Stevil's podcast

August 19, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 02:34:37 GMT

This one will be smoother, brighter and full of love. In the meantime, listen to the cattle.

August 19, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:52:28 GMT

Okay, okay, so here is the first part of this morning's show. It was tricky getting this recording ready because I had to splice it using Garage Band, and that doesn't allow for exact edits. I think it came out fine. If not, then you can call me bad names having to do with bodily fluids and excrement. I may cry, but I'll survive. Peace.

August 12, 1008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:40:43 GMT

Snow balling episodes expanding right before your eyes like thunder bellowing throughout the night, caking your ears with blasts of sound and flashes of lightening blinding your eyes. It's over, it's all over.

August 12, 1008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:56:59 GMT

Here is the first last second chapter chamber for you and you's. Don't let it get you thinking.

August 5, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:28:47 GMT

When the damn breaks over the madness, that's when my heart breaks and the snow falls on the bouncing squirrels in my eyes. The victim's squirrels were found all over the grass, reeling to the music. Dance. Dance. Dance...

August 5, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:04:03 GMT

Part one of the trails behind the comet that fills the airwaves with the sound of cleaning products and sterilization theory. The atmosphere is pregnant with diabolical what's-its. Jet propelled and insignificant. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz...

July 29, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:50:41 GMT

The road is paved with iron clad alibis. The fish is decorated with chocolate sprinkles and foggy eyesores. The vinegar leaks into the nose of reflection.

July 29, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:02:30 GMT

Food funding finders flaunting fabulous fumes for friendly freakers

July 22, 2008 Vol. 3

Stevil — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:23:51 GMT

Last but not least in the long line of endless lines leading back and forth in a broken record of radiant emptiness.

July 22, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:02:27 GMT

Next stop...Nowheresville, baby. Climb on in, the water's great - it just smells a little funny.

July 22, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 01:35:12 GMT

Match sticks burning the mud caked claws of ancient creatures, like me. Dig the tunes.

July 15, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:21:53 GMT

It's just a blemish, don't be worried - I have tons of them. Kiss me.

July 15, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 00:51:36 GMT

Another moment in time, captured and held hostage for the preservation of nonsense and mediocrity. Hail nothingness! Drop-kick the end to the beginning and rejoice!

July 8, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 02:34:57 GMT

Fill the void with sound sculptures to feed the brain with something to latch onto, to allow oneself to forget the world, the leaders, the pain of knowing and not doing. We sink like balloons and float like facts. No matter, really. The outcome for all of us is the same. So rejoice! Tomorrow is just a memory.

July 8, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 02:01:32 GMT

Hot hot hot in the studio today. Melting. Colorless, shapeless forms pursue me with great effort. Go away! Leave me be! I gave back all the magic that I ever stole. If I still had it, I would use it. Stop watching me, please. Don't follow me like victims. Follow me like teammates. Some day we may win this battle, and then we'll be champions. Wooo.

July 4, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 21:56:12 GMT

Here we go again - Weeeeeeeeeeee! Ride the wave into oblivion! Yay!

July 4, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 21:29:14 GMT

Hello again from outer space. I subbed an Independence Day show from 6-9 a.m. This poo floats, if you know what I'm saying. Like, the gear shifter is working wonderfully. There's no extra parts. Dig! (And I'm even more sleepy today, if such is possible, like.)

July 2, 2008

Stevil — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 21:07:12 GMT

I subbed 2/3 of a show on Wednesday July 2, 2008. It was fun, but it was also tiring and I had to drag, I mean drag myself out of bed to get there on time. Nuts!

July 1, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:46:33 GMT

Feeding frenzy is over. No more food. I'm stuffed. No cheese.

July 1, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:10:35 GMT

Absent of words, fiendish plots, collective patterns and nervous habits - normal patterns don't work at all. Food instead.

June 24, 2008 Vol.2

Stevil — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 02:16:24 GMT

It's okay, don't worry. The night still gives birth to the day and if it wasn't meant to reach into that place, it wouldn't be able to fit. Right? Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Am I wrong? I'm calmer than you...

June 24, 2008 Vol.1

Stevil — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:43:03 GMT

Pulling the wool over my eyes, I hit the bricks because it's f**k or walk. I must close the deal or eat my tail to stay alive. The drool on my lips felt like fingernails on a chalkboard - disturbing and awakening me to the day. Welcome brothers and sisters, taste the crumbs of my vengeance. The water feels great. Watch out for the sharks, shakes, shattered dreams. Dig!

June 17, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:48:42 GMT

The rudder is stuck and the ship is out of control. Man the sails! Clear the decks! Women and children first. Abandon ship! Run for your lives... Broken... dreams... falling... cream puffs... silent angels sending kisses in the dark for the troll with the bug eye... pulsating chancre spewing the innards of a disease well spread... listen... feel it flowing through your soul... welcome to the disease. One of us... One of us... One of us...

June 17, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:46:35 GMT

A fine, foggy June morning that turned into a hot, summer day during my 3 hour show. Full circle. Dynamo! You can hear the end of a Cheap Trick song at the beginning - that was me, mine...I done that to feed the vacuum of inner need and craving for the anchored sounds of my youth in a toilet plunging frenzy on momentary remembrances that quickly fade to urban chaotic ear buzzing zolts and piercings. Hail the Vacuum!

June 10, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 02:15:52 GMT

Continuing with the sounds of creatures crawling out of my stomach and out into the world creating chaos and mayhem - but always with love.

June 10, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 00:58:07 GMT

I woke up dead. It was all I could do to get out of bed and crawl to the KUSF Studios to bring this collection of gruff to the airwaves. So love it, or hate it, or...whatever. Right on!

June 3, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:56:43 GMT

Buckets of blood, pus and tasty intestine. All for you.

June 3, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:22:11 GMT

Zombie man crawls up from the grave to feast on blood and run amuck throughout the town. After so many nights of minimal amounts of sleep, I am that zombie, and you are listening to the blood of my victims.

May 27, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 28 May 2008 01:03:17 GMT

This is the ending of the beginning. Fluttering wings of birds within my eyes, reflecting the movement of time that escapes, but not without leaving its mark, penetrating deep into the rhythm of consciousness, melting the cheese of my existence onto my vegie-patty coffin, setting me free into the wild flame and calling me an a-hole. Some things never change.

May 27, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 28 May 2008 00:57:36 GMT

We have gathered here today to witness the foolishness of Stevil. This buffoonery signifies years of practice and focused concentration. Like many before him, Stevil has embarked down this treacherous path ill equipped for the harsh conditions and dangerous circumstances. At the sign post up ahead, your next stop: Nowheresville.

May 20, 2008 Vol. 2

Stevil — Wed, 21 May 2008 01:37:10 GMT

The next incarnation of the inevitable. Moss growing all along the edges and crickets chirping. Summer. Cool. Hot. Word.

May 20, 2008 Vol. 1

Stevil — Wed, 21 May 2008 01:14:35 GMT

First part of this fan-freakin-tastic morning. Well, I am still sleepy 10 hours later. The frogs in my eyes are jumping like crazy and the yo-yos in my blood are "walking-the-dog."