an album about recurrent mental health episodes, and the rise and fall of civilizations, as an eternal loop.

the album may be experienced starting either with the first track or the eighth (for the "secret level entrance" experience) and should be played with the repeat all feature turned on for the "full Effect." (therefore, the "last song," if not listening on repeat, can be either "infinitePerfume" or "Whales on 'G.'")

• • • on a more personal note:

in this dream we got into a scheme across state lines
quick on your feet trade in the evidence for the lower charge
got away with a fortune and no time
helps if you look innocent ‘cause you happen to actually be innocent

he got so non violent it was evil
walk around that’s the only way you’ll have a chance to learn the place at all
this some kind of work of art or not
i don’t know
i don’t know anything

i live in a fiction
i live in a fiction
i live in a fiction and it’s not working
i live in a fiction
i live in a fiction
i live in a fiction and it’s not working

gotta call my old friend Jack Parsons
he’s working downtown part-time in the afternoons at the old garage
featured in the last film appearance of Richard Pryor
trying to build some kind of new vehicle
says he will get us out of here again
but in the other direction

they put on these halos that looked like lava exploding out of a volcano
all the information the secret joy of even existing at all
laughing right at the edge of language and non-communication
one mobster to another
one mobster to another
i was right all along
the city is just another piece of poetry

• • •

"It was a wild ride." – Immaculada, Most Of My Memoirs Are Plagiarized

"He understood it to be another deep nudge from forces unseen, almost surely connected with the letter that had come along with his latest mental-disability check, reminding him that unless he did something publicly crazy before a date now less than a week away, he would no longer qualify for benefits. He groaned out of bed." — Thomas Pynchon, Vineland

"What year is this?" — Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks: The Return

"Inside, the judge was stepping down
While the jury cried for more

Oh, stop that cursed jury
Cried the attendant and the nurse
The trial was bad enough
But this is ten times worse
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape
And while everybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape"
– Bob Dylan, Drifter's Escape, from the vitally important and sometimes overlooked album "John Wesley Harding"

produced by Johnny American and Zoyd “Possum” Wheeler
written and recorded February 9, 2018 — March 26 2020
("Sacerdotal" and "In A Word" were completed separately in late 2017)

vocals were recorded by the featured artists except Spencer's, which were recorded by Theresa, and Theresa's, which were co-engineered by Theresa and Sam Rogerson

thank you to Jamie Burkart, Parks Burton, Kalen Egan, Julia Fredenburg, James Johnson, Mitchell Keaney, Cohen Mejan, Spencer Owen (and the Timeshare, Rest in Indefinite Hiatus), Theresa Rife, Sam Rogerson, Patrick Shipp and Michael Ulrich

special thanks to my close friends who have supported me through all my struggles

for more information:
www.bobdylan.com/songs/ballad-frankie-lee-and-judas-priest/
www.bobdylan.com/songs/drifters-escape/
and find a copy of The Crying of Lot 49 and read it if you haven't already