“Give it to me, baby, and I’ll suck it…”
“Give it to me, baby, and I’ll suck it…”
“Only you can change God’s unfortunate ways…”
“Come on, baby, hold my d**k…”
“Frank faces his toughest opponent yet: True Love…”
One album, an old comic book, plenty of important insights on life’s long path. Material collected over a long period in the band’s history from several disparate sources. The record starts in the past and moves toward the future, and begins in the future on a sure and austere path to the past. It starts and ends on literally the EXACT SAME CHORD, so you can listen to it on a loop all year long without needing to worry about the bad thoughts finding their way in. Continue reading
INT: The Intensifying Heart Club & Leisure Centre, in the bar
Seated at the bar are MONICA and her ex-employer, the aged MADAME MORGANNA, matriarch of the hair salon and arch-rival to DADDY and the Club.
Editor’s note: You don’t have to keep reminding us, Chad, everyone reading the stage directions already knows who she is. If you wanna remind people of the characters, put it in the ”previously” segment. It’s there for a reason, man. Also, if they are arch-rivals, why is she hanging out at his establishment?
So I suppose you’ve heard the latest gossip about the ongoing conflict between DADDY and THE MAYOR? Continue reading
many ask us masons all sorts of questions. As it should be. We do conduct research on a wide variety of issues, stretching from currency derivatives to genetically modified mice; from cricket fight gambling strategies to gerry mandering. As well as perhaps our most favorite subject: the life after this. There are many opinions on this topic and the truth lodge, being the biggest tent, is obviously the best place to go if you want to hash out the specifics about this. So, without further ado, what happens after you die? Continue reading
We’ve got atheists, we’ve got christians. We build bridges. You are welcome.
Travelling with the truth crew is tiresome. I am just so fucking tired. I work, I travel, I work, I travel, and these assholes mess things up. Last night we’re having dinner and someone orders a tall Wild Turkey. They don’t have it. The same person then orders a tall Long Island Ice-tea. ”Easy on the soda” he says. He drinks it. He walks out. He badgers everybody to join him for a smoke. No one does. I do though. We go out. He needs to pee. He looks at a poster and laughs at the poster ”Troll tits and the seven truckfighters”. Then pisses. Someone screams. A cellar window is open and he pisses straight down to some sorry Belgian’s living room. He walks away. I’m confused and don’t know if I leave or if I go down and help clean up. I hear a car, I hear a siren, I see a cop. I run. I run til’ my legs can’t carry me anymore. I pass out and I wake up without my wallet or phone with my pants down in a hobo camp in the outskirts of Dortmund. Continue reading
INT: The Intensifying Hearts Club & Leisure Centre, in the women’s bathroom
MARCIA is crying hysterically into the sink. SALINA and MONICA are consoling her.
Why oh why does this keep happening to me? Don’t I deserve love and all those special things? Haven’t I always worked hard here at DADDY’s club? Why oh why did PJALTUR, the love of my life, leave me and shack up with the most famous classically trained dancer in the city? Continue reading
So how did the world start out? How did it all begin – can anyone know? No, you can’t, but you can have an idea. Exactly how the universe started is obviously really hard to know for certain. The most kosher theory out there is, of course, the Big Bang. According to which the universe started from a dense hot mess of particles tugging against each other and then exploding all over space. Spectacular theory. So this sexually loaded theory accounts for the fact that the universe expands and provides explanations for a broad range of phenomena like cosmic microwaves, Hubble’s law and John Travolta’s inexplicable belief in Scientology. Continue reading
“Your rock band for the evening”
Before I begin this discographist blog about the songs on Rope Money, a few words about the cover. We commissioned up-and-coming illustrator and jazz performer Wille Westerman to interpret a cryptic dream one of the band members had the previous year. The music started production as early as 2006 – atcn always take their sweet time in finishing their projects – but the cover didn’t show up at the BOF Records office until the week of release. Since that time, the cover has been analysed by a team of psychiatrists, who have officially made the call that any possible Freudian interpretation of the painting is to be considered valid. It is a great cover, end of story. Continue reading