The Black Currents

Inked

2011-10-02T18:15:19-07:00

Sometimes you just need the time to understand. Most times there will never be enough time. Mighty and I hacked community gates in Irvine (key-key-12345-key) and finally walked into a living room that was an angular joke the Freemasons would have told. A woman sat on a beige couch against a beige wall and regarded the flat panel opposite her with heavy-lidded eyes. Her pills paused her against the present and the room was quiet with pharmaceutical waiting. But it was her son we came to see. It's funny how different generations slice the reality pie. Mom was a Pertofrane...

The Black Currents celebrate Richard Duguay pt 2

2011-09-02T13:31:56-07:00

At LALive in Eagle Rock (?) your heroes got down and bent sound for a Mr. Richard Duguay who entered his 50s covered in ink and accompanied by his amazing wife Paula and many shaggy rockers. More pics here!

The Black Currents celebrate Richard Duguay

2011-07-20T15:45:03-07:00

Everyone raise a glass toward Eagle Rock on Saturday August 27th. TBC will play for a true believer and hero of ours- Richard Duguay. This is the man who taught yours truly the meaning of volume: you can't really hear a guitar until you can feel it in your chest. Hey Slash! Give Richard back his Black Beauty! Happy Birthday brother.

Three

2011-06-05T01:54:47-07:00

The Good Hurt delivered it's particular amazing flavor for our heroes on Friday night (a light show? fog?). We are grateful for the gig and will be spanking eardrums in your neighborhood very soon. Thanks to all who came out to see us!

TBC LIVE at the Good Hurt this Friday June 3!

2011-05-30T17:36:04-07:00

The triumphant return of your favorite secret agents to the room where they first bent notes... ...and watched people dance on the stripper pole. We have many surprises for those of you who venture out at the witching hour- among them, songs you have never heard, amps you have never gaped at, and above all the monstrous power of Simmer Deane on 5 string bass. That's right- where there were two there are now three. Agent Mighty and I are elated to have an assassin in the band. It makes getting paid so much easier. So lean on your liver...

Simmer

2011-03-08T04:29:12-08:00

Apparently you can't live without the lows.

The Strength Of This Young Army

2011-02-14T05:54:24-08:00

I am trapped in the flow of the bookburners, who start their days rhapsodizing about their beauty (mirror, mirror...) and pull stale images from the pages of approved reading. So every sentence spoken is a sentence served, and time spent is debt paid against the plug iron law of ego unable to scratch it's own itches. Bookburners want the earth to be flat so badly. Sometimes, in the yard between buildings, I let the sun bathe me in the wisdom of matter transforming itself. In the story of the universe, bookburners are the indians on an island shore, unable to...

You get there however you can

2011-02-05T16:44:46-08:00

While we were away, Agent Mighty had a son named Indiana and yours truly built a shell company out of trained assassins. We are finishing our album and will soon visit our particular twisted message on the world. Some of you will float away on balloons in astonishment, some of you will shun us the way ice resists the sun, and some of you will start bands. I can't wait to see your faces when the needle hits the record (VINYL!). It will be blue. It will be warm. It may transform.

Universes

2010-08-25T08:12:43-07:00

I fought for that parking space and tattooed gangsters clicked their guns. I worried about the best and ignored the fun. I captured living things and set them free too late. I sank my knife into mistakes. And the cars became sand. And the best vanished across land. And life changed it's shape in order to fly. And mistakes were swallowed by the space inside.

The Snow Provides Cover

2010-08-21T11:23:56-07:00

A wise teacher once told me: know the feeling of power held in reserve. I was in Boston, sitting in the Common, trying to make my future into my present as hard as a person can try to do that. Levitating in the Tesla layer. Sleep came second to burning alive wearing stuffed animals to parties in unfinished houses. Remember whiskey vision? When you were so gone you could see the individual frames captured by your eyes as you navigated some strange stairway? Been there. With you. This was before TBC and missions around the world. Update: Agent Mighty has...