Head Swimming

“TGON is almost finished their 2nd record and you won’t believe the mess they made of their lives to get it done! Vids coming!”

I know, I know. It’s been ages. I’ve been busy dying in ways you wouldn’t believe… Some violently, some beautifully, some without any dignity at all, damn it. But I’m not done with this yet.

I’m not done trying to express to you some truth or piss you off with a controversy. I’m not done reinventing myself. I’m not finished loving, hating, enlightening or damaging you or myself. I’m not done because it matters.

Listen, last month I went out for a drink…

…My head swimming. The music is way too loud and oh so awesome. And there I go, I loose sight of her again. Damn it! It doesn’t always need to be this dramatic, this manic but let’s face it… we’re talking about me. (I’m just like that guy in that movie about that thing that happens just like this) And then I spot her! Look at her… She knows this song. Each gesture and curve of her body reflecting each chord change and down stroke. She loves this song. And she’s slamming into my mind so hard right now it’s like a fix. I need to dance with her; I have got to be near her! She grabs the ridiculous burgundy tie I’m wearing around my neck and pulls. Good for me! But now I’m a dead man hanging there on her gallows. And I don’t see that she’s hanging on at the end of her own rope. Na, right now I’m too selfish about looking into her mad, shining eyes; she could hate you as fast as love everything about you and it’s intoxicating to see. In my head I hear myself say, “Listen, she gives and gives and gives so don’t fuck with it! Do you hear me? Don’t fuck with it!” But her blood, her sex, her life and her love smash my spirit to smithereens. Her warm, naked skin opens and is wounded by a crucifixion of my own making. She is a willing sacrifice; she is crazy, she is out of control, she is my Savior… Then she slices words into me, words that she can’t bring herself to say out loud. She carves them with her nails into my back, onto my shoulders and into my chest; no one will ever get me like she does, no one will ever love me like she does. I know it’s the truth. I know it’s the only truth there is for me. After the song dies, I go and I have a stupid drink at the stupid bar alone, all by my stupid self. She is still dancing and I still hate everything.

But see, I got next to her and for a moment I connected with an extraordinary being. I’m not done with that because it matters.

Rocket Packs In A Virtual Future

TGON has been nominated for an IMA award for their amazing Flash website. A sweet way to end 2009 with a little recognition and a good shot in the arm! Like Jim Taylor, who designed the Flash website, said to me the other night, “Nice to know someone other than your grandmother is looking at the site”. Double that – my granny’s dead Jim.

But seriously, she died ages ago and there are a whole lot of non-dead, non-relatives who dig what TGON and Jim have done in the Virtual World that “Realm of Porn and Shadows”.

Nice.

Sure I could dwell on the negatives, you know, the kind that could muck a small country down to its knees… Sure I could bitterly brood over the lead ears of critics. Sure I could light afire effigies of small-minded cowards…

Sure I could. But I’d only waste my breath and the art supplies to make those effigies…

Anyway, I don’t care about those distractions… [Read more →]

Twenty – Ten

Ok so apparently the hip thing to say this year is “twenty-ten“. Wishing all TGON fans a kinky, dirty and slutty New Year. You will be getting a new record from us this year… and well it is gonna be a slutty one.

Nutmeat (Lyrics)

This is my favorite song off the record. I think it is the heaviest and most intense not only for the music but for the lyrical content, which in fact has nothing to do with testicles. It is about The Buddhas of Bamyan that were two monumental statues of standing buddhas carved into the side of a cliff in the Bamyan valley in the Hazarajat region of central Afghanistan in the sixth century. The statues were destroyed by the Taliban in 2001 after their government declared that they were “idols” (which is forbidden by Islamic religious law).

Destroying art for religion, painful to witness… like having electrodes on your nutmeat. Sure the title of the song could have been changed. It was originally just a working title because it was unfinished, but I think the fact that people write it off before reading the lyrics and finding out what it is all about, sort of fits. Those same people that are writing it off and calling it childish are the same morons that cannot appreciate a nice painting. [Read more →]

Play For Nothing!

“Play for nothing! And no water because you, YES YOU, are a filthy, dirty musician who wants to entertain us!” – Adolph Hitler to Schrecker at Bar Alizé Aug 22nd 2009

Do I believe in reincarnation? I dunno. Sometimes. Certainly feels like assholes who we thought we got rid of years ago during mythical, global struggles have come back to annoy us one more time.

Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic but any band that has worked their asses off to play would totally understand (or at least disbelieve) the fact that I was refused water before I went on stage with The Gods Of Now at Bar Alizé on Aug 22nd. And no, I didn’t want a bottle of water or sparkling water. I wanted a glass of water from the tap.

Jerks.

Should have seen it coming. [Read more →]

The disappearing clitoris (Abyssmalicious Lyrics)

Track 8 on the record. Well not really … their are some « hidden tracks » and extra material on the album… but this is the 8th « real song » that was recorded. The original title was supposed to be « Abyssmalicious Clitoris » but the name was shortened to simply Abyssmalicious. I think the title suits the song better now. Not that TGON does not like the female anatomy…

I mean all the guys in the band really enjoy hair-pie… I dunno… the clitoris was just in the way. So yeah we cut the clitoris. Yikes now doesn’t that sound fucked up? That sounds almost as bad as the title of track 9… which has nothing to do with the song… but hey… it just sounded too intense to change the title.

So yeah… Abyssmalicious…very fun song to play… one of my favorite riffs is in this song. The problem is we only play it like 4 times and never repeat it!!! Just when you start digging it… kerplow… it’s gone.

When working on the bass line in the opening part, there was a selection of notes that we could use that worked. So fuck it… we just used them all. We ust piled them all in and had a low-end orgie. Hahahahaha [Read more →]

Butt-Plug… Ooops I Mean… PlugRut (Song Lyrics)

Maybe it is my infatuation with the female ass but when I first heard the title of this track… I swear I heard the words butt-plug. But no… the title of the 7th song of the album is PlugRut. What the fuck does that mean? Uhhhh Schrecker explained it to me once, but I must have been too pissed off and / or drunk to remember. I had just finished the previous title track “Broken” and we wanted to start playing live. Zasta suggested we work out Plugrut because it is a little less chaotic then PornoZING! and we could start doing some 30 minute live shows. I learned it in a rehearsal with the guys and we were ready to go.

Since I knew the song we wanted to track that one right away and release a 3 song EP as a sort of teaser to the album. This is the last song that was recorded with my Mesa Boogie amp. Fuck I hated the way that thing was playing with my head. We had done a live show in Ste-Julie and it crapped out on me at the beginning of the gig.

I could not hear myself on stage but could faintly hear myself in the house system. We all have our issues. My thing is this: I have this belief that inanimate objects are out to get me… That amp would work fine in the studio and then KERPLOW… bitch would not work in live situations. I finished the track and days after we were playing at this grade school in the gymnasium. Sound check… hmmmm… the lights are on but nobody’s home. I wanted to go for a 3 pointer with it at the other end of the gymnasium. I did the gig with an amp Schrecker had at the studio… luckily someone that was coming to the show lived close-by and brought it for us. [Read more →]

She’s A Slut (PornoZing Lyrics)

Ahhhhhhh PornoZing!

Ok… ok… ok… ok…. I guess you need to have a sense of humour to understand this one. I have my flaws but I do think that I have a decent sense of humour. The critics really hate this one… especially the part that says that your mother is « a slut slut slut »… well face it PAL… she probably is. Does that upset you? To know that your mom likes to get rammed in her poontang? That she likes to get her nipples pulled on while getting smacked on her ass and called a dirty whore?

Sexuality (as fucked up as some people’s habits are) is part of life and that’s what the record reflects… life and the Earth and what mankind has done to it. Doing the nasty is just one aspect of it. Ok enough with that… if you don’t « get it » you never will.

Now back to MY experience with this song. « This is about me now isn’t it? » he asks himself as he takes another sip from the bottle. Fuck another empty one! Kat is sleeping and in pain so I am drinking and writing because I have to occupy my brain.

OK here we go : I had been having some trouble in live situations with my Mesa Boogie bass amp. At the first live show we did… the fucking thing was as loud at 3 as it was at 10… I knew something was up. I wanted to throw the fucking thing. We start tracking this song and half way through… the amp starts crackling and making all kinds of noise. I was really happy with the way it sounded at first, but I guess I got a lemon … a little sissy of an amp that nobody wanted… the runt of the litter. OK I do not have patience for this shit… kerplow… days later I purchase a mammoth amp and start all over. GLOCKEN – what? « The Earth shakes » Jon is at the studio and wants to try his preamp into my amp and cab… shazzam… the 15 inch speaker in the cab hyperextends and I am fucked again. Gotta wait to get a new one. [Read more →]