By the way...

Happy birthday Rex...

NOLA pictures...

New ink... For the sick IX...

The Black Flag tattoo I had put in black. It needed to be fixed. The tattoo artist and I were both fucked up when it was done.

Rivers of abscess...

This is a band that means so much to me. It has been my safe haven whenever things were fucked up with The Emaciated, or Immoral Habit, or just life in general. I started writing music for this project back in '97. I finally demoed 7 songs back in 2006. However since 2006 (and even way before that) I have been busy doing work with aforementioned bands. I work on it when I can, and that I consider a luxury. Complete freedom. Freedom from other peoples perspectives, opinions, and nonsensical horseshit that had me writing this music to begin with. It is just as evil as it is righteous.

So that brings me here today. I just started to demo new ideas for a record. I wish I could say it will be done by this October. We'll have to wait and see if that's the case. If not, we should be done by the first half of next year. This project is very grassroots, very organic, and shall not be rushed into oblivion. We'll leave to the others I have worked with before. Kind of an intellectual "Tortoise and the hair" if ya follow?

Well just thought I would let you in on something I'm working on. I haven't talked much about R.O.A. lately. If you like mellow mind-fuck music that you can burn to, then you might dig this project.

Take care all,

-J


Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Love is the law, love under will.

For Matt...

It has been 2 years since the passing of my good friend and brother Matt. I awoke this morning to a text on my phone reminding me of this day, a day I will never forget as long as I live. Although I feel lucky to have spent so much time with him. Matt is in my every thought, and movement I make. Everything I do is for him and that will never change. I'm not here to rain on anyones parade or be the downer for everyones day. I am simply just reminding everyone to be careful, embrace the love of your friends and family, and never take anyone you love for granted. Matt was one of a kind. A kid who overcame odds that you and I could never see past. Matt also lived in alot of pain and fear. But that pain and fear is no more. I still KNOW FOR A FACT that he is jamming with us out at the house on Lake Jackson saying; "That's not good enough, do it over." And I guess we all can be a little selfish in this matter. I am still reminded of a time when we declared that our daughters would be lesbians when they grew older and would be girlfriends (which of course in our minds was bound to happen). I remember the spooning incident at the bunker. I remember going to PANFUCKINGTERA on April 1st 2001. I remember when we jammed in the shed outside the house on Lake Jackson so loud the fucking SWAT team showed up to tell us we were "incredibly loud!" And my last memory of you was us doing a rendition of "Nothing else matters" and changing the words to "Nothing else splatters." Of course we all want him to be here right now, having cocktails, blasting Slayer at 4 in the morning. But on this day 2 years ago, Matt did what he wanted. And that is that. I miss him. We ALL miss you. And I can only thank you for being in my life as long as you were. I feel blessed just having had the chance to know you brother. Take care-


Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Love is the law, love under will.

Birthday picture from ol' Lake Jackson...

New gear for Immoral habit...

This here is a picture of my new rig I will be using for Immoral Habit. It was a fucking steal of a price and can't wait to work with it a little more. the set up is almost complete. I will be making a few additions to it soon. But it's fine for now. I actually feel like a fucking guitar player once again. Just thought I would keep you posted. It's been a few days. And yes my 27th was a blast. Thanks to everyone that wrote and called. Hails...

-J

Tim Russert, 1950-2008

American politics will just never be the same. I am very sad over this.

On Cannabis...

My hero...

Chapter III...

Well alot of the anger from this past week has subsided. It's a new day, week, life, shit. Scored a big fat sack of green grass and I am ready to chill. I am feeling good (better than the last month for sure) and I have an IH jam tomorrow. Dave and I talked on the phone today about the building of a PA system which we have most of the components for. I have some new projects in the works as well as reviving some old ones as well. It's good to keep friends in this line of work. Scott the Twat (former IH guitarist) and I were talking about an anti-drummer (all programmed drums) project we can start for fun. Once again just a matter of collectiing the necessary components to do this project. About a 1000.00 worth of shit. Getting all that would enable me to do The rivers stuff as well. A project I am still very much invested in. My mind is becoming a sponge once again. And I have alot of free fucking time on my hands, and alot of assholes that I never should of met out of my life now. I don't mind sitting down and watching them all just die...

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Love is the law. Love under will...

Necrophagia...

An old friend from the 90's...

Body no longer relevant...

This is a sample from my journal while in the the ICU at North Collier Hospital...

May 29th, 2008.

Breathing. Seeing ghosts. Hallways. Nurses ghosts. Who's hands will my life be in today? Who cares? Beyond apathy. Beyond cliches. T.V. ghosts have long played this hideous charade to the dying. Locked in exile, hallucinating. Frying. Peeling away the days. Losing. Lose belt rear. I.V. itching like ants on a jock strap. Strapped in crying helpless out to you. But do you care?

Below are some pictures from my stay in the ICU. This is the dark side of the blog...

Happy Biodiversity Day...

I guess G Dubbs is right. Man AND Fish can co-exist peacefully. Well I guess just for today.

Another photo from the studio...

Papa Bear: The Remix...

Picture from the studio...

Thanks Vincente...