Belonging: The Upcoming Bullets Album Release

The 11 Core Tracks of the Album Belonging

last night the 11 core songs of the album (tentatively titled "belonging") were played in an intelligible array for the very first time. jealous, inclusive, poltergeist, and disentangle are ready to go. peaks, with you, shes the one, wrest, belonging, eye love, and tomb still need some love. there will be an additional one intro track, two transition tracks, and one outro track. the tentative release date is december (yeah, it takes me forever to produce music exactly the way i feel it. thank you, freedom from a record label.) and yes, yes, all the song names will begin with the letter "b." xXx

Evolution of Bullets in Burning Box

Its happening. The music is evolving. They used to be just songs. Now they are something more.. Like the coral reef which grows upside down underneath the boat studio, its kelpy hair swaying in the current. The music of the album Belonging is becoming a world of its own.

Anomie, my Backflipping Comrade!

Spark on the dime!

Sliding up your leg, here's another from Bullets in a Burning Box' morphing album Appendix...

Anomie


Fly eye / I fly / Life / I

Deeper / In the well of mind / Leave your bucket / Way behind

Cut the nets / Of conscious thought / Side step all / Fish it caught

Download Anomie at BulletsBurning.com.

Alyrata

From the web-only, morphing album Appendix, comes the sepulchral mantra.



A. Lyrata
Take us there
Root dig
Feed us where
Others don't
A. Lyrata
Cute clinger
Copacetic
Inter-dependent
With wide
A. Lyrata

Download Alyrata at BulletsBurning.com.

Aleator

Aleator (from the album Appendix)
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Lyrics
Stuck in static / Something is wrong / Take an ice pick / To your liquid frozen / Master is out heating / Brittle bones up / Slavery still exists today / Come on / My bomb is on your shelf / It is a combination of / East and west / It is a job / Look up, the rut surrounds you / Slaves endlessly / Punching in

I am a man / You are a woman / In America we are all mutts / I am a man / You are a woman / There has got to be / Something h-

Bust out

Our boss has / Our balls hooked / On a line / Weighted by a dollar bill / It does not matter whether / Black or white / We are all guided by / Almighty greenback

Stuck in static / Something is wrong / I am a man / You are a woman

Take an ice pick / To your liquid frozen / In America we are all mutts

Master is out heating / Brittle bones up / I am a man / You are a woman

Slavery still exists today / Come on / We laugh and drink because we know it is monday soon

I am a man / You are a woman / My bomb is on your shelf

I am a man / You are a woman / There has got to be / Something higher

To all my animals / In the jungle / Employed, self-employed and business owners / If you want to be wealthy / Read a book / If you want to be happy / Crystalize dreams

More lyrics by Bullets in a Burning Box...

Surprise! Appendix album released

Appendix is Bullets in a Burning Box' web-only, morphing album of Afear remixes. Akin to An Exit, these songs bare teeth and yet you want to play. Come dance the dance of a fighting dog.

Second song on the album is "Aarons Ra," a footloose, orgasmic companion. Is that a victor roaring bottom of the canyon?

This "album", nay kaleidoscope, of music, is littered with commas. "Aepypterus" makes me wonder "WTF? Did I just witness a car wreck or a drum solo?"

In desert mirage fashion, NMW will be releasing a few more of these.. these.. appendice? appendixes?

Along your parched path through the inferno, there shall be.. oasi? oasises? .. damn! .. Patches of potable water (speaking metaphorically -- and prophetically -- of the release of multi-track WAV files for your remixing pleasure).

http://BulletsBurning.com/Appendix

Copyright 2009 Bullets in a Burning Box, Inc.
All rights reserved.

Finger Paintings

She loves the paint, the meaning.. Poetry etched into her wood. Lyrics effulgent.

Here's an alternate link to the finger painting slideshow.

Nine Ninths Jealous - Live Looping

NMW of Bullets in a Burning Box rehearsing the song "Nine Ninths Jealous" for an upcoming party on the boat studio Lotus. He plays a Steinberger guitar and uses Ableton Live 8 with an ancient Powerbook for live looping. The drums are recorded beforehand on a Trigger Finger using Logic. Yes, this video was filmed on the boat.. Thank the vicious, sweet Sea for allowing (for once).

Experimental Rock Guitar Sess..

Spazing out on the guity.. Expect a wayward sense of timing (and complete disregard for coherence)...

Announcing "Eye Love"!

"Eye Love", Bullets in a Burning Box' latest single, has a dark "umph." It braids languidly around the broken rods of its own passionate semblance of a pole until it becomes once again, jointed.

In the same way that the prior sentence is likely a run-on, the song seems to linger just a bit too long. Though, fans have called it "badass", "cool" and "thumpable." According to one -- entirely mislead -- fan, it "sounds as if the singer wants something just beyond his reach."

"Eye Love" is a preview of Bullets' upcoming sophomore album, being scribbled on resinous scraps of paper by gremlins cavorting deep within the cave-shaft of your cortex, due in late 2009. According to NMW of Bullets, the album will be "a scythe disguised as a baby rattle."

You want lyrics to "Eye Love"? Cross your fingers that they are actually real.

In an eager -- admittedly unrequitable -- way, anyone may listen to "Eye Love" before everyone else does.

http://BulletsBurning.com/Beloved

Copyright 2009 Bullets in a Burning Box, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISRC: USTC10090145

My Encounter With Sasquatch on Mount Shasta

Its 2pm and the roundtrip for this ultra is 15 hours.. Oops. I'm a tad late. My intention was to climb as far as the snow-line. Yet here I am parked at Bunny Flat trailhead and there is already plenty of the blindingly-white, crunchy, hard stuff. Whoopee! I'm about to ascend Mount Shasta for the first time.

I remember reading that this giant megalith is technically a volcano, due to blow sometime in the next 400 years. Hmmm... Rock slides are frequent, bears are prevalent and I am soon to find out sasquatch beam their mighty thoughts into the minds of susceptible hikers.

Here I am: a bowl into this, lacing my lucky boots, shrouded in shorts, long-shirt waist-tied, water hanging from belt, food stuffed in pockets, and kneeling to finger mud beneath my eyes to combat the snow-blind.

Trail? What trail? Snow must be covering the luxury, so I follow the other mountaineers clad to the hilt, weighted with their crampons, yodeling boots, massive packs and helmets. Reminds me of all the backpackers I saw traveling the world with overladen, overplanned, untrusting turtle shells stooping their shoulders. I paraphrase John Muir: "The best way to start a journey is to throw some tea and bread in a sack and jump the back fence." Wise words from a national hero?

Crunch. Crunch. Huff. Puff. Up the sunny snow-laden forest I step, vertigo still a mile away. I pause at a whoopdeedo where four cross-country skiing comrades whisk by with a couple "hi"s.

Crunch. Crunch. Breathe. Horse Camp: where some of us choose to settle for the night. A working restroom and spring close by, how handy. Up, up I go.

Avalanche Gulch yawns before me, other travelers like ants ascending. Up, up I go.

Here is a steep bit that makes an on-the-way-down toboggan seem an outright pleasure-cessity. Here is a cloud coming to cover my sun. Here is a scary chute of ice that must be trudged in the steps of today's forebears. Thank you, thank you, snow-show-wearers who have preceded me.

Here is a frightening sound like that of an avalanche. Is that thunder? How far is the lake? Oh, just up where that trail of ants disappears into the clouds.

My cloud has grown into a charcoal-colored monstrosity. Cold and feeling endangered, I break on a warmer-than-snow rock to consume my bread, banana and granola. "Branola."

Did anyone see me whiz behind my rock? Thank you. I am cold. Cloud more ominous. I descend.

Skip, skip! Slide, slide. Toboggan wishes slightly satiated. I leap, switch and halloo back to the sunshine. Back to Horse Camp.

Here is my mistake: a veer. One tiny little veer on a snowshoe-tracked track. I imagine my old trail is to my right. This new trail cannot stray too far. Can it?

An hour later panic has struck me. Only an hour or two of sun left. Clouds intermittently stealing the warmth from my wet feet. The trail must be back to the right. Over that ridge. Huff, puff. Yes!? No. Curses. The trail must be back to the left.

What's that? Red snow. Just red snow. Like yellow snow, only red, right? Wait. Red snow. Curses. Bears around?

Running to left, right? Look at my camera's past pictures. They don't help! Fear. Curses. Daylight waning. Fall on my one strength: visualize. I imagine the trail beneath my feet. I imagine myself whooping with joy. I imagine skipping back to my car.

More zig. More zag. No trail. Wait! A faded, crystalized ski track! Something human. It disappears into dirt. Dirt is a good sign. I'm getting lower.

What's that snowy meadow? ... A pink ribbon around that tree! A word on that stump! A signpost! I'm saved. Sand Flat, here I am. But where is that?

A dirt road. I take it. I run. A campfire? I walk. There is a man and his blue, rune-painted truck lounging here. "Purification by fire," he says.

We chat. I spill my relief. "The hairy lords have a powerful presence here," he claims. In my head, one brow lifts inquisitively. There is no need for me to inquire, as he continues: "the sasquatch use their mind power to instill fear and panic into hikers. You can gain a lot of knowledge from them if you can get past your fear." I see. I wonder..

"Welcome back to civilization," he engenders.

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Here's a link to the Mount Shasta Slideshow on Flickr.

Disentangle Video Release - New Industrial Rock

Will they Disentangle? Watch the new industrial rock video by Bullets in a Burning Box.

Disentangle is currently being distributed exclusively on the Zero Demographic Compilation, put together by Mark Alan Miller of Radio Valkyrie Records.

"This compilation is a gathering of electronic and industrial artists and bands under one unifying theme: We are all interested in communicating honestly with the fans, the music consumers, to educate them to the realities, and to dispel many of the myths and misinformation about how artists and bands survive today." Read more...

All profits will be donated to the Future Of Music Coalition.

Disentangle is the third in a year-long monthly-ish song & video release project.

Written & performed by Nathanael Matthias Weiss. Vocals, guitar, bass, drums, artwork & production by NMW.

Video features Shireda Dawn Savia, Kjohnn and NMW. Directed by Chise. Costumes by BRee. Filmed in Jacksonville, Oregon.

Disentangle

The meaning behind the song "Disentangle"? When the video comes out on February 16, you might get a few clues. Until then, listen to the song and watch the outtakes.

Disentangle is the third in a year-long monthly-ish song & video release project.

Written & performed by Nathanael Matthias Weiss. Vocals, guitar, bass, drums, artwork & production by NMW.

Video features Shireda Dawn Savia, Kjohnn and NMW. Directed by Chise. Costumes by BRee. Filmed in Jacksonville, Oregon.

Filming "Of Life, I Want to Live"

Waking at 4am on my boat Faith..
Deep night fog makes my one-oared, standing row of Jimbo like an Italian character in the prologue to a Murder, She Wrote novel..
I row him down the line of moored boats, and, completely out of character, smile and wave at the skipper of a trimaran I have never before seen..
At the shore I giggle boyishly at my successful dinghy leap over wave onto the sand without a drop of water to wet my boot.

Car it out the 8..
It is December, yet the predawn Cleveland National "Forest" is merely crisp, promising a hot, sun-drenched desert-like day.
With an apple for a bong and a smile in my heart, I strap my guitar, tripods and cameras to my back and begin to hike..

Halfway up I'm nearly out of water (if you've seen the video, you've seen some dancing) and, like an over-heated motor, must lie in the shade to cool.
From here its rations and ditch the guitar..

Several times I nearly turn around for want of a drop..
But the summit calls me..

Here's a link to the Lawson Peak slideshow and Lawson Peak photoset on Flickr.

Of Life, I Want to Live (Song & Video Release!)

Releasing a song & video each month is a chance for you to hear music that transmogrifies (as most Bullets in a Burning Box songs do over time). This, for me, is the ultimate liberation. Just release... With the distant opportunity to change, re-arrange, alter lyrics, add bass guitar or follow whatever yellow-brick road materializes within my tumultous head.

Also, it allows a month of fresh air to flutter the lyrics. There is something about being an artist, in that, pieces of my current emotional milieu stir themselves into the present song or art piece.. (Writing more than one song per month creates bland, identical twins.) The month (okay.. sometimes two months) allows wide soul space to draw in all chi and exhale some gargantuan dragon breath.

This month's breath is called "Of Life, I Want to Live."

Watch the video here (free download available).

Storm Day!

Storm day!
The wind is like a circling, fierce wolf.
White caps tip the bay like a Chinese army in a fog.
My neighbor's dinghy has nearly become forfeit to the sea.
Faith rides like a see-saw (sp?)
Yours truly quelled the temptation to expose, then pile the generator beneath outdoor pillows.
Its a querrellous, primal day.
On the boat.
Meditate your way to me, Daedalus.

Ascending Lawson Peak (At Night)

Driving Directions to Lawson Peak from San Diego

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1. Take I-8 East past Alpine to Highway 79 - Japatul Road exit
2. Hang a right on Japatul Road and head south 5 miles
3. Hang a left on Lyons Valley Road
4. South about 5 miles to around mile marker 13
5. Park in the gravelly turn-out for a dirt road heading uphill to your right
6. Take the dirt path
7. Beware of mountain lions (if confronted, yell, appear taller and fight back)

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boulders. glee.
part of wisdom (and sensibility) beckon.
they chant "turn around."
but to capitulate to fear is passé.
part of the past, eh?
so on we trudge.
a dark hill, darker still.
cat eyes ain't human.
stink of fear.
on, on.
twist up, back.
stumble.
like an infant on fours.
through the rivulets.
up the packed dust.
avalanches of foot-sized rock.
scrambling in the dark, dark.
moon still a quarter day beneath the earth.
just the twilight stars and one.
spear tree in hand.
again one stands.
and ascends.
switching back, back in the dark, dark.
singing yo, ho, a bottle of rum.
to frighten what doesn't lurk in the bushes.
their scratchy leaves silent.
even the song swallowed by the heavy night.
month it all turns brown.
hot oregon.
month of the dead.
hot california.
last twist.
and the ridge breaks.
starts to fall.
and the peaks come out to play.
trails intersecting.
lawson leaming.
calling.
whispering.
it, so sexy.
it, colored in a world of night.
so touchable, backlit.
to the summit.
(beyond all fear.)
beyond a recognition of what was.
over these boulders.
bleeding from these limbs.
leveraging the cracks.
all weight on one point.
bouncing in stride.
pausing to acclimatize.
the scent of dirt.
vessels overhead.
shadows born.
shadows die.
circling the peak.
rounding on the western side.
jaw agape.
laughter.
skipping.
gripping one last crack.
up through.
into the cave.
groping in the dark.
sky bright keyholes.
climb straight up.
out to the summit.
beyond the summit, to the true top.
hot night.
sexy peak beneath one's sleep.
like a true friend.
like a lover.
carve our initials into lawson peak.
yo, ho, a bottle of rum.
(this one life for one.)

Interview with Fabryka

NINa (of Fabryka Industrial Rock webzine), with Marco Gariboldi, conducted an interview with yours truly. We talked about religion, economy, travel, nature, the meaning behind the name "Bullets in a Burning Box," the sailboat studio, and of course, music.

An Exit (Album Release!)

An Exit is an evolutionary blend of distortion and danceability. It began as an experimental mix of drum 'n' bass beats with Afear's heavy guitars and distorted vocals.. The tempos have remained unaltered (mind you). Though, the vibe -- you will find -- is bent.

An Exit features two remixes of "Abaddon Threads" from friends:

low distortion unit
Paris (France). Makers of the soundtrack to "Alone in the Dark : The New Nightmare" (2001), they are Thierry Th Desseaux & Lucas_a. This remix is so very European and brutal!

Brokin Sticks
Medford, Oregon, USA. Brokin Sticks are a hip-hop group featuring the lyrics and beats of Kjohnn and Catalyst. Kjohnn and I grew up together in Oregon.. We chased girls, splashed in puddles and drove cars too fast. This remix sounds eerie and hip-hop-ish.

The track list:
1. Abaddon Threads (Low Distortion Unit) 3:30
2. Acetylene in Matryoshka (Burn) 3:10
3. Acannabinum Unfold (Blossom) 3:23
4. Absinthium Flow Ring (Become Human) 3:32
5. Abaddon Threads (Unrestrained) 3:59
6. Abaddon Threads (Brokin Sticks) 1:33

Note: the album originally included remixes of "Aarons Rod" and "Aepypterus Red H." However, I felt the overall quality/feeling of these particular remixes were sub-par. Therefore (rather than dull your ears) enjoy these creamy, top-quality, best six tracks.

Listen and/or download here.

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