When we were thieves.....

A few years ago, i finally managed to fulfill my promise (okay, threat) to rummage through the innumerable boxes of DAT's, CD's, cassette tapes, scrawled notes, illustrated napkins, etc., and compile a comprehensive collection representing the work and history of the kidneythieves. To the elation of our tens of fans, i managed to put together a 6 disc package for release around Christmas of 2006, in no small part thanks to the assistance and encouragement of fellow kidneythief Matthew Spagnolo.

The package and its accompanying (monumental) liner notes saw limited release, predominantly to friends and family of the band, and others who contributed in some way to our success (or lack thereof). My intent was always to follow this release up with an online version of the compendium...but again, life being what it is, time passed without progress in that direction.

For the time being, and to get my head in the right place, i'll be serializing the written history in this forum, complete and unabridged (aren't you lucky.)

I expect the initial posting within a day or two, and subsequent issues to follow at similar intervals.

prepare to be bored beyond your wildest imagination....

errata ad infinitum

i haven't even begun to write, haven't once challenged this empty page...still there are already errors. grammatical, typographical, contextual....errors in intent, errors in judgement, inelegant choice of font, gutter, spacing...notenoughwhitespace or perhaps t o   o m   u c      h.

always there are errors, more than we'll likely admit. but the errors tell the real tale. the errors reveal the truth. a lifetime of errata, compiled, notated, filed away...this is the real life, this is how we live, these mistakes that shape and define us. care not for the intent. intent is vanity, intent is unsure perception, script not acted, words not chosen, thoughts not coalesced...these things are intent, these gossamer phantasms that would cloak all that is real.


intent has been slowing me lately. i forget how to write, how to think without constraint, without convention. in an effort to stir the fetid waters of my mind i'll be creating here, in the round as it were, as frequently as reality permits. i always did love an audience. watch, don't watch...just so long as i have the impression that there's someone out there....another pair of eyes, someone to validate that i do, in fact, exist.