XV. His Royal Highness, The Black Pig (Reprise)

(This photo by Juan Martin del Campo, in addition to the one prior to this one. Yeeeyaaah)

I am happy to announce that the Black Pig is (finally) loose.

The EP Release last Saturday was a totes fun time. Marc Manning opened the evening with elegance and might. God bless that beautiful man. Tommy Mose Abbott was the perfect host/collaborator, and everyone in attendance...just perfect.

The limited-edition Black Pig Suite poster will soon be available on Dorianwood.com.

The Black Pig Suite EP, however, eagerly awaits the click of your mouse!

Note the low, recession-flavored price of $3.99! For the price of 4 Jack in the Box tacos, you can own the Pig. I do make a super humble, super kind request to you, though: if you would like to share it with those you love (or those you love to be a pig with), please take a quick moment to direct them to Dorianwood.com, rather than e-mailing/uploading them the Black Pig. Yes, it's fun to share. People like you more when you share. But rest assured that I would LOVE you LONGTIME if you helped me recuperate the costs of conceiving, incubating and birthing the Black Pig. Thanks. :-)

Soooo many fun, horrific things are coming up. Thank you for listening and not running blindly through the halls.

Love,

Dorian

XIV. His Royal Highness, The Black Pig

I am an excited little ham.

A few months ago, 16 of my friends and I gathered in a studio to record Black Pig Suite: an elegant nightmare in 4 parts. On July 18, the big black thing enters the world, buck-naked and ready for blood. I'm very happy with this Black Pig.

Note: I composed a piece for Killsonic entitled "Black Pig". Two different pigs, both with the same hunger. For blood, again.

The purpose of recording Black Pig Suite: MONEY. Oh dear, how awful. No, really. Money. You see...the four songs that comprise the Suite are children of a large, as-yet unborn mother known as Rattle Rattle. I've been working on the Rattle Rattle songs for a hair over a year now. They total 22 (so far), and they are an angry bunch begging to be coddled by all manner of brass, bellows and instruments of electric persuasion. Massive wrath, with a quiet stare. The lifting of an eyebrow curved over the blindness of the fist. I am blessed to have with me an army of the most gifted musicians in the world (in the WORLD), and God love them for contributing their precious time and energy to Black Pig Suite. God, they're great. And they deserve to be paid.

The economy, the economy, the economy...yes, we're all struggling to stay afloat (some more than others). Is it insane for me to want to lock up 20 musicians in a house for a week and crank out the sweetest, loudest, strangest music this side of Heaven? Perhaps. Is it insane for me to want to make sure they are rightfully compensated? Fuck no. I'm not asking for P. Diddy's riches. I just want my peeps to be able to handle their business after doing what they love.

This is true indie, my friends. I'm reaching out to good, passionate people out there who would be capable of investing in a labor of love. No illicit means. Seriously. My heart and balls out on the table. I guarantee a decent return, and best of all, a work of brutal honesty and epic bliss. And many, many, many shows. :-)

You can preview Black Pig Suite on my MySpace or Facebook. My friends and I are very proud of it. When the Pig arrives next week, we hope you love it as much as we do.

Love,

Dorian

XIII. Mean, Dirty Shoes

Got a new laptop. It's bright and clean. It plays Bjork live songs quite nicely.

Why am I so fucking angry all the time? Everything sucks and stuff! I mean, money...hard to hold onto, man...yeah...so, soooo hard! And bills, gotta be paid...stupid groceries. Ugh. There's fat in the air, MAN! I'm clogging my arteries just by walking out the front door. Dumb shit, dumb.

But no, really. I hold on tight to this opportunity to unleash fucking fury like bad molasses into a brand new garbage disposal. This opportunity, sitting comfy on my face, at 34. I want to stay angry at the hypocrisy of people. Men and women of many genders out there are told they are undeserving of the love they feel. Not allowed to proclaim the truest thing they could ever feel. Not in the way my parents could. Much less, vastly undeserving. Por Dios. We graduated from pre-school many moons ago. Why do we still live in that same pre-school? Bad posture, unnecessary sweating. Make room for the little ones, Pergamino!

At the risk of reducing myself to that beret-headed buffoon with the megaphone in one hand and a blank book in the other, I want to pick a fight. I want to drag people who are down with people (bad down) to the underneath of my car, with velocity and as little remorse as humanly possible. I want to not be nice to mean people and, in turn, become super mean. I want to lose focus and lash out at everyfuckingbody, allthefuckingtime. I want to swallow my life up in a fiendish appetite of pure hatred. For to tell them all I lived passionate and true. To tell them I became Che Guevara with a Mohammad complex. He wasn't a smart one, but he went loud.

Love,

Dorian

XII. In No Particular Order

1. My computer is dead. I'm at the mercy of the machines that belong to my friends. For now.

2. The UK was a dangerously good time. I need to keep going back there.

3. Black Pig Suite entered the final mixing stages yesterday. It's totally sex. I hope it will be good for you, too.

4. Black Pig Suite EP Release Party will occur in Los Angeles in July. Information will arrive soon.

5. Working on shitloads of art. I need blood.

6. I've met someone who rattles the black pig's cage. God love him. I know I do!

7. San Francisco in August. New York in September. Paris in November. Information will arrive soon.

8. Killsonic is keeping me busy, too. New piece for Killsonic very, very soon.

9. I just picked my nose. Instead of putting my booger on Leah's comforter, I put it on my shirt.

10. Rattle Rattle is breathing mighty, yet calm.

11. The salvia experiment I did last year (2 years ago?) will be unleashed soon. Drugs. Drugs. DRUGS.

Love,

Dorian

XI. DWUK

Sunday, May 3, 10PM
Sounds From The Other City @ The Black Lion
65 Chapel Street, Salford
Manchester M3 5BZ
Presented by Terrorist, and also featuring: Legowelt Troubleshooter Digitonal English Electric Gordon Tinnitus Mark Jones DJs - Resident Terrorists KBeard, James Sizen Bell & Afi Khan

Tuesday, May 5, 9PM
Bar Wotever @ Central Station
37 Wharfdale Rd., King’s Cross
London

Wednesday, May 6, 8PM
Electroacoustic @ The Slaughtered Lamb
34-35 Great Sutton St
London, EC1V 0DX
With Show Without Punch and Mark Hole

Friday, May 8, 9PM
The Hare & Hounds
High Street, Kings Heath
Birmingham, B14 7JZ
With Dorian Wood (UK), Friends of the Stars and the Step Off DJs

X. Big Apples

Brought to you by El-Haru Kuroi, The Petrojvic Blasting Company, princessFrank, Leah Harmon, Erika Duchinsky (not pictured, sadly, but very much there!) and Æ. Love and blessings to Caleb, Ben, the Dusty Walker household, and all our new friends.



Love,

Dorian

IX. DWEHKNYC

I will be in NYC this week, with my friends El-Haru Kuroi. We will be performing day and night, night and day, in venues, parks, streets, alleys, subway stations, sidewalks and all manner of street corners, around, about, NYC. Joining us will be: Leah Harmon (accordion), princessFrank (percussion/guitar), Erika Duchinsky (percussion), The Petrojvic Blasting Company, Æ and others.

Sunday 4/12, 9:00 PM
Don Pedro
90 Manhattan Ave., Williamsburg

Tuesday 4/14, 9:00 PM
Barbes
376 9th St Brooklyn

Wednesday 4/15, 9:00PM
Trophy Bar
352 Broadway, Brooklyn

10:30PM
Pete’s Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street, Brooklyn
(Dorian Wood solo)

If you're in the city, we would love to see you. :-)

Love always,

Dorian