the dark side peers out

Ladies, ladies, ladies. Let's comport ourselves as grownups around here. Cattiness, while it has a certain inherent sexiness whilst at least theoretically being done over me (K being J's second in the word duels) might lead people to think I live in a virtual biker bar. No blasters!

Actually, I have learned to stay out of it. As long as there are no fatalities or lawsuits, I'm content to keep to my creative outlets. It is actually a little bracing to feel so beloved that otherwise well-behaved young women would shadowbox over me, or at least my turf. Hmm, it is all so virtual, not quite the same as a sweaty, real-life catfight on a waterbed in teddies, is it?

I am pleased with the visceral response to "Cut Me"...it is nice to let the dark lord within me run loose for four minutes or so...normally the only room I let him out in does not have a microphone. Maybe I need to explore this element in my work more.

Do you like the reference to Lord Byron? He was a horny, predatory monster in his youth. And his adulthood. Hey, I guess he never grew out of it. Me, I am less Byron than Vicomte de Valmont when the mood is upon me; that I have successfully banked my fires now for these past few years is nothing short of miraculous to me, knowing me as I do. I should be elected Pope.

But that would never do, now, would it. Better to be the Amomancer. Not so many rules. And my bodyguards are much, much prettier.

To the crimson and black walls of the royal bedchamber in the Sapphire Palace!

The New Podcast (2007/01/07) is Up

The new podcast, featuring "Skyscraper Ambition" and "Cut Me", is up...

From Out of the City, 2007/01/07

Enjoy. You may find it a little intense and dark. Thanks, Jaz. And thanks, to the guys in the band.

My friend, K

My friend K is fantastic.  While we may disagree politically, she is bright, vivacious and a loyal and true friend.  She has kept me positive at times when it was easy to go negative, encouraged my interest in Jaz (although I think she thinks I'm nuts) and plays a blistering game of Literati on Yahoo Games. 

I trust her, and that says a lot.  I know she has my back when the chips are down. She's one of the key reasons why I miss California. And she's incredibly, edibly hot. If I was not completely, blindingly devoted to my Jaz, and K was available...who knows? And she's a redhead.

I owed her the kind truth comments for having made fun of her the other day. I may screw up, but I at least try to make amends.

lyric: Cut Me

Okay, we laid down the bassline and the high end guitar. And I listened. I listened. Like H.R. Giger, who sprays his canvas with his airbrush and looks to see the monsters emerge. I won't say who or what i meditated on, but the lyric emerged, aggressively. Darkly, and with a strange violent sexuality to it.

It is subject to slight changes as we tailor the vocals, but I think this is sufficiently dark for the challange made. I am actually pleased with the integration of the lyric and the music. If we have it ready by tonight it may find its way into tonight's podcast, along with "Skyscraper Ambition", which came out quite nicely (although my friend Theo, in Hungary, says there's too much reverb).

Here it is:

Cut Me

cut me
cut me in my sleep
not too deep
just enough to see the welling red
bow your head
and drink my life
in tender sips
through tainted lips
and with gentle laps
of your soft warm tongue

cut me
cut me deep
in my sleep
so you can taste my iron
like a fantasy of Byron
dark you kiss
as you lick me dry
and then you try
to wake my cooling frame
so I might hold you in your pain

cut me
cut me with your blade
for memory made
when I have made you bleed
in feral need
to plunge my seed
deep inside your shell
my passions swell
when I feel you drink
and know your darkest lust


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Now I know why I have slipped into the shadows. It was necessary to write this. Thanks again to my preconscious, which always seems to know what is needed to create, even if it is not the most comfortable fit for streetwear.