The Avant-Garde Metal
Welcome back once again to Metal Shop Class, I’m your instructor Mr. GrayMetal. Look, I know it’s October, and I haven’t been around. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine. EVERYTHING … Continue reading The Avant-Garde Metal
Category: Spooky Action At A Distance
On The Virtues Of Fuck, or How I Stopped Being Angry And Learned To Love Sandpaper
Spooky Action isn’t the sort of band that relies on a brutally inarticulate turn of phrase to make a point, but when the universe hands you something that ridiculous and … Continue reading On The Virtues Of Fuck, or How I Stopped Being Angry And Learned To Love Sandpaper
Why I Must Get Drunk With You
We’re three months into quarantine. If you follow the science, you’re still staying inside as much as possible, wearing a mask for everyone’s protection when you do venture out. We … Continue reading Why I Must Get Drunk With You
The Spooky Action Roundup
We are Spooky Action At A Distance. Except Newton and Einstein didn’t discover us. We create tunes with the intention of moving, changing, or otherwise affecting ourselves and others without … Continue reading The Spooky Action Roundup
Band Practice~12/3/17
Tory and I FINALLY got together to lay down some tracks. My left wrist cramped up after a few run-throughs of some simple power chords, so my skill level hasn’t … Continue reading Band Practice~12/3/17
Garage Band Blues
Lights! Camera! DONTFORGETTHEWORDS!
Apartheid America (remix)
Tory tweaked (but did not twerk) the tunes. Dance away American Apartheid.
Band Practice~3/4/17
So, today is the first band practice in…too long. Our initial plans are to record a song manifested in a jam sesh…over a year ago. It’s political. I assume much … Continue reading Band Practice~3/4/17
Alternative Facts
The Latest Protest Art
Activation Activist
My brother, who happens to be gay, is afraid to leave his house. Two of my trans friends were suicidal upon watching the results. My Jewish friend said, “We’re about … Continue reading Activation Activist
Apartheid America
You can run, but you can’t hide…