The Porchistas Alan & Waking Lights Nicole - violin and acoustic guitar duet. Do it!
The Porchistas Alan & Waking Lights Nicole - violin and acoustic guitar duet. Do it!
Montclair NJ’s The Porchistas song “Nuke the World” off their CD “Save the Earth”. Produced by Eileen Richardson. All 16mm shots are original footage by Richardson from Central and South America including The Panama Canal. The digi-nukes are from Japanese artist Isao Hashimoto’s digital depiction of the history of nuclear testing. Explicit lyrics.

me - wanna take a walk in the blizzard?
Butera - hahaha, for chrissakes dont you know me by now? i’m a guido broad i dont walk in the snow.
The mountains are driving me crazy, and they’re not done being created. They never are… mountains constantly reinvent themselves, moving skyward, retreating into their own, slowly crumbling to the ground, resting…
Maybe this is why they are so difficult to paint.
Or maybe, it is because they are so similar to our kind. The artist formerly known as Nathan told me today “when you think you’re ready to tackle it, just wait until you start painting people. We’re tough fuckers to paint.” I want to think that I hold mountains in such reverance that I can’t stop painting these ones until I get them right… then again, I know I never will. Then again, these mountains wouldn’t exist without me…
Maybe we need to apply this thought process past the concept of art.
We live in a naturally artistic world, and all we have to do is keep it up. We’re not even responsible for creating it… we just take that upon ourselves. The fact of the matter is this: nobody has ever painted anything more beautiful than nature… but our depicitions may indeed be more beautiful than the world we leave for our children if we are not thoughtful in our movements…
Mountains take too long to paint.

Do you hate me now?
Does my presence make you hard
I’m sure that your feelings toward me now far outweigh any previous encounters
You enter standing above me…forcing me to look up
Your eyes now manage to pierce my mouth shut
My how things have changed
What reaction are you expecting as you spew hateful words in my direction
Her spread legs will not affect me
Whore’s are overrated and now so are you
This may be your home, but alas, I am not your guest
Go fuck her and if we’re really lucky I’ll fuck him
Do you hate me now?
Your words are empty
Your voice is distorted into noise
Can you hear me
Are you aware that I am here for him…for me
Not you or the girl lieing mouth open in your bed
Not for possibilites or confrontations
silent stories
So, do you hate me now?
None of the traditional christmas elements come from the birth of ole JC. whether its santa claus or the yule log, hollie, or the christmas tree, the Christians stole their symbols and good tidings from the bad, bad pagans. Click on “How the christians stole christmas” above to learn how!

Over the last 10 years or so those shitty-ass, gigantic, ugly blow-up Christmas decorations have become the norm on front lawns across america. Who the fuck are the people who buy these big pieces of plastic shit, and do they really think they look good? Is there anything that signifies a society that lacks creativity more than those energy using eye-sores? I have fantasized several times over the past few Christmas Eves about taking advantage of my drunken state and murdering several of these bubbles throughout the area with blow darts. Unfortunately I havent been able to find an accomplice that would be my lookout or drive the getaway car. But what fun that would be after everyones asleep, putting those big ugly beasts out of their collective misery. Oh the thought of all of those shallow families with tons of meaningless shit piled up under their trees, waking to the site of deflated bubbles on their perfectly manicured lawns. It would be a great service to the true meaning of Christmas.
Meanwhile, this morning, December 3rd, it was 64 degrees. The strawberries are still thriving in my front yard, New Jersey, organic vegetable garden. And bumble bees were buzzing about my front porch. Paul Mulshine, the Newark Star Ledger opinion writer has continued to assert that human-enhanced global warming is a myth. He sites a leveling off of average temperatures over the last 10 years, right around the same time those big stupid fucking blow up christmas bubbles started to appear. First of all, the fact that the Ledger continues to let this idiot state his opinion is a testament to how bad that newspaper has gotten. That guy is an opportunistic, yuppy, douchebag.
Hey Paul, scientists have been clear that there will be unpredictable weather events and patterns, that might even include short cooling periods within a steady increase in temperature. But you know that. Do you have a big blow up Santa on your lawn? Loser.
An area the size of Massachusetts in the Amazon gets deforested every year. And there are now approximately 260 million cars in America, almost as many cars as people. Cars make carbon dioxide - Trees absorb carbon dioxide - More cars - less trees. Duh.