Ready for the Show (May 2010)

Lakeside Lounge, 5.21.10

Mark McKay Band feat. love I.e.D.
Lakeside Lounge, LEs/nYc
Happy Hour, 7-9pm

where is my mind (donde esta mis huevos mix)

mother (etta P. wrecks mix)

orig. John Lennon, written after a primal scream session, which is retained at the end in the beautiful and overwhelming recorded version. (Also, here's a great Live Version from Madison Square Garden.)

part of a "mother suite" that I'm working on that consists of songs about mothers. i envision that is a soundtrack for a movie that I've been roiling in the back of my mind for about a year now. the movie is re-telling of the Οἰδίπους tragedy retold on a 1950 Texas/Oklahoma border. needless to say, it involves a star kicker who has a club foot, hits the game-winning field goal at the homecoming game, goes on to become the mayor of his town, gets into a scuffle with the mayor of a neighboring town across the Red River, kills him, falls in love with his wife, has a daughter who eventually has to breast feed his frail body as it withers away into oblivion.

Mother Suite
The End (The Doors)
Mother (Pink Floyd)
Mother (Danzig)
Mama Said (The Shirelles)
Always on the Run (Lenny Kravitz)
Mama Said (Metallica)
Super-Ego (love I.E.D.)

one is the loneliest

one is the loneliest number by loveIED

My first experiment with Reason 4. Entire track done in my bedroom with my keyboard. Helluh fun fucking around with this stuff in between Heidegger, Spinoza, and the waft of wonderful menses and laughter from just down the hall.

The vox mix has muched to be desired. I need to get a better mic and some better speakers. But, it's a start for now.

orig. Three Dog Night cover by Aimee Mann

vomit into a glass. articulate nothing.

Paradoxically, to feel "large" in the city, one has to retreat to the tiniest of spaces. Much like an animal cornered who makes itself big as a last resort in the face of death, we manifest our greatest power in the corners, cracks, crevices, dark interstices. μεταξύ as absolute presence.

For the past few years, all of my songs have been recorded in the various bathrooms of my various apartments. It is the only place I feel confident enough to belt out tunes. I place my laptop on the stool, sit on the toilet, adjust the instruments so they dont' bang on the wall or sink, and assemble the song.

"vomit in a glass. articulate nothing" was recorded in 2009, a beautiful and tumultuous year where so much was destroyed and created.

vomit into a glass. articulate nothing. by loveIED

the love I.E.D.

"The authorities call it a 'love I.E.D.,' or improvised explosive device, and it is not just an isolated case. Capt. Nabil Abdul Hussein of the Iraqi national police said that six had exploded in the Dora neighborhood of Baghdad alone in the past year."

FULL ARTICLE: Lovelorn Iraqi Men Call on Wartime Skill