if ya wanna.
Brown Hat the Espresso Shaman
The pun is always intended.