Couch Karaoke!

Your boy Hank and his boy the Beez get their Creed on! KINYOUUUTAKEMRRRHIIIIGHURRRRR!!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF5XZl9JSME Couch Karaoke - Sangin' Some CREED! © Ryan Scott Sanders and Hank The Wvrm, 2014-2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be … Continue reading Couch Karaoke!

Bedroom Karaoke!

A while back, bored and laid up with a broken foot, I tried my throat at some low-key bedroom karaoke renditions of a couple of my favorite acoustic tracks by one of my favorite bands, the inimitable Clutch! Be disappointed below... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zq6sbpc7to8 Bedroom Karaoke - Clutch's "Tight Like That" (Acoustic) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZPmbe5MomE Bedroom Karaoke - Clutch's … Continue reading Bedroom Karaoke!

“The Fear Is Excruciating, But Therein Lies The Answer” – A Dialogue With Hank

"Hey, Hank." "Hey buddy." "Been a weird one, huh?" "This?  This ain't nothing." "I don't know whether to take comfort in that, or be fearful." "You're always fearful." "Yeah.  I suppose.  Don't mean it.  But, yeah." "Why do you think that is?" "I should be asking you.  Questions, I mean." "Don't deflect." "Well.  I suppose.  … Continue reading “The Fear Is Excruciating, But Therein Lies The Answer” – A Dialogue With Hank

Dream Stuff

I was searching, for what felt like years all stitched together with fragile ribbons of nerve tissue, through an infinite mound of sun-hot sand, for something completely intangible and without name but somehow I knew finding it to be essential. Thousands of small, deformed, multicolored beetles with razor-head mandibles would come scurrying out from underneath … Continue reading Dream Stuff

“We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”

"Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending. We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse; colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines; aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless; earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls. Or so we would have you think. Magic is willpower. Willpower is magic. Self-knowledge … Continue reading “We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”

Ah, that’s beautiful… We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who do anything we say…

Title from Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, "The Cover of 'Rolling Stone'" I want to start a one man "band" making loud, angry, destructive heavy music. This is going to be quite a process: 1.))) Dust off my guitar and start jamming. 2.))) Dust off Stacy's old keyboard, and our Grandpa's fucking bad-ass electric organ, and … Continue reading Ah, that’s beautiful… We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who do anything we say…

…down on the floor, scratching for more…

Title from Fistula, "Smoke Cat Hair and Toenails", from the album Vermin Prolificus Manic as fuck. This has been building. It's a frantic race to nowhere. A deranged rat on a hamster wheel. The sedatives aren't working ("I think I can handle my sedatives, bro..." -Charlie). Cyclical thought experiments. Running through my past transgressions. Recall, … Continue reading …down on the floor, scratching for more…