(written + recorded in fall 2010)
“dopeland” (slow instrumental outro)
(1 minute)
(Emajor)
(spring 2011)
(post-emma claire wolin breakup)
i got drunk on cheap vodka and told emma i’d be in boston for the next 4 days…
(an utter lie!)
(using socrates cruz as an excuse…)
age 26…
with no $$$, no job, no welfare checks…
i was still living in my parents’ basement. the only places i’d been performing @ were lame-ass “poison ivy” shows in park slope that never garnered any further fans.
but most tragically, i had NO DOPE!
(woodblock painting by tammam gatti)
(roll credits as balloons through blue sky)
(JoGa – writer/director)
(colin shallcross / tammy gatti / shane taylor – graphic design)
grodeck must grow a dick. he’s a beautiful aryan and all but i think he’s secretly working against all i stand for. more than that, he admires me. i remember running into him at the east village’s crocodile lounge along with colin back in the fall of 2008. we were all winners then. we spoke from our hearts and we wrote with a pen. fisher ‘n mueller just raved ’bout the show. the aryan in him was dying to know…
(roboray – rhythms)
(www.jogajungle.com)
(*we won the war*)
(images of paradise jungle)
(lion’s roar)
by january 2012, i had moved from my parents’ basement to my grandmother’s attic. the old man lived in his own parents’ attic until his late-20s (just as the mother’s brother formerly lived in the very same attic i was currently occupying)…
i’d wanted to move in with the old man’s mother but his brother and sister were still living there. and back in october 2010, i had told him off to such a frightening degree that he vowed never to speak to me again. which meant that his sister and mother weren’t going to talk to me again either…
i was forever paranoid during this period in my life. still on probation, i hadn’t yet reported to the probation officer my recent arrest for simple assault (even though i was supposed to mail them a report each month). i was drinking more heavily than ever (even though i still had no job nor means of income).
then one evening the house across the street was broken into (for the second time that month). fearing that the police would come question me for the robbery, i hid out in the attic all night…
“earthquakes and slick shakes”
(actually outro for “americana”)
(“united states of america”)
it’s the sa a a a a a a a a amine
movin too slow
same old cam pai ai ai ai ai gn
only sally would know…
“outro”
(*rooftop footage*)
(as suggested by larnald in late 2011 after picking up grass in the east village…)