To whom it may concern:

Retired drummer - now willing and available - to provide backbone for the dense musical narrative of a band of Norse Godmen and the souls they mercilessly reap. Mounted upon unholy iron steeds, armed with war hammers and charged with the electricity pulsing through their veins, these barbarians, with ambiguous alignments, vanquish all those who obstruct their fervid march. Hordes of opposition try to stand in the way, and yet wave upon broken wave collapse at the their might. One Godman, still part-mortal, becomes weary of crushing skulls to which he passes off his hammer to a comrade saying, "My arms fail me. Go on with the work. I have done pretty well."

Skufka, I'm looking in you're direction...

(*Y$h9d9@WD-_@dndn)E)@)#1~!~!!

Holy crap we have a lot of crap. Or maybe it just seems like there’s a lot of crap because not all of our crap is stored away in closets or storage spaces – where crap belongs. Instead, crap is lying anywhere there was empty floor space - where crap does not belong - because all the closets and storage spaces – where crap belongs – are already full of crap.

So, I gather a pile crap and pack it away into moving bins, but then have nowhere to put this bin of crap because there are still piles of crap anywhere there was empty floor space – where crap does not belong. Vexed, I leave this bin of crap where it is in hopes that I can pack away some other pile of crap and, in turn, make some empty floor space to put this other bin of crap.

So, in theory, we want to have a stack of bins full of crap over there in the corner. But there are so many layers of unpacked crap that it is necessary to shuffle the bins already stuffed with crap more than once because the floor space needed to store these bins that are full of crap are already occupied by massive, heaping piles of crap! Holy crap we have a lot of crap!

The Jones legacy

This is a picture of me 'n my bruhdder, Brad. Yep, check us out. It's actually a pretty good picture - surprising, even - given how neither of us fully cooperates when it comes to saying cheese. We have differing, yet agonizingly obstinate approaches.

Brad is too busy doing crap like this:




And I'm too busy being all elusive and mysterious because I hate frikkin posing for pictures:




So, all things considered, the first picture posted is, in essence, a miracle. Sarah must have sensed that the planets were aligned when she spun around, camera in hand, and didn't even give us the chance to pull our usual stunts. Props to you, Mrs. Jones!

But, it is this representation I want to instill upon the minds of all when I officially declare that these two sterling gentlemen are the ones who will be continuing to build the Jones dynasty. Awww yeah! An exhilarating yet troublesome thought, I know: Exhilarating in that we're both geniuses and exemplars in our own capacity; Troublesome in that when we're together it's like listening in on a pair of 7 year-olds giggle about poop and farts and boobs and video games. Regardless, it takes well-rounded leadership to rule the world... Just be mindful of that when elections roll around in a couple of years.

Brad's birthday is tomorrow. He's gonna be 20... or 21; whichever, I don't remember. He'll be celebrating on the other side of the continent from me. Y'see, Brad's faithfully serving a mission in the great state of California. He's committed to something that's right and true, and I'm proud of him for it. I know and feel that his selfless service has blessed, and will continue to bless, our little family.

His absence is surely felt. To me, the din of family powwows has witnessed a steady decline in recent months. In part, it's because newly formed family units have gradually splintered off to nest elsewhere and are unable to make it to every gathering. And that makes sense, yes? Fewer loudmouths in one place equals less raucous. But something still felt off, something is still amiss. Indeed. The slight lack of enthusiasm I feel at family gatherings is due to the fact that I really, really miss my brother.

BUT, ALAS!Brad is involved in a worldwide effort to bring about the greater good. An effort and message that can only be successful if carried and accepted by people who strive to do the right thing. You go, Brad!

Happy Birthday, Mr. President!

Seeing as how things will be...

December is gonna be crazy for us. C-I-Z-Z-R-A-Z-A-Y!

Despite all the planning and social engagements that is inherent in living through the month of December, and with the impending logistical headaches of pulling up stakes and moving the Jones camp ten minutes to the west, The Music spoke to me these past two nights. In doing so, January's mixtape basically sequenced itself. Here's a picture preview of where the vibe sits now:

*gets all fidgety with anticipation*

Chew on this

Once the game is over,
the King and the Pawn go back into the same box

- Italian Proverb

Nukes and Good News - December '09 BRR Mixtape Brigade

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=M7ZI696I

"Still the calm continued...

We ate dinner, a hurried and anxious meal for me with eighteen men abroad on the sea and beyond the bulge of the earth and with that heaven-rolling mountain range of clouds moving slowly down upon us.

Wolf Larson did not seem affected, however... His face was stern, the lines of it had grown hard, and yet in his eyes, - blue, clear blue this day, - there was a strange brilliancy, a bright scintillating light. It struck me that he was glad there was an impending struggle; that he was thrilled and upborne with knowledge that one of the great moments of living, when the tide of life surges up in flood, was upon him...

He was daring destiny, and he was unafraid."

- Jack London