When you deliver pizzas you arrive at more pizza parties in one night than most people will in their entire lives. It’s like getting an invite to a social life 40 times a night and then getting the door slammed in your face. You can never attend the party.
I want my last delivery to be to a pizza party that I am attending. When I arrive they’ll give me money and I’ll give them pizza and then celebrate never having to deliver another pizza ever again conveniently at the party.
This is me most nights.
Fearlessly and furlessly taking a stand against furries.
Somebody should name their band Jim. Naming a band should be like naming a hurricane, child, or kitten.
HELLO EVERYBODY! I am home eating pizza.
FREE download of Jed and I playing Radiohead’s Exit Music (For a Film) live.
Have a listen. We hope you choke.
They should make a Daria Barbie.
I am miserable when I am not working on music.
Satirical and often misunderstood cover art for my EP, The Temptress.
This is my impression of pop princesses in the mainstream media.
If you haven’t listened to the album, you can do so here:
Not long ago, an acquaintance of mine asked me over for a drink. I reluctantly accepted after being asked several times. Though I told them prior to coming over that my intentions were strictly platonic and they assured me theirs were as well, it didn’t keep them from propositioning me for sex once I had arrived. They referenced this cover art, asking me if I was “slutty” and if we were going to fool around. I left soon after.
The cover art is a joke. If a girl tells you she’s not interested in you sexually, think of the old adage: no means no.
Jed and I keeping it classy on Halloween.
Some of you probably know Count (aka Mikael Eldridge), the producer-engineer who has done all the post-production on my music. I first met him when he brought me into the studio to record some cello for DJ Shadow and I later asked if he could help me with my solo project. I had everything recorded…
I ate all the donuts. I refuse to grow up. Hail Satan.