Wednesday, April 14, 2010


A song (way) too long for MySpace.
A recording too short for a release.
What to do, what to do?
Recorded live in one take with no overdubs or after-effects. Or compressor, for that matter, which probably would have benefited the tone greatly... oh well! Lo-fi is the new whatever. The download link is:


I decided to post it because I am feeling it right now. Hopefully someone out there is, too.

Once again this is dedicated to Jarrod W. who has brought me honor.

Let me know if you have any download issues, etc.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010



A little set I did at Mountair. The first song is a mounting reverberated bloodbath, the second is a really sloppy Fleetwood Mac cover. There's like a minute-long gap where I'm trying to get the omnichord to work and the loops just keeps playing. Still, I felt that it was maybe worth sharing, as many people I know are a fan of this song.


I. Fission is Inevitable
II. Dreams (Fleetwood Mac cover)

MARKSTORIANS is dedicated to Jarrod W.

Monday, March 8, 2010


Some time ago I wrote a song. Then I wrote it some more. Then I asked my friend Jessica Collins if she would sing on it. Then she did.

Jessica Collins makes music under the name Beru. She used to make music under the name Uncle Owen Aunt Beru. She is honestly one of my favorite artists around right now, and not just because she's my friend. Her album "Black Seas" was the soundtrack to many trips on the bus to strange places; "Spaces in Time" and "Earth is the Right Place for Love" the soundtrack to many excursions around town, when I needed the extra push to unlock the beauty in the ordinary that particular day. I'm so thrilled that this song happened. It's called "Diorama"

Download Here

You can listen to more of what Jessica has cooking here:

Beru on MySpace

She also has a tape out on the Thor's Rubber Hammer label, which you can check out here:

What Would I Do Without You

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Boy survives being struck by meteorite

Big deal.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

So close!

He could have saved the world.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Could be worse

--it could be raining.

If, that is, by "raining", I meant "you could have paid $9,000.00 (!!!) to talk to an ashtray".

I think I'm going to make myself a sandwich and watch Letterman instead.

Then my life will have been all figured out.

See? See?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I laid little eggs

Do not let the queen see them
she will break them all

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I blog

Nobody reads this thing, so it's okay that I am using a public forum to express that I think I may have already failed my life completely.

A pretty awesome accomplishment for someone my age.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Dear Nature,

please reclaim the Earth.


Thursday, February 5, 2009

Some days you just got to listen to opera

but some days it's pledge week. And then you decide you want to listen to sacred music instead.

So I listen to Brahms' requiem on YouTube.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

My dream car

since I was a little boy:


I don't know how I feel about Mona Shores, but I know how I feel about her bus.

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Maybe it would be a good idea for me to not write down my dreams as blog entries. Maybe not.

Last night I dreamt I was in an enormous store. It was an absolutely enormous, dull-colored warehouse with that kind of concrete floor that never looks clean. It was exactly like a Costco in appearances, save that shelves were few and almost the entirety of the inside was a fifteen-foot deep glass tank that was full of Alligators, and Crocodiles, and Caimans and Gharials and what have you. The tank was almost the size of the store itself, stretching on for the size of a city block in either direction. Moms and children were about with their shopping carts and they stopped and they looked and they pointed and moms told their kids little interesting factoids before going to look for the Brillo pads or greeting cards for their aunts and father-in-laws.

A hole opened up in the ceiling and an immense platform on which stood scores wild horses lowered down the tank. Everyone became excited and the tank became the center of everyone's attention. They wanted to see the horses fed to the hungry crocodiles, lazy and uncaring as they were, sliding along the bottom of the tank. The platform tilted and horses tumbled frightened into the water and the surface was upset.

*gasps* look! They're feeding them!

No sooner had they hit the water than had they began to move as gracefully through it as they would on land.

"I read in a book that horses can live underwater" a girl told her mom.

The horses ran through the water away from the reptiles. They formed a herd and ran far from where I could see them.

Then they charged like stampeding cattle from the other side. They trampled the crocodiles to death and they shattered that dense glass and water burst with unimaginable force, sending water and glass everywhere, flooding everything.

I was in the hospital later. I had lost my left leg in the stampede.

"You're a hero". They said. They gave me a purple heart. But I wasn't in the army, so they enlisted me and gave me a uniform, and gave me a purple heart and honorably discharged me.

"No", I said.

"But god knows I'll never ride a horse again"

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Excellent to listen to when it rains

I never got into Modern Japanese Music, or hardcore, but this album is both and it is truly excellent, especially when it is dark and raining outside and there are loud rain noises. A bit of scariness and classic prettyness all at once:

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

This is probably why I don't have a girlfriend

Sympathy for the Cannibal

I think the reason I love baby crows, or baby birds in general stems in part from the fact that their mothers push them out of the nests if they are sick, and because I know from experience that they can still be successfully raised even if they've been completely given up on.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Once a year in the middle of the summer

There is a steaming pile of horseshit.

I call it "horseshit".

Which is sometimes abbreviated as "hot".

But don't be fooled.
Call it by it's real name:

"It's fucking horseshit out here"

"The Los Angeles sun is relentless and horseshit".


Nobody fools us smart kids.

"All the work done preparing for the party made us all horseshit"
"This party is gonna be soooooooooo horseshit"

Do your duty.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

For fear of trespassing...

I hate people who are really anal about trespassing.

Trespassing is the only thing that makes us feel like adventuring kids again.

There's really nothing I like more than stumbling across an abandoned building and exploring it.

Hey, I understand if you don't want me here, mister, but why bring law enforcement into this?

It was an accident, I swear!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008