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Howdy dowdy gang,

Who dat?

Happy Mardi Gras!

Album’s coming out tommorrow!!

End of a long road, ladies and gentlemen, a few long roads actually; let’s handle them in order, shall we then?

First of all the Superbowl. Fuck yeah. That’s prolly been the longest road on the list, aye? Saints took it to the max, though I wish they’da beat the shit out of Peyton Manning a little bit more, but ah well, always next year right. Obviously, the whole Superbowl win has made everything just a bit more insane down here, shocking right? Alriiiiiiiight.

Speaking of insane, Mardi Gras season, holy shit. Got some giggage going on tommorrow at Cafe Prytania at 2 p.m. before the Hermes parade, Saturday night at ten p.m. with Blue Party, and with Stathakula electric trio on Sunday at 8 p.m. Whooooo yeah folks, come on out for a whole mighty mess of music this weekend at Cafe Prytania, we’re gonna have a fucking great time, hells yeah.

Thirdly, tommorrow’s the release date for the album muthafuckas!!!!! Hop all over the internet and buy it all up, its good for yah and builds character. That right there’s a road I been rollin’ down since may and I’m very happy and proud that it’s finally going to be out in the open where everyone can hear it tommorrow. Enjoy, its for you folks, thank everyone that helped in any way any where along the way, it was all built piece by piece by piece by piece.

That’s about it fer right now, I suppose. Watchin’ NewsRadio right now as I’ve been doing for days and days; gonna be practicing quite a lot over the next few days, obviously, but it’ll be all be worth it when that music just oozes out over the weekend. Ooooooooooooze.

Ima go now, fading, faaaaading, faaaaaaaaaading. I’ll see you kids real soon, happy Mardi Gras, Superbowl, Album Release, etc. Be good, I’m watching.

out,

Stathakula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 02 June 2010 21:23

A Second (OR FIRST, SINCE ITS HIGHER UP) Merry Christmas.

Fucking John Cale. Just Fucking John Fucking Cale Fucking John Cale. Like Parrot Shit. Parrot Spit. Parrot Shit Was Shot. Ahahahaha In The End In The End In The End In The End.

Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:32

Merry Christmas you bastards, drink some scotch and spread the yuletide chill to all around.

Merry Christmas you bastards, drink some scotch and spread the yuletide chill to all around.

Stathakula

Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:32

happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy holy happy happy happy happy holiday!

howdy!

remember that episode of south park with charlie manson learning the meaning of christmas at the cartman house in nebraska? happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday? happy happy holy holy happy happy happy happy holiday?

well, it’s a hell of an episode, and a hell of a song, and from the molten black kyrptonite core of my heart, i’d like to wish you and yours a happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday.

are you tired of reading that phrase yet? happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday?

well i sure as shit am.

[notice i’m not using any capitilisation today? it’s cause i’m cool]

anyway, i guess i’d better start talking about something with substance soon instead of blathering on and on and on like i usually do at the end of a post. really shouldn’t start with the babbling, whoops, my bad. could i have spelled whoops whupps, like hank hill would say it? hnnnnnn, talking about a lot of cartoons, and babbling again.

alright, for realzies <hnn) I’m back up in birmingham for the happy happy holidays with my family and friends, working in the family restaurant by day and scaring the hell out of people by night. tis a good life.

day before christmas eve people, the doomsday of shopping. have you taken care of all your shopping? hmmmmm? because i took care of all of my shopping yesterday at the maaaaaaaaall. yeah thats right, yesterday, not even today, because going to the mall the day before christmas eve is like going to a walmart the day before elementary/middle/high school start. godawful. i almost got a macy’s card too, but i would not be fooled,oh no, just almost fooled. that lady was really convincing, and it would make everything so much fucking cheaper so fast! so fucking much fucking cheaper, like magic, like evil evil magic!

hmmmm, evil magic, i should look more into macy’s, maybe there’s more behind the scenes than those corporate fatcat bigwigs are letting on. maybe they’re fucked up illuminatisists, or scientologists, or neopagans, or one of those cults thats obsessed with aliens. maybe all of them, maybe a few, maybe something else entirely. who knows how deep this thing goes.

wow that all sounds pretty paranoid now doesn’t it. and i said sceintologists didn’t i. whupps. uhoh said it twice now. so much for my happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday.

so, main event evenings tommorrow, aye? shit have we missed festivus? can i do it after christmas? i have a feeling i can find a metal pole pretty quickly if need be. oh shit it is festivus oh shit fucking today its fucking festivus! happy festivus! find a metal pole!

anyway, drawing to a close, here’s how it goes: got some good gifts for you people i got gifts for. didn’t get shit for you people i’m not getting gifts for. either way, enjoy, and have a happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy holy holy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy holiday! happy happy holy holy happy happy happy holiday!

yours truly,

stathaka-santa-ula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:33

Tease him a lot cause ya got him on the spot, welcome back

Hey kids, whats crappenin?

Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving/November, no matter how cold or not cold enough it is wherever you are.

I’m watching that episode of South Park where Randy’s got alcoholism right now and looking at my neighbors creepy nutzo Christmas lights right now, worked delivering pizzas earlier today (that’s right, I got a job!!). Let’s see, what else? Thinking about grabbin some beer, I like beer, it tastes good. Maybe gonna watch that movie Secretary later. Yep, all in all quiet night at home.

So what’s going on with Tiger Woods, meh? Seems like a sticky situation.

I hate James Cameron and always will. He shoulda been shot right after Terminator 2 came out, he hasn’t really been of any use to human life since then. We could have him shot now, I suppose. Yes, good, good.

You know when the muppets do that thing where they start shaking and throw their arms in one direction or another and just kinda scoot-scurry-skedaddle awazy of to the side while going like ahahahahahahahaha or something like that, all crazy shaking arms and making noises and ragdoll lookin? I love that shit.

In more exciting and breathtaking news, got a Stathakula show this Thursday at Cafe Prytania, you bastards should come on down for some rocking and rollicking covers and originals and what not, gonna be playing late and loud and crazy and have a tall cold drink with all you fuckers so come on down.

Also, the Blue Party and Big Rock Candy Mountain are playing a house party at my house this Saturday, there’s gonna be beer and music and beerpong and liquor and dancing and probably some other special party favors so get yer lazy asses out fer that too, its gonna be off the fucking chaaaaaaaain.

You know, I could really do with one of those intense motherfucker massages where they beat and push and prod your body with blindingly hot rocks for an hour or two or something like that right now. That would be tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I’m gonna go off in pursuit of that, I’ll be back with you bastards fairly soon for some kind of incoherent babble about something trivial and bizarre and/or infuriating.

Stathakula Out,


Stathakula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:33

“It’s Halloween” by the Shaggs, the worst band ever. Yay!

Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:35

Who loves ya, baby?

Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:35

Halloweeeeeeeeeeen

Happy Halloween Ghouls and Goblins!

It’s my faveorite time of year here in Stathakula land, and I don’t know about you filthy bastards but I’m ready to hit the town and get me some goddamned candy!

I don’t know if everyone knows what Halloween in New Orleans means exactly. Hmmmmmm. Picture Mardi Gras but just with all the weirdos, and no big official parades, just little weird ones that pop out from outta nowhere. Imagine a man dressed as a robot-messiah riding on a pedestal made of drums, drums that are being played by all manner of biomechanical weirdos. Imagine people chanting and drinking all dressed up as shit you’ve never heard of. Imagine seeing all those awesome comic characters you didn’t think could be made into costumes walking around the street. Imagine me dressed as Theo Kojak, the bald guy up there on the blog. Halloween, Who Loves Ya Baby!

Been watching some fucked up movies in preperation for Halloween. Watched Candyman last night, Hellraiser before that, about 7 different zombie movies in the past two days, and right now I’m about to start watching a Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror marathon. God I love Halloween!

Planning on heading down to Frenchman street this evening, maybe around like ten or something like that; unless of course the evening should carry me away to somewhere else. In retrospect, I should have really been hitting the books the past few days so tonite I could do something suspicious involving chalk, rooster blood, and a copper pot.

Going down to busk tommorrow on my acoustic down in the French Quarter, prolly around like one o’clock in the afternoon (Goddamn that already seems early). Ya’ll should come down and try and find me playin and yellin, that is if all you basterds aren’t too hungover/whupped/jailed from Halloween night. I’ll be doing all Thanksgiving songs that I make up on the spot, about turkeys and pilgrims and shit. Or maybe I won’t, we’ll see.

Who Loves Ya Baby?

Stathakula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:36

The Final Frontier………

Howdy Doody kiddies,

Well, put another notch on the endless nerd-belt of my life this week. It was coming for a long time, I’m suprised it hasn’t come up sooner. I always thought I was a better man, but perhaps I was wrong.

If you haven’t guessed yet, I’ve started watching the original Star Trek, starting at season one. Spock, Captain Kirk, Sulu, etc etc etc etc. Yeah, after years of comic book, occult, science fiction/fantasy, cartoons, videogames, stamp collecting, etc, I thought perhaps maybe my nerdiness was not as vast as to include the endless nerdiness of Star Trek. Buuuuuuuuut, I was wrong.

I mean, have you watched this shit? It’s frikkin redickulous! The first episodes about an alien salt-vampire, the second’s about some fucked up kid that can do anything he sets his mind to, and that’s just the start of this shit! And already I can’t say enough about Nimoy and Shatner. God, I love Shatner. It’s awful, but I just can’t frikkin help it.

Not to mention the sheer wonder of how fucking funky all the set design/clunky electronics are. Outer space sure does look like a hipster 60s apartment.

The music’s cool too.

In other news, I’ve got an acoustic gig at Bank Street Bar tommorrow night for FREEEEEEEEEE so everyone come out, get drunk, and check out some folk’n’roll!

And I’ve been working on my black magic, we’re gettin close.

Yours,


Stathakula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:36

Finally, it’s not a steambath outside anymore

So hows everyone been then?

You ever sleep waaay too late for no apparent reason/againts your will, then wake up all foggy and confused because your dreams have had waaay too long to develop and now you’ve forgotten everything about them?

It finally feels like fall here in New Orleans, and I’m fucking loving it. I don’t wake up covered in sweat, I’m not covered in sweat as soon as I walk outside or the time between getting in my car and starting it; I find sweating for no apparent reason undignified. Man was not made to sweat all damned day.

Album’s almost dun being mixed, I’ve heard a couple tracks sent to me from the lab and John Worthington really is quite the clever man. I’m just as excitecd as all of you, if not more, to finally hear the finished product.

You know, in retrospect, I’m reminded of something somebody said about making a movie, except I’m going to badly paraphrase it and apply it to making a record; an album is not something which is solely the child of the artist(s) whose name it bears. I wrote the songs, and I sang and played guitar, and gave some guidance to the other people who worked on the record. But I’d be a liar and a thief if I used that to take more credit than has due. The making of this album has truly been a symbiotic process between all the musicians and production guys that have been involved with it, changing and shaping and massaging the music every step of the way and taking it to wonderful places I couldn’t have imagined. I guess this is just my long-winded round-about way of saying a great big giant “thank you” to everyone who has helped get this record to where it is today, all who’ve done everything which I could not have done on my own. I owe you bastards.

With that being said, the little bundle of joy is hittin the streets next month, there’s a carazy cd release party being planned as we speak, and there are a few different front runners for the signature Stathakula shot, so it looks like things are really going to be heating up in the depths and darkness of the winter. I for one couldnt be more excited.

Stay tuned to this Bat-station, and we’ll have all kinds of interesting information for you to process and store.

yours

Stathakula
Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 March 2010 20:37