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May 6, 2009

Good morning my friends!

How strange to think that I just cringed mildly at the thought of using the term, "My Friends..."? If it weren't for the Presidential election we recently endured, I wouldn't think twice about such a old and lovely term. But if any of you were as glued to the proceedings as I was, you'll remember a greying and determined John McCain skewering that adage daily. It is actually amazing how some asshole vying for the King's chair can alter our perceptions of otherwise good words! I think I will spend today reclaiming that word and a few others that went the way of the wrong wing...

I am not writing today to complain though, or expound on the nature of semantics as it pertains to political debates and the slow death of language via the radical right. I actually just wanted to say hi and catch you up a little on the continuing adventures of Incubus and the process' that surround it!

As you may already know, Incubus is taking it to the streets with a big, hairy US tour this July and August. We are currently plotting one of the coolest shows we have ever devised! And being that we haven't been on the road in the US for quite some time, we plan on leaving in our wake a coiled and bulbous mess of satiated ears and eyes. A lover you meet on a deserted beach once every few years to make dirty, unadulterated and ferocious love to. Only then to wake with the early morning light, sandy and satisfied to a note from said lover that states, "Maybe I will see you next Summer... Here's some fresh pineapple." Wow, I am at the three quarter mark of my coffee right now. Can you tell?

I am planning on bringing some of my larger more difficult to transport paintings on tour this Summer so as to hang them at selected galleries about and around the US. It is a logistically nightmarish thing to do, but I am really trying to bring some of the Ectoplasm show to those of you who weren't able to be in LA late last Summer. That and there a few new pieces that desire to be shared. Your interest in my visual works is inspiring and humbling all at once.

Thank you so much to all of you that acquired the newest lithograph set. I hope you are enjoying them. If you have separated them and hung them on opposing walls, that's ok. But if I could speak for the drawings, they get lonely, and they do desire to live near each other. You'll see what I mean if you try them out in a triad of wall space. There are a few left here at the factory, so if you were thinking about it and hesitating...you should probably trust that hesitation and spend your money on six or so movie tickets this Blockbuster Movie season on gems like '17 Again', 'Twilight', and or 'The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'. Wow, I can be a real dick, huh? These movies might be incredible and I would never know it! '17 Again' is probably amazing in it's kitsch value and I am overlooking it just because every bone in my body says, "Brandon, if you pay to see this film, we will revolt against you by spontaneously making an exoskeleton out of ourselves in the shape of a massive 'L' to commemorate how big of a loser you are."

But, yeah, there are a few lithograph sets left.

Our newest audio offering, 'Monuments and Melodies' is available for theft on June 16th, boys and girls. I crafted the imagery that hugs the cd's with good old fashioned pen and ink, and a hint of a lens flare. I am interested in hearing what your interpretations of the images are. I had a few very particular ideas in mind when it came to be, but some of the feedback early on suggested that it could be read as a number of different things. Thoughts? Concerns? Complaints? Insults? Inquiries?

Anyway, nice talking to you this morning. My coffee is now cold and the outside world is calling me like a nagging spouse:

"Brandon! Have you brushed your teeth?"
"No..."
"Brandon! Have you taken out the trash?!"
"No..."
"Brandon! Have you swept the yard?"
"No..."
"Brandon...come into my arms and squeeze me like a mostly tamed Grizzly bear. I will likely just hug you back. But there's always the chance that you'll get your feathers ruffled."
"Yes, dear." (Smiles warmly as he presses his turned face into her knowing and almost always safe embrace. A sense of calm and warmth envelopes him, he remembers how lovely this is and lets out a deep sigh.)

Cheers,
Brandon Boyd