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kitchen was one of three EPs I released in 2010. this was the first of my albums to feature electric guitar. I wasn’t surprised to see this truly abysmal review from punknews…this is some of the least punk music I’ve ever made. it’s low-energy, sad, somber and chill and was heavily influenced by black metal and pedro the lion. it sounds like if the softies was one depressing douchebag rather than two ladies. it’s pretty good though, I still like it I guess. one thing I must point out though, only because it’s incredibly obvious to me: the last line of this review is “I’m not sure why [trench party] chose to record some boring, homemade acoustic songs.” this is, in fact, my first album ever to have virtually NO acoustic guitar on it whatsoever. no disrespecz, it’s just funny
“making dollars is the only thing that makes sense”
I wrote and recorded this song at ann marie’s house when I was 18. I think it was right after I had released the [untitled] compilation. I guess it’s about the impending economic collapse at the time…most likely inspired by the fact that I had a really hard time finding a job. it’s a fan-favorite! my friend brittany used it for her show the cause, and it was also on the first terminal detour compilation, a terminal detour tribute to patrick swayzeand the trench party b-side comp loose. be sure to check out all that stuff I just mentioned, and also check out beatlanta and a pile of lo-fi! who were nice enough to plug the aforementioned b-side comp on their respective blogs.
for a limited time only, we’re liquidating our entire inventory. nothing will be held back. everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, must go! debtors demand reimbursement or litigation. the transitory world of business is a slippery slope; those who embark are prone to failure of the worst kind. we were like pioneers, our pride our only sustenance. our bottom line is the golden horizon because making dollars is the only thing that makes cents and sense is better than nonsense. this is your last chance for quality goods and quantity prices, this is your final opportunity.
this is a new song, recorded right before the last song I put out, what’s it called…oh yeah, "stifle yourself". this song was written on an acoustic guitar, something I’ve generally phased out of trench party completely. I don’t really like folk-ish stuff anymore, that’s why I usually record on my keyboard. this one turned out ok though…however it’s definitely a b-side.
I seem to always catch myself at a bad time when I’m not receptive to positive assimilation of information; I can only see the truth. forced to acknowledge the aching of grey matter in my dysfunctional lobes. why can’t my heart just leave my brain the hell alone? and I yearn for your embrace, girl, since you left me on my lonesome. I’m a natural disaster. I seem to be leaking joy or charisma from an invisible scratch. the daily “what am I doing, and what for?” sinks its claws into my back. I find myself sitting with my teeth clenched waiting for the hate to pass. why can’t it be as easy as it was in the past? and I yearn for your embrace, girl, since you left me on my lonesome. I’m a natural disaster. I need white noise to keep myself at bay.
this is a song I wrote and recorded last year, just after the Decadence sessions. it’s about feeling like you suck, then feeling like you suck for thinking you suck so much, then being like “fuck this shit, I can’t just sit around thinking I suck all the time, that’s sucky” and then doing awesome shit. it is probably the quintessential Trench Party jam.
I’m working on recovering that place I existed free of guilt and indignant pride again. I know it’s somewhere between passive observation and maniacally depriving myself. This shit just gets too easy; keeping my comfort in check is like a game of wits. It’s hard not to see the extremes as tantalizing. “It’s depression or excess! Moderation is death!” I gotta learn to fucking take it sloooow. I’m telling myself that I’m a good guy; I shouldn’t be discouraged by my own proclivity toward enjoyment. Just because I’m not struggling doesn’t mean I have to ritualistically lash myself like an Opus Dei. I’ll focus on my breathing and say in my head once again, “I’m doing all that I can” and regardless of whether or not that’s good enough, there’s no time to self-analyze or wallow in regret. I’ve got work to do and I better get a move on soon.
here is a really great new song I recorded yesterday in the basement. writing it was a magical experience…I had the music part down and when I started writing lyrics they were initially about my depression and how it was pointless to try to get myself out of it because it would just happen again and I should probably just kill myself, etc. but then I got to the second part of the song and found that I wasn’t really moved to write words like that anymore because I simply felt better. so the song is literally a conversation between my depressed self and my happy self.
I don’t know, I think I’m probably bipolar. this shit happens all the time. hopefully one day I can afford antidepressants. until then…TRENCH PARTY lives!!!