Bloodshot eyes.

A few days away from the office breeze by like they never even happened.
A blur would have been too much to ask for.

On this, my final night before the big Monday morning drive down those familiar roads all the way to my own personal tomb it seems I have not drank enough despite my double vision.

I should be heading towards a soft place to rest my head, I shouldn't be lighting another cigarette, I shouldn't be wide awake.

I tried to drink as many beers in as little time as possible, I tried to reboot the system.

This doesn't seem to solve the problem anymore.

I'm either back where I started, only dizzier or I'm sick.

No solution.

No rest.

I'll find something to crunch on. I'll draw my blood away from my head without hurting myself.

If this plan turns out a failure, it's off to the medicine cabinet for little plan b's.

Yeah, how I wish. Just a closet full of Tums and toothpaste.

Why is it that the things I hate are the things I become as soon as it's a little easier.

It's funny how easily the little voice I refuse to hear get's drowned out by the dozens of mouthy bad ideas I just can't say no to.

"Will I go outside to suck the fire?" Why yes, I'd love another.

I'll just ignore that faint weeze.

I'll pretend I'm exempt from the human condition and hit the pillow clear headed.

At last a silent moment, at last the quiet colors of a dream.

Floating breath.

Autumn officially ends with the cold wind now chilling the window glass.
I breath out smoke but still I see my breath pass the sensor light and fade away into darkness.
I always wonder if it's warmth carries it higher than the treetops or if it touches the clouds.
Does it circle the earth forever or dissipate and die of the cold?
As midnight crawls into dawn not a lit window can be seen in the surrounding houses.
Silence is Winter's proclamation.
Cold is it's controlling hand.
Darkness is it's atom bomb.
Soon the last leaf will lose it's grip and leave the brittle branch from which it came.
Cracked and dry this shall be it's final resting place.
Til' nothing but dust remains.

Big Bucket of Chicken Redux part II

Come with me

And you'll be

In a world of

Pure imagination

Take a look

And you'll see

Into your imagination

~W. Wonka

The Big Bucket of Chicken Redux Part 2

See part 1 below.

Enjoy!

The Big Bucket of Chicken Redux

Elegance, Class, Two Assholes with microphones.

This is the audio of The Big Bucket of Chicken Redux from the WCWP Homecoming weekend lineup for 2011. Original air date Sunday October 23rd, 2011 6AM-8AM.

This is for all you die hard fans out there...oh, you don't exist?!

This is for our friends and family...and maybe one day..fan..s

If you are not familiar with "The Big Bucket of Chicken" here's a little info.

Kevin McClure and myself like to record ourselves rambling. playing music and occasionally something funny happens. So, basically it's all funny because we have no idea what we're doing, essentially. When ever this occurs you will find some great music taking the place of silence and awkwardness. In this particular installment of TBBOC you will find artists ranging from: Boys Noize, the Suuns, Beastie Boys, The Prodigy, music from the 'Enter the Void' soundtrack, the 'Tron Legacy" soundtrack, Streets of Rage 2 from Sega Genesis and everything else in between.

Highlights from this show:

29:47- Franklin Square sketch/moch TV AD

1:21:53- Ghostbusters audio clip of Mayer's Office scene (outro to LFO-Freak from the Enter the Void soundtrack.)

1:27:17 Lou and Kevin have a bourgeois British tea party.

1:38:56- Tyler Perry's 'One Black Christmas' Sketch/moch radio AD

We at the Big Bucket of Chicken hope you enjoy this show and look forward to recording more for your delight.

I am a dryer.

I will take your money.

I will dry your cloths.

I may burn your cloths if you leave them in me for too long.

They may burn if you set my temperature too high.

They may also not dry very well, even after 40 minutes.

Or, they may not dry at all.

Go away!

Leave me alone and let me do my work.

Are you deaf?

Can't you hear all this change bouncing around?

Please remember to empty your pockets before you fill me with your cloths.

If I find any paper money I'll be sure and take it as gratitude.

Stare at me at me all you want, I will not cool down until my timer reads 00:00.

See you next week, I'll be here.

Go fuck yourself.

Autumn's end.

With the clocks turned back an hour my first reaction is good because I enjoy the extra hour of sleep or sleeplessness these first few days. I like waking up with the new sunrise and because I'm usually awake long into the night I enjoy the extra hour I can now waste every night before I pass out or force myself to walk in to my bedroom and get in the bed and sleep. Right now we're all experiencing the intermediate weather and daylight that comes in between the Fall and Winter. I love the Fall and love the beginning of Winter, but Winter in NY takes up a large portion of the year. The first few snowfalls and dark afternoons bring me nostalgia only the ending of one season and beginning of another can bring. I don't mind leaving work at 5pm to the already dark world as I drive home and settle in for the night, but I know that soon the appreciation will become gloom and the gray atmosphere will only feed my depression ironically causing me to stay awake longer in to the night only feeding my depression even more. The emotions of the Winter catch me by surprise every year. The combination of deteriorating weather and holidays confuse me into a state of self loathing and unwarranted sadness and anger. As the cold days become cold weeks and months the snow and darkness seem to almost taunt me in a way that I have yet built a defense for. I know it's that time of the year and I know exactly what the weather and atmosphere will be like. The electricity in the air surrounding all life and lack there of mixes unevenly with the emotions that come naturally from interacting with close family and friends during the holiday season. The holidays seem to be the focus of things to look forward to and dread at the same time. I don't think it's the actual holiday season itself that is the catalyst for bad feelings, but instead they are a byproduct of what occurs naturally during the cold part of the year. Being stranded indoors left with nothing but darkness outside for the better part of the day. Although I usually spend the same 6-8 hours after work doing whatever I want it's during this time of year the sun is already gone by 5pm and my entire day outside of work feels like I should be either in bed or getting ready for bed so this entire time plays on my psyche the same way the last hour or two I stay awake fighting the want or need to go to bed does which usually occurs between the hours of 12am and 4am, only now this feeling begins close to the end of my workday or early afternoon. Now most of my day my body is struggling with the same emotions I usually experience during the late night and early morning hours. The cold and darkness take their toll enough but it's the snow that truly brings me to  the edge of isolation as it pounds the outside of my windows. The beauty of the first few snowfalls fades away fast deep into January when the cold has become unbearable and the site of a crystallized tree only reminds of the death of everything around that the eye can see.