15 Oct 2014
My irony will trump your sincerity at any turn. Cause even when you think you've cleverly brought sincerity to a raw extreme that should shut down any snarky above-it-all posture, like mentioning that your mom just died or something, I will then lower my apathy in accordance, to whatever depth the occasion requires, and make it all meaningless. Death, what does that even mean? Nothing but an opportunity for a wisecrack. Gallows humour, it's all I have, it's where I draw my identity and purpose now, even if it isn't very funny. Funny, as if that's the goal. No, it's a reference springboard, so's I can bounce to the next bit of glitched digital detritus.
The Deon family is neat and nuclear: Dad's in the driver's seat, Mom's in the passenger seat, Alison and Jonathan, five and sev...
I'm working out new ways to perform and record. They take the form of melodic fragments, half-assed renditions of half-remembered songs,...