Foreign Lives

It was 2003. I was fresh out of High School and had just moved into my dorm room at Arizona State University in Tempe, Arizona. It was my first time away from all the things that I knew, and to sum it up, it left me in a dark and brooding state of confused ecstasy, misery and joy. Before I left, I had already started my band Meat Over Moscow in 2002 up as a one-man homage to hatred, perversion, misanthropy and noise. My first tracks were nothing more than horrendous noise created by PC microphones, broken karaoke amps, tapes of my first, and ultimately unsuccessful punk band Cold War Crisis and some other terrible Vegas bands whose CD's I ripped and destroyed. I made some 6th Grade-level covers for the CD's I burned in my house on my old Compaq and randomly put them in magazines at Tower Records, on a shelf at Cafe Roma or under the windshield wipers of cars at my High School.

Anyways, in 2003 I found myself isolated from the world I knew, having little friends I liked and felt totally cut off from the rest of the world as I knew it, I put together this little monster as a reaction to my dissolution. This could be why in 2009, I return to my second album (first real one) "Foreign Lives" with a new perspective on isolation. "Lives," an homage to "Alien" soundtrack composer Jerry Goldsmith, is a 51-minute drone-cum-noise exploration of alien worlds, that, more than six years after I made it, still reigns as one of my favorite things I've ever recorded and made. Check this thing out and use it to remember why you are, or always were, alone.

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