Happy Halloween

Everything Jeff Lynne Touches Turns to Gold

Tonight at The Loving Touch - "In The HAUNTED Forest" w/ DJ Jeff Lynne (ELO fame) and Carjack! Super Care and TJman behind the bar! Treats, tunes and dancing! Costumes not required but highly encouraged. Everything gets started around 9pm. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Green and White (Dragons)

Sometimes they say
We are apples, fallen from a tree
Though times
You may not recognize me

But Dragons are heard
Over plains hot & heavy
Heaven parted
And pulled forth from the heir

A quake in the ground
A shaking of earth
Getting mother
All sorts of pissed off

And dragons are cool
When things get hot & heavy
Wings from the river
And Wings from the sky

- An AP Translation

Lust in Rust

'A pleasing land of drowsy head it was,
Of dreams that weave before the half shut eye,
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky.'
Castle of Indolence

Art show in Hazel Park. $5 BYOB

Cass Collective

Floating Heads, Uneven Universe, Demons, Mother Whale, Velveteen Rabbit.
Great Night with great friends, Sunday, September 27, 8 PM Cass Cafe

Thank You

Thanks to everyone who worked, performed and attended the DIY Street Fair, and to Bellyache and Tina for running the store. Thank you to Handmade Detroit for selling our Whales. Jessica and Amy White, thanks for the store credit. Lee Marvin Computer Arm made my saturday night. It was a wonderful weekend.

Today, 3pm, Ferndale

DIY Streetfair

3 days of great music, food, and art outside of the Woodward Ave. Brewery in Ferndale
Mother Whale 3:30 PM Sunday

Dally in the Alley

Dally in the Alley, Saturday 12 September 2009. Mother Whale, 4/5 PM Garden Stage, Second and Hancock. 5 Dallys at that address, with the throbbing stage to the east, the playpen in the back, and the allys... A friend and A friend.
1998 Costa & Adam found themselves in a gathering like no other. Eastern Apartment. Friday after Labor Day. Mongoloid Spider steps dancing to the slick dew nestling the walls. A plethora of timpanis circling about in the warm wind, dancing the nemesis to its end, a warm head of course, and again.
Both had spent many such an evening in the eastern section of the capital, the middle of the lower region of the state, and had witnessed adroit incompetence at the idea of conflagration. This new confrontation with such ineptitude caused ethereal fluctuations in the mind cavities, & many an eye wandered around the thick dew, nestling and circling the chambers and pavements which they found themselves navigating.
This wasn’t a typical “Burn the couch”
Burn the tire
But a mockery of all things transparent.
And the evening withered to dither.

The next morning featured the street fair, ordinary in its geography, extraordinary in its cadence.
Sound throbbed the walls and ruined the cat.
Grad students sat withering across the way.
Sophmore.

Dally In the Alley 2009, 4 PM Garden Stage

First week of september

Preparing for a night of Weird Pop at the Lager House, Richard and Adam will be playing some of their most regular hits at the Loving Touch, Tuesday September 1st.
In a conversation which transpired via message earlier today, Richard inaudably transfused a jockular taunt, which Adam resplied in fraternaspeak: "I don't think so."
It should be a good time.

A Go Go

Richard plays everything you want to hear each Tuesday at The Loving Touch in Ferndale. He's willing to part with a few of his gems, and being a reasonable fellow, he'll make adding to your collection very affordable.

Jesse Hoffman was raised on “the island,” an elongated formation in
the Detroit river that catches the ebb of it’s nomenclature to the
north, always maintaining it’s pristine serenity amidst the oil slicks
and deluge which circumnavigate it’s shores. Multifaceted instruments
adorned the Hoffman estate, thus nurturing his sonic endeavors and
providing the misce en scene for many an eclectic session. Honing his
geographic topography Mr. Hoffman is quite skilled in manning a Laser,
a two man bark, which has aided his configuration of the voltage
controlled storm he uses while whaling. Currently he is pursuing his
BA in Art Education which he began in 1998.

Adam Pierce traveled south from Flint in his 18th year to pursue a
more consistent education, which he did receive upon credited
completion a few flaccid semesters later. During this tenure he and
Mr. Hoffman met, as the former took multiple cigarette breaks while
the latter policed the northeastern quadrant of the campus, keeping
stickwielding letter-carriers and feral cats at bay. The two have
collaborated musically ever since, through many venues and many
implements. Today Adam sits amongst piles of “unreleased” material,
spends 35-40 hours a week dodging with drones and misanthropes, and
can mostly be found playing guitar, ranting, and recording the
multitudes of wildlife which abound in the night.

Richard Wohlfeil grew up amongst many a fracas on the hot, oscillating
blacktop of Wayne, between the two landfills which adorn the city and
are rumored to block the sun for most of the day. His family is a
lively and nurturing bunch who never fail to feed a hungry and thirsty
soul that may be caught wandering the flats of the western expanse.
Always a man of letters he spends his time translating the finest of
the French academics and hobbies in cataloguing the forgotten audio
lore of the region. He recently published his first volume of poetry
which is available in most independent bookstores and wherever the lad
may set up a stand. Mr. Wohlfeil holds the battery, configures
arrangements, and provides the bard’s accompaniment.