If anyone has Chris Garver or Tree Wave pics, please send them:

APRIL 13TH IS ONLY 10 WEEKS AWAY DEAR SKULKIE!!! ;-)

i love kyle and i am a proud member of the night game cult!

This is my favorite though:

Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.

-Henry David Thoreau

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

-Walt Whitman

Oh, audiences.....

Singers attract fans with aspects of their own personality. People feel I'm passionate and obsessive. They know this isn't a profession for me, it's a vocation. It's not an egotistical thing, but something else. I'm in a dialogue with my audience, and that's something I need.

-Stephen Morrisey

Yeah. Journalists are pretty much the scum of the earth. Lower than lawyers. I really like what Janet Malcolm has to say about them in 10:15 PM.

Are they the lemmings,
or are you cliff!....
Or ARE YOU, Cliff?

-
Rik-The Young Ones

Kyle is one of a kind. If you don't get it, it's just your loss. If you knew him, you would understand. There is a back story that leads up to what he is currently doing with his art and music. If you knew Kyle, you wouldn't question his sincerity or artistic ability, you would question your own. He is wholeheartedly dedicated to his craft.

audiences

Every journalist who is not too stupid or full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible. He is a kind of confidence man, preying on people's vanity, ignorance, or loneliness, gaining their trust and betraying them without remorse.

-Janet Malcolm

The four pillars of wisdom that support journalistic endeavors are: lies, stupidity, money-grubbing, and ethical irresponsibility.

-Marlon Brando

Any press is good press. The joke's on all the haters.

http://weshotjr.blogspot.com/2007/01/honda-of-holy.html

The lonely reporter.

So many cynical children.

no one has ever heard that song before... you just blew our fucking minds

This is for The Observer:


You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

i keep hearing sarah mentioned as some girl. She has been a part of many great bands in the past like Dokodemo Doa,Pointy Shoe, Black Lodge, and Warren Hearne as of late.

Kyle is quite capable of slinging a bass on his back and playing in a more traditional sense. I'm glad he isn't though.

Man....I gotta' quit reading my own press. Have a nice day, friends!

-Kyle :-)

p.s. I do not think I am a genius. I can't help it if others think that. I also don't think I am "retarded", a word which I actually feign on using and find it pretty sad that a lot of you do. I play because it is fun and because I think that the stage/mic is an excellent way to get ideas across to my peers. I try to be as positive as I can be. I had my friend Sarah on stage with me because it was fun! Planning the show was fun! Getting dressed up was fun! Don't you understand that?

Play for the love of the game, not for its stakes!

-Kyle

You're right. It was pointless and sloppy. It was also FUN!

LONG LIVE THE NIGHT GAME CULT!!!!!

NIGHTGAME IS ALREADY HARD ENOUGH TO SWALLOW. AT LEAST IT MADE SENSE AS A SOLO ACT. KYLE DOESNT NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE THE STAGE WITH HIM. IT JUST LOOKED POINTLESS AND SLOPPY WITH 2 PEOPLE.

o rly?

SR - Controversy is key.

11:18 - That's the text from the Observer article that came out yesterday.

the fact that people are debating the merits of Night Game Cult is one of the main reasons we wanted him to be a part of the show. That kind of thing is exciting to me.

hey 534a, practice your journalism on your OWN Fucking blog. pu-lease.

Stoned Ranger and Defensive Listening made it through another mostly great We Shot JR showcase with their anonymity intact. But the notoriously picky DFW music bloggers revealed themselves to be suckers for a gimmick.

War Wizards—something of an underground supergroup with Wanz Dover, Lars Larsen and Shawn Mauck—were compelling yet frustrating. Even with improvised toilet-paper earplugs, Dover and Mauck's snarling, distorted guitars and industrial laptop beats were painfully loud. Too bad, because when I jammed my fingers into my ears I could pick up on the nuances of Dover's complex beats and Mauck's guitar work. The telltale smell of ozone and smoke from a speaker midway through was no surprise. Larsen screamed politically charged lyrics with all the subtlety of a Jay Leno monologue, pacing the stage in a combat helmet and rolling on the floor screaming "We don't need no fucking war!" incessantly.

It was the polar opposite of Chris Garver's opening set. Aided by an unobtrusive rhythm section, his acoustic country folk songs were almost drowned out by chattering assholes. A follow-up visit to his MySpace site revealed him to be an intriguing, evocative and literate songwriter.

After Night Game Cult's set, no fewer than three intelligent musicians tried to convince me that singer Kyle Cheatham is some sort of mad-genius songwriter. One even compared him to Daniel Johnston. But all I saw was bullshit performance art. He and a girl, both body-painted silvery gray, danced on scattered newspapers and flung dye on each other as he sang poorly over a CD of '80s-mocking, synth-heavy soft rock. Judging by the enthusiastic audience, my opinion was shared by few.

Headliner Tree Wave killed as usual, despite singer Lauren Gray's absence. Hopefully Paul Slocum converted a few new fans to his brilliant, circuit-bending 8-bit rock.

Unlike the identities of the We Shot JR crew, Slocum's music—along with War Wizards' and Garver's—shouldn't be kept secret. Dallas observer

And then cut off their dicks, starve the fuckers for a few days, and feed them their little wee-wee's! How's that for violent, fuckwads?! ALL MEN MUST FUCKING HANG. :-)

Fuck them, Heather.

From talking about photographs, to.......this. Problems.

robot "graceful lady"

Repliee Q1 (at left in both pictures) appeared yesterday at the 2005 World Expo in Japan, where she gestured, blinked, spoke, and even appeared to breathe. Shown with co-creator Hiroshi Ishiguru of Osaka University, the android is partially covered in skinlike silicone. Q1 is powered by a nearby air compressor, and has 31 points of articulation in its upper body.

Internal sensors allow the android to react "naturally." It can block an attempted slap, for example. But it's the little, "unconscious" movements that give the robot its eerie verisimilitude: the slight flutter of the eyelids, the subtle rising and falling of the chest, the constant, nearly imperceptible shifting so familiar to humans.
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If your concerned with violence you should start with males since 90% of murders are commited by them.

Not that i'm a FUCKING feminist supporter! i'll be first in line when they work out the bugs in this robot.

yep we need more ladies like that instead of people who use FUCKING as their middle name and threaten violence on people in blogs

good advice.

Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
Be happy to see him.
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

When i think of graceful lady's June Cleaver comes to mind. Thank god the 50's are over with.

flappersinnylons is a very graceful lady huh? she doesn't want any attention.

dicks are tasty

I was kidding. I just wanted 6:52 to apologize, which she/he did. I commend that by the way. It takes a lot of guts to apologize on here, especially when no one can really call you out since you're writing anonymously. Thank you. By the way, these photos are really good regardless. I really love the one's with Shane and Larz. Undoing of David Wright unite! You guys are still one of my favorite bands. You just needed a little break to realize how wonderful and original your music really is, right? Pleeease? :-)

I'm sorry.

How many times can you get on here to say something bad about people who are just trying to have a good time? I know who you are too by the way, so I urge you to go away or I will expose you.

Ummmm......what are you talking about? Start making sense please.

Oh, good grief. How many times can you watch someone so oppurtunistic spoil a perfectly good act and keep your mouth closed?

I guess one more time.

those pictures are awesome.

where's somewhere to go around here?

The one with Lars wearing the W helmet is great!

mine is spinach wheat with a hint of lollipop flesh.

I do! But who doesn't? What's you favorite kind?

who likes pasta?

that would be awesome.

I may have a treewave photo or two from that night..I'll send it in later tonight

we did play. it was nothing but game to us.

They're all just jealous because their bands didn't get to play.

yawn, the weather is a tad blah and my hair just isnt right.

hey, do you guys realize that you're shitting on the plate you eat on? like...you're crapping on the picture album, but it was a night hosted by the website you're sitting here obsessing over?

caught?!

there was zombies! and floor crawlies!

i would bring those guys home to mom!

fags

no photo albums please.

no photo albums please.

style
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substance

damnation. I'm so pissed I missed this! all for booty!

Kind of like all your comments. Not "spicy" or "sexy" enough for you?

how utterly boring and overdone