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Norwegian Arms - West Queen West

 / I was just listening to Animal Collectives early record Sung Tongs and then I played my bud Keith Birthday’s newest release. He came down from NYC and played some of this new work more acoustically at the benefit show I ran a few weeks ago, but certainly feeling the relationship to how early AC’s stuff influenced him. 

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Thanks to YVYNYL for keen ears on the new track - in fact this is a pretty old song, written just after we had finished recording the first record, it definitely wears its influences on its sleeve a little more.

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My new album “Girard Freeloader” is out

Excited to welcome my new album into the world. It’s been a learning experience :)

“somehow conjures proggy mysticism and contemporary R&B all at once” - AdHoc

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Norwegian Arms - Resource Sucker

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I’m really happy with how this came out. A real strange auto-tuned psychedelic swirl.

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Norwegian Arms - How We Move

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Yvynyl debuted a few songs of ours a while back, just getting around to sharing them now, since I have a new album out Jan 20 :)

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Best in show (at The Great Allentown Fair)

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Ridgewood, Queens

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My Eyes Desire to Watch Salmon

I would rather be watching salmon spawn upriver than be at this punk rock show 

Earlier today I was at my job on my smartphone and I was emailed a video of salmon spawning  - I watched it and it moved me

A soft crackling yolk spreads a fatty haze through thick clouds - a soft light drips into the atmosphere and breaks into fractals onto miniature glacial peaks kicked up by an admittedly countable but still impressive number of fish tails 

How amazing as robot helicopters carry cameras that take 4K footage of salmon headed upstream in some sort of brilliant light like the light of before I ever wake up anymore I have almost never seen this light as far as I know but have often closed my eyes and imagined it  

Re: the light Maybe as a child walks to school uphill I saw it before and to descend and find it receding  later as I skipped home I’m sorry I didn’t skip but I did feel elated a handfull of honeysuckle I had grabbed to suck or buttercups held under chins near the pond that eventually revealed itself  as drainage

or the woods nearby, reduced to a small collection of mostly dead trees beyond which a hole cut into a cliff it is definitely not a mine but my young brain was convinced that the walls - rough hewn - freeze frame yawning as some water trickled down

The song big bad John resonated in my heart each time I went into that hole Agin not the mine it appeared but it was probably some kind of runoff I don’t think a sewer but I did daydream morbidly - as I still do of the mine collapsing as in the song and my small life ending

or that time I threw a rock at an abandoned window and as the shatters hung in that perceptibly endless moment before they fell to the earth I first felt remorse

Later I approached it but not actually  but came close Twenty eight years old and climbing on trains with my childhood friend as all else no longer through the childhood shortcut but a more practical route I hadn’t noticed then

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Nomadic

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5am Tsukiji fish market scallops ☺️🇯🇵👌🏻#Japan #tokyo #tsukiji #scallops #breakfastofchampions #idrankfivevendingmachinecoffees #andapocarisweat

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New York City view from soho

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So many cuties at the library today 😍📖🇷🇺

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NJ roadside gas station selfie

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I just binge-watched the best netflix original series ever

I just binge-watched the best netflix original series ever it is called outside at night looking up. 

I mean that I looked up and understood why the stars were the netflix for all the people thousands of years ago looking up and why we didn’t need netflix before.

In the city I had escaped for a brief moment there are nowhere near actually, but poetically enough screens to say something like ‘The netflix screens in New York are as numerous as the visible stars above.’ Of course that is taking into account that in the city many the stars are drowned out by the brightness of all of the artificial light. 

How many ipads streaming netflix at lowest brightness does it take to drown out an average star - how much do ipads contribute to light pollution in New York City?

I think about all the stars I miss each night through ipad use and I feel a deep eternal sadness quell up within my chest. I am filled with the weight of ten hundred million souls drooping downward, the legacy of their sky pictures drowned out in all the noise.

Poetically one could also say something like - ‘maybe the stars are just other space ppl watching space netflix’.

I am not kidding, last week I looked up into an unadulterated night sky and felt the fear of the infinite glaze over my eyes with a wide brush. I felt myself gasping and the very cliche but emotionally devastating idea of being perched sideways on a sphere hurdling through the cosmos and no one really cares about this sphere and rightfully so. I did not tell anyone I was with, but I began to weep silently on a beach towel, looking directly at the sky hoping that with a steady gaze more stars would reveal themselves, and they did. 

my heart sighs heavy and low with an ancient weight, sighs something; something like ‘the requested content is currently not available in your location’.

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Duck bro

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Over Utah

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One day this blog will be compiled into an ebook when I am dead

Last night I had a dream in 2050 or so they had taken my texts with my friends combed through them carefully and compiled them into an ebook like the great letter writers

(in this dream I am dead)

and they own all the texts,  you know all the chats too apple/google press .001 cents per download goes to my estate that hole in the ground my body rests in

oh no I made a mistake I said “they” before when I said they will comb but they won’t it will be a computer built to choose  based on an “algorithm of assumed quality” my chats vs. everyone elses and maybe combed out because they don’t talk about sleater kinney or katy perry or whatever scalable internet bullshit that 2050 people care about

and I will be resting in my hole and I won’t care about social media I can’t wait to care about social media I’m not going to say I can’t wait to be resting in my hole but I think you get the point

brb, talking a belfie.