August 25th, 2007 by POMP

I have a busy week ahead of me. I have one week left in Syracuse, no permanent place of residence in Houston, and I still haven’t started packing.

I won’t be blogging much over the next couple of weeks, but keep an eye on the sidebar of this blog for brief updates. I plan on taking Flickr pics, and maybe recording some Gcast audio from the road. I’ll also be “tweeting” a little, because I’m a macro-fag and I’m still mastering the 140 character limit set by Twitter.

Here is my tentative itinerary for the next week:

• SUNDAY – Breakfast with mom and my last night of work.
• MONDAY – Possible New York State Fair trip, followed by some much needed packing.
• TUESDAY – Pickup the Penske truck, drive to Oswego to visit friends, drink some beer, and then drive drunk back to Syracuse.
• WEDNESDAY – PACK. PACK. PACK.
• THURSDAY – My last night in Syracuse! Thanks to my MySpace friend Tom Around The World, I’ll be attending Deconstruction at TREXX Nightclub. I’ll post more about this later…
• FRIDAY – Last minute packing, a few more goodbyes, then off to Houston.

August 10th, 2007 by POMP

The Last Supper is the final recording of Al, RaY, and POMP’s Hate the Radio. Recorded on August 9th, 2007 at Delmonico’s Steak House in Syracuse, NY. Two years to the day of our first recording together. This is our final conversation about our work with each other, our lives at this point, and steak.

Hate the Radio was a life changing experience for me, and I will miss it. But it’s time to move on … Literally. I’ll be in Houston next month, and a new project is on the way. Stay tuned to this here blog thing for details on that.

Anyway, as promised here is the_last_supper.wav from Al’s mini-recorder. For an alternate version of our Dinner for Three, check out my Gcast in the sidebar.

August 6th, 2007 by POMP

The Plain White T’s song “Hey There Delilah” is currently number 10 on iTunes. I think that says a lot about Apple fans, and the state of music in general. Shitty pop songs like this are exactly why I dislike the radio — and Emo faggots are paying $0.99 for it from the fruit company. Anyway, Watch the original on YouTube for free and then check out this vulgar parody by John Cheese:

Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like to have big titties?
Every time I fuck your asshole, I imagine Conway Twitty, yes I do.
I fantasize that you’re a dude…
One who’s tattooed.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about my dicklessness.
I’m just an Emo fag,
I’d fuck your younger brother shitless.
Yes I would.
I jack off to “Boys in the Hood.”
I yank it good.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.
What dudes do to me.

Hey there, Delilah, my Tom Jones is gettin’ hard.
Just two more beers, and I’ll work up the nerve to go down on that tard;
I’ll take it all.
I’ll ride his tard junk, balls and all.
Unhinge my jaw.

Hey there, Delilah, I’m not sayin’ that I’m gay,
but if you put a cock in front of me, I’d rub it on my face – I’d grab the shaft…
And slowly work it up my ass.
Then hunch it fast.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.

A thousand Goths and one cigar – I know that dream sounds so bizarre.
I cut myself to make it go away.
Our friends would all make fun of us, but fuck those bitch ass douche bag cunts.
They’ll pay their debts in blood this very day…
Delilah, I can promise you that once I prove that you’re a Jew,
I’ll baptize all your family in flame… and you’re to blame.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about protection.
You have all the cops you want, I’ll still add you to my collection – yes I will.
Your shrieks of pain will be so shrill.
Half of you will end up in a landfill.
I’ll wear your skin – call myself Jill.
It will be ill.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
What dudes do to me