The Mad Scientist is at work again…
November 29th, 2008Sickest drum setup ever….Digital and Analog drums!
November 29th, 2008The drummer might get a solo….
November 29th, 2008The Acoustic Bass
November 22nd, 2008See it could be worse….
November 22nd, 2008Eyes of a Tripper
November 22nd, 2008Shunt
November 22nd, 2008Just when I thought I was out…..they pull me back in…
November 22nd, 2008Song Priorities for the next session
November 18th, 2008Guys please comment back on what song priorities you’d like to see
1) Mind of a Madman
2) Blueberry
3) Dreamcatcher
4) Bastard
5) Better Day
6) Fever
7) Here comes Salley
Pocs
9) Crown of Thorns
10) All Alone
Shut-ta
November 15th, 2008Crackheads unite!
November 15th, 20082 tacos for $0.99, a red burrito for $0.89, cheese fries for $1.89, a small Orange drink, and a chocolate cake.
This is the crack head breakfast.
But alas, this is also a meal that keeps on giving - and after you take a stinky shit, with of course no courtesy flush, no match, etc you feel great! and your ready to track!
The life of a chunt.
November 14th, 2008When you think you’re a chunt - you’re a chunt
by jmayo
Ya know some days I just think to myself, wow you’re a chunt. And then it becomes even clearer, and clearer, and clearer….you’re a chunt.
So when your lips turn blue, and your eyes bug outta your head, you’ve just gotta say to yourself - I dont wanna be a chunt anymore. I really wanna clean up my act - but something always brings ya back again, like being a chunt is more then just being a chunt…its a way of life. Its what you do when you wake up in the morning and say to yourself in the mirror - i dont need coffee, i dont need cereal - i dont even need to brush my fuckin hair - Im a chunt.
That one day. That one day back way back - in 7th grade…you remember that day when you picked your nose, found a booger …kept it on your finger, looked around, and then again….and Wow yes you ate it! That was one of the first pieces of the transformation….
Then you went to Seattle, met aliens, started x how many bands, tweakers, dikes, fat black girls, went to x how many raves, climbed mountains, jammed in basements, fucked blondes in the ass in the same basement, and really just stayed high!
Then you joined a band…a band named The 3rd Element.








