"Get the fuck to work." Ordered, received, and read a new book this week. But first, a dream I had: Someone I'd severely wronged a long time ago reappeared and shot me. As I bled out, my last words were " that's fair ...." No idea what it means (although I have my suspicions), but I have therapy next Thursday so maybe I'll find out. Anyway, about that book. For starters, I was going to write a how-to book series where the mundane, atomic tasks of everyday life are dissected,

Saint Robert. (Celebcandle company.) I watch an episode of The Joy of Painting every night before bed. It's every bit a part of my power-down routine along with sleepy-time tea and passionflower extract. Comfort tv. His show was filmed in my hometown, at the Minnetrista Cultural Center, where they also sometimes have Garfield-themed exhibits and educational things about the Indiana gas boom. His studio (with the ol' clock on the wall) is itself an exhibit now, and includes a

Not me relating to a 6 month old Japanese monkey. Things are well into 2026 now, and I've realized that when I sit down to create something, I'm less likely to reach the epiphanal state of mind required to create such things. Anything coming in through the forebrain always seem to hide like an Amazon package left behind a bush. I've realized, for the most part, some things have to come in through the side door. The shower principle. Or, for me, the treadmill principle. The Su

Call the number on your screen and have your credit card ready. I'm old enough to remember Fire by Night, the mulleted 80s evangelical answer to SNL that warned us of the dangers of rock music . I'm old enough to remember   Bob Larson and his radio show , relentlessly promoting the alleged rock-music-to-satanism pipeline. Limbaugh for people who wished Rushie would talk about god more. I'm old enough to remember the Hell's Bell's documentary on regular rotation at youth gr

This time time stops. The "500 Days of Night" Substack launched last week, a long-awaited (by me) resurrection of the old Brazil tour journal I used to write. Going through the old entries, I'm already getting misty-eyed, and I expect it to get worse. The past is, as they say, a foreign country. But I figured I'd repost the first non-preface entry here for posterity, if for nothing else than just to show the Sunday blog some love. If you haven't subscribed, I hope you do so

The Ministry of Peculiar Things. Big news to end the month of January! The Official DL;BR Webstore is now open. We've launched with a new line of merch, and included the new vinyl in case you missed the Backerkit campaign from 2025. We've also included some vault items, like the last remaining CDs from the original pressing and the original 2006 tour posters. The beloved artifacts from the Husherville Collection (lathe cut, cassette, etc) will be added soon, so check back fr

Tickets on sale now. Alright I admit that I skipped a week on the blog, things got hectic with getting the Brazil vinyl out the door, plus the constant buzz of "unprecedented" news coming in a slow adrenaline drip seemingly meant to paralyze us into despair or compliance or both, as well as the historical rhetorical of How Did Such Things Happen Back Then having been fully answered, and the quick dawning that American "exceptionalism" has rotted the brains of a good many of u

Spin the wheel. Feeling lucky? I made some updates to the site last week, including a subtle little addition to the top menu called Tip Roulette . It works like a typical digital tip jar you see on a lot of sites, except with "DL;BR Tip Roulette," every fifth donation gets a gift in the mail. It doesn't matter the size nor the frequency of the donation. You might donate a dollar, and if you're the fifth, you might get a vinyl record in the mail that would cost you $30 at the

Wrap it up, son. Of all the years throughout history, 2025 was definitely one of them. Beyond the 50-odd rambling blog posts over Sunday morning coffee every week, there was the Canadian winter cabin retreat through two record-breaking snowstorms and a near-fatal brush with the wendigo in Les Laurentides. There were collabs with friends in Wenches , Calm Bomb Collective , plus the release of Emotions by The Tied Hands . There was the resurfacing of Brazil's lost magnum opus

Two years of writing Death, love, and broken records Every Sunday Tis what tis. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ What I’m reading: The Magnificent Ambersons   ( Booth Tarkington ) What I'm listening to: Rossiter Roa d   (Ahmad Jamal) Join the Substack:

Photo: Szoki Adams on Flickr My car dashboard has been endowed with a lifetime of secrets. The poor thing. There's something freeing about being and feeling far away from the ears and influence of another human being. I like my own space. I like my own company. Something I have always felt in my bones. I don't know why I have this urge. Maybe it's from being misunderstood more often than not. Maybe it's from having grown up in the micro-managed moral environment of evangelica

These are strange days. Before me sits a pile of fifteen cassettes, each one 30-35 years old. (Or more.) Yellowed labels, stuck on as early as the late 1980s, are being removed with mineral spirits and Q-tips. They document the names of sermons with titles like "Baptism - now what?" Spiritual Response to Demonic & Occult," and "Joy." I bought the tapes at auction, anticipating a project like this one would come along - braying old preachers taped over, muzzled for once. Inser

Kinda crazy journey over this last year, what with all the legal maneuvering in getting the masters back, finding old files, and placing our first ever band vinyl order. We'd never done a crowdfunding campaign before, collectively nor individually, and this itself was its own learning curve. But here we are in the final stages of all of this - the artifact is made, funded, and preparing to be widely released upon the earth. As we draw down into this final stage, here are a fe

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Photo by Tracey Moberly, under the M6 near Salford Circus (a portal to the underworld). Lots of extracurricular things going on outside the hubbub of Philosophies and Velocities . DL;BR is nothing if not a collaborative creature. And so, there is another record to announce. This one is not mine but one I contributed to, curated by UK cult artist, trickster, magician, and reluctant retired pop star Bill Drummond . A man who, along with fellow justified and ancient KLF konspira

Hats off to an incredible campaign to raise funds for the Brazil vinyl! To be honest, this is something we've been wanting to do for years, and we are thrilled that people showed up and helped us make this a reality. So now what? Good question, and things are still being thought over, mused upon, and tossed around. Another show? Maybe. A Hostage and the Meaning of Life on vinyl? Not sure (we don't own it). But I do know that for Death, Love & Broken Records , I couldn't imag

But enough about me, why don’t you tell me about your day? Brazil's crowdfunding campaign for "The Philosophy of Velocity" vinyl reissue wraps up this Thursday on Backerkit . This is a final and more fitting close to an album that has somehow always existed as an open browser tab in my mind. An album of unfinished business and what-if. So much life has happened since this record's sunset that I have to think hard to remember the sequence of things in The After: Such as learni

If you haven't heard, Brazil's campaign to release "The Philosophy of Velocity" on vinyl has crossed the line into fully funded territory. 👏👏👏👏👏 We could not have done this without all of your support, and we can't wait to get this beautiful piece of art into your hands.  It's not lost on me that the very first DL;BR catalog release is the last will and testament from the Brazil canon. It's as if one very, very long creative arc has now become a circle. We're getting th

Tickets on sale now. Skipped a week, but who's counting? In my defense, the campaign for Brazil's "The Philosophy of Velocity" vinyl...

Brazil record, Wednesday The official vinyl crowdfunding campaign for Brazil's 2006 album reissue of "The Philosophy of Velocity" opens...