Delights

Lovers,

I`m writing this at the aerodrome in the city where I was born - Halifax. My flight is delayed by six and a half hours and is departing at 2:30 AM. I`m still feel a bit vulnerable from having had my first full-body scan. I never imagined security at this airport could be any more infuriating. CDG in Paris is even the worst airport on Earth in my opinion.

But at least the security is mellow. I hate going through security here more than anyplace else. In fact, I`d sooner take a root canal.

I`m back in my old stomping grounds because I was devising a picture for my song "Zombie Delight" here. It`s release to be epic. This was the most fun I`ve always had making a video. I can`t wait to see the finished product. It`s release to be completely bonkers. Full-on zombie apocalypse with a big dance number and buckets and buckets of blood! Earlier today I was hanging out with a charming zombie youngster who broadened my musical horizons with this little gem:

It appears this one`s quite popular with the kids.

So, having shot two new videos in the final pair of months, things are gearing up for the passing of the new album on February 1st. I got test-pressings for the vinyl a few weeks ago. Visit the shop on the place here to pre-order now! There`s also a lot of tour dates in the works. I`ll make some word for you on that front soon. One thing I can assure you now is that I`ll be at SxSW in March! Hope to see you there.

Here`s a figure of a super-gross fish:

I promise you had a nice holiday time, if you go for that kind of thing. I devoted some time to eating tons of life-threatening food, film study, demented seasonal music and my share of consumerism. I bought my wife one of these:

And she got me an autographed photo of the power here:

On December 28th, a big truck pulled up in presence of my house. It was filled everything I ever poised and was collected on my behalf from the day I was born until about 2003. It`s a lot of stuff. It had been taking up a lot of place at my father`s house. It drove him to fury and when he finally snapped, he bribed a truck driver to get his burden mine again. The majority of the contents of the motortruck was my mystical, massive vinyl collection. We are re-united at last! Most of the pillow is headed to the dump. But I found some great value in there too! I wept when I unearthed my first baseball glove! I view it was lost years ago. I never dreamed I would see it again. All my old wigs! My baby teeth! Star wars collectibles! Valuable old comic books! Worthless magazines. Tapes! My god, the tapes_ I trust I take the greatest archive of the indie/underground hip hop movement in the world. Box after box and box of tapes_ I likewise constitute a set of these:

Bet money these sonsofbitches will display up at my live show soon! Hit Stix is the sex! The sounds are way doper than the commercial would take you to believe. You can choose a lot of different sounds and tones and about of the bass drum sounds are ill. I`m fixing to hotwire these bad boys and grab some necks! HIT STIX!!

UPDATE: the new departure time for my flight is 3:15 AM.

What else?

I recently hit up Ron Sexsmith to aid me out with a song I`ve been running on and we shook hands. So that`s cookin`.

Earlier today I was wearing prosthetic sideburns and I yet have glue all over my face. I`m afraid to appear in the mirror. Maybe that`s why I was selected for bonus screening by security. Whatever. I still hate their guts.

Right now I`m on a Smothers Brothers kick. I`ve been reading the book "Dangerously Funny". It`s pretty great. I loved the Smothers Brothers when I was a kid. I even do!

By the way, I am the Pat Paulsen of rap.

For reasons I won`t go into right now, I had to draw a call off the new album at the final minute. It was a very tough blow to get to do it. I like you could see it. But in place of the recording, here`s the lyrics I wrote:

Small town boy, misunderstood. Whispered words and bold confessions. Girl next door`s untold obsessions. Empty fields and old expressions. Sacred hatred. Superstition. Trailer parks and tiny chapels. The tallest woman in the world. Wooden desks and shiny apples. A million miles from Andy Warhol. Every week a mouthful of death. We would fight amongst ourselves. Wishes were a waste of breath. Displayed desire. Played with fire. Everything is said and done. When trouble comes looking for you again, you better run.

Run away_

Heather Nights and cheated graces. Shadows of deleted places. Dusty haired coyote boys. Bleeding hands. Defeated faces. Except for trains, there was no music. Just the raven`s mundane warnings. Hissing grass. The water`s edge replies and early Sunday mornings. Monuments to boredom. And the stray dog is an emissary. Initials in a picnic table. The junkyard is a cemetery. Displayed desire. Played with fire. Everything is said and done. When trouble comes looking for you again, you better run.

Run away_

Crazy girls and bedroom dancing. Photos of a notable building. Angry angels in the windows. Fishermen and nameless children. Yonder pond, I thinking I saw the birthing of Venus on the surface. Irises and Queen Anne`s Lace. The dish of it made me nervous. Broken horses. Unpaved roads. Rainy days that bask in sorrow. Motorbikes. Electric wires. Men that bear the cloak of Zorro. Displayed desire. Played with fire. Everything is said and done. When trouble comes looking for you again, you better run.

Run away_

On that pretty note (if I say so myself), I`ll wrap this up. Lots of big treats coming soon. Think about clicking here to pre-order the new album and stuff.

See you soon.

Love,

Buck