ALAS, DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979

Sebastien Grainger on the reunion of the dance-metal duo: "Why not say YES to playing the music we designed to be an undeniable source of power?"

http://pitchfork.com/news/41467-death-from-above-1979-release-statement/

It's been 5 years since Death From Above 1979 played a show, 10 years since Jesse played me the first demos & 11 years since we sat in his parents basement and played so loud we knocked the china off the shelves upstairs. 11 seems to be a YES number for me. Though I am usually a pretty rational guy, if I have something on my mind and I see an 11 somewhere, I know I’m on the right path. It’s one of my last remaining superstitions. 2011 has a nice ring to it & if you’re so inclined, it may be the last year ever! So why not say YES? Why not say YES to Coachella? Why not say YES to playing the music we designed to be an undeniable source of power? Why not say YES to stirring up a writhing pit of sweaty humans? YES to riots! YES to heavy music! YES instead of maybe, and YES to make death your adviser and remind yourself always, that this is not a dress rehearsal. This is the big show.

Jesse and I have decided that what we can do together should not be denied.
Together again, as was always the intention, as a collaboration.
The collision of two different worlds.
As this all takes shape, we will reveal it to you.
All of it happening, as it always has, in our own way.
Thank you all for sharing in our excitement!

Yes.
SEBASTIEN

thirty three

why do i find myself constantly thinking about you?

I've tried so hard to push these feelings aside, but they have become an innate part of me.

i cant rid me of you... but for some reason this is beginning to grow on me.

...for a moment i lose myself, wrapped up in the pleasures of this world.

two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.

Coincidence or sign?

I want to believe with everything in me that they are signs and not merely randomosity.

How could I cope with losing grasp of everything I have been believing in.

The destruction of my comfort zone.

Are you really still here, or have I lost my mind and turned to a fake security?

...how i wish you were here.

rage.

you truly have no idea how your empty words and fake emotions take a toll on me.

to you its nothing; to me its everything.

the opposite of irony.

this is the beginning of a new era.

the beginning of a new space to think out loud.

the beginning of a fresh new blogspot.

a chance to finally let go of all the cruel and ugly things I have encountered in this world- but at the same time a place to rage about them.

a chance for forgiveness.

a place to put the hurt. pain. dishonesty. betrayal. loss.

a chance to be heard.

my cry into the disastrous backstabbing world of 2010.

blinded into ignorance by bright corporate lights

and/or

made into heartless assholes by self-indulgence and alcohol.

a chance for change.

involvement. individuality. evolution. activism. VITAL.

a canvas for the thoughts filling my head.

an outlet. a friend. a comfort. a listener.

this being said, i can choose to give you the raw, honest version of who i am, or i can sugar coat my identity, beautify the bad.

i promise to keep my words true, consider this my diary if you will.

welcome to my mind.

my thoughts.

my emotions.

my painting.

hungry minds, thirsty ears.