Yearly Archives: 2004

Spontaneous Combustion and News Update

Shortly the Cave of Trouble’s 2004 cinematic outing, Spontaneous Combustion, will be made available on Protozoic.com. The other night Tim (Bear) and myself made minor corrections to it and then burned a proper DVD of it, which we think looks pretty good. And looking good is pretty important, especially when you take into account other major elements of the film like “plot” are damn near incomprehensible. I’m guessing that we will have the movie up for download sometime next week in both a small format and then a larger format (but not too large format). Then not too far off in the future, we’ll also be finishing up the music video for Spontaneous Combustion, “May I have Some Cake Please”, and probably putting that up too. Once that is done, we’ll go ahead and put together a DVD which we’ll be selling on the website.

In other news, progress on the album is going quite smoothly. More on that soon.

The only other piece of news I have concerns the Anime “Comic Party”, which I watched on Comcast’s On Demand feature this evening (currently there are a number of free programs you can watch On Demand as part of a promotion I’m assuming). The verdict is that “Comic Party” has to be the worst Anime I’ve ever seen. Don’t watch it. Carve Pumpkins.

alt.country kick…

That’s what I’ve been on lately. Seems like the only disc you’ll ever find in my player is by either Whiskeytown, Wilco, the Jayhawks, Barn Burners, Mindy Smith, My Morning Jacket, Son Volt, or Chris Whitley. (any of whom I reccomend.)

Sometimes, when I get stuck in these ruts, I like to think about lemonade.

Mmmm.

Sweet. Sour. Delicious.

Lemonade.

A Very Mysterious Life

There is a 
preconceived notion
about
shoes -
and the people
who like them.

When she comes
in the mailroom
with glee,
and calls me a liar of happiness,
because I've missed the fact
that shoes have arrived,
I think of the time I was in 
a foreign country
with a big suitcase,
the size of
a small foreign car's trunk.

In the case, I had:
some
paper
and
a lot of
empty space.

My girlfriend saw the space -
And put it to good use
by filling it with shoes.

Perhaps my
"preconceived notion",
that in the grand physics
of the cosmos,
women are inexorably 
linked to shoes,
is unfounded.

But I'm glad that women
like shoes.
It makes
for
a
very
mysterious
life.

At the (an) (uncertainty) American Voice (Woman) (Song by Tom Petty) (Paterson)

There is no shape  
             that the words carve out  
                to match the roar I anticipate  
                   in waiting to hear  

A city a man  
      no more  
 a wilderness of men and (women)  
         a structure  
             structure-less  
   sought where it isn't  
mown  

The only garden  
       a Dunkin Donuts  
never closed   
          always clean   
the young girl behind the counter  
                        who smiles and speaks  
                           in a language   
                               I cannot understand
(and still the women's bathroom is
out of order - something is amiss
in paradise)

Against
   the grass uncut
      as mist falls
   bending
light over
   wrappers and cans
      round beneath the rusted bridge
   where a man hangs
by a cable

There too i think i have an idea
  for a poem
    something to get this voice
      of the moment
to put it down
  to map it out
    when the reality is
      maps litter the backseat
        taken from the center
          where the man speaks a history
            that turns in and over itself
              wrapping me by
         in squares
lines
       and
names
      that
      do
or
  don't

There's no way out of this
place but living
in a roar
of fevered streets
alive in the light
alive in the dark
where
there
never
was
a
poem
to
begin
with

Only a winding NJ turnpike
scattered with ridiculous $0.35 tolls