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[poetailurofilica]

kepex

qué pasa que siempre se asustan cuando escucho su clamor a través de MI tiempo les pido que no molesten e inherente se vuelve el foco soy frágil aunque no parece tu aún más hábil descubriéndome pussylánime

¡QUÉ QUIERES DE MI MENTE! ¿serán las mentiras, o de la ira, su DOLOR? tengo esta sensación que no se puede quitar que me sueltan, me distorsionan y la tortura no es sino otro bote de pintura que en la calle quedó

pintoresco y elocuente tengo musas y descendientes aporto locura a esa ternura para calmar tu sed de hiriente tu tortura me enamora emanas infierno de tus labios. de tus dedos, mil arrebatos ¿cómo es que no te cuesta abandonar?

tantos años y cerrojos tu plan era dejarme sólo vi el abismo hacia donde me llevabas y haciéndome la tonta, decidí avanzar por eso digo que no hay culpas sólo la pulpa de esta naranja no somos mitades somos estúpidas

mi alma y yo tomamos una decisión nos lanzamos al vacío en búsqueda del amor del propio, del bonito no de ése que me dijo "amor" ni del tuyo, cariño aunque casi me hayas convencido sé que tu cielo no soy yo

tal vez tu dinero o quizás, tu olvido... puede que algún día me limpie los oídos de tu tonalidad atravesada clavada en este río que sigue húmedo a pesar del laberinto

ahora lo entiendo no es por el juego ni mi corazón no te importa que digamos adiós estaba ya de sobra en tu vida, no? mas tengo que destacar que aún usas mi voz aunque nunca fue por la honestidad de la que tanto jactaste tu acción

como antes, el día de hoy recuerdo todo lo que no prosperó junto con aquel valor que me arrebataste sin explicación y al igual que ayer también acepto tu querer morfológicamente errática más pragmática que negative*

typo que alzo la mano, hasta la frente y desato la furia del agua que se lleve todo lo que me duele que inunde valencia no me importa nada les avisé sobre las catástrofes y aún si nadie cree no es aparente: es la corriente que esperaban

@poetailurofilica

[alvarommirh]

Este pasado sábado fui invitado al concierto de @kepex_oficial en tributo a @pxndx y @mychemicalromance Una presentación increíble, dándome el lujo de experimentar en la foto pude sacar unas tomas increíbles. Me siento orgulloso de ustedes chicos y de permitirme la confianza de romperme la madre haciendo lo que amo. Ah por cierto, realizaron quema de fotos de ex novios jaja fue divertido. . #Ñaki #ÑakiFotografia #fotografia #fotocatchers #performance #presentation #show #concert #music #musician #musico #presentacion #kepex #tribute #tributo ##instagood #instagram #photography #picoftheday #photography #picoftheday #bnw #byn (en EQUINOCCIO) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaXZQV-uBbA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lovevalley45]

i forgot that one of thacker’s main moves was like. oh yeah i knew this character when they were a kid from his time with kepex

bc that is WILD like imagine ur camp counselor from sixth grade kinda comes to u after like. being declared missing for a good six ass years like “hey wanna help us save the world”

absolutely wild

[whatamirolling]

forest ranger

Juno Devine is in sixth grade, and she doesn’t have many friends. Usually she doesn’t mind all that much; she’s never liked many of the same things as her classmates. She would rather go on nature hikes than stay inside watching television, but she’s only twelve and her mother won’t let her go too far into the Monongahela Forest without an adult yet, and she knows there’s so much more beyond the marked trails just behind her house or the back of the property of Pocahontas Middle School.

The hike that day in the woods is fun, and Mr. Thacker is nice and knows a lot about the woods, but Juno isn’t enjoying it as much as she thought she might. She’s been trying to make more friends lately, but no one seems interested in talking about all the interesting birds and plants in the forest, and Duck is sick today, so he’s not here. About halfway through the tour, Juno stops to sketch a flower she’s only seen a few times before, and Bobby Fletcher and Jacob Wilson grab her sketchbook and throw it into the creek and laugh as they walk away.

Juno can’t quite keep herself from crying. She steps into the creek (It’s not high at all, barely even ankle-deep) and grabs her book. The cover isn’t too wet, but some of the drawings in the middle are ruined. Juno sits on the trunk of a fallen tree and shakes the sketchbook, trying in vain to dry the pages.

“Young lady! What in the world are you thinkin’?”

Juno hurriedly wipes the tears from her face and turns to see Mr. Thacker standing a few feet behind her, a concerned look on his face. At first he seems mad, but then he’s not anymore, and then he says her drawings are really good, and Juno decides she would like to spend more time with Mr. Thacker. He’s one of the nicest grown-ups she’s ever met, and he loves the forest, too.

Juno visits KepEx a few days later, that Saturday. She’s worried that Mr. Thacker won’t remember her, but he does, and he offers to let her tag along on another tour he’s giving in a few hours, free of charge. Juno agrees happily. This tour turns out to be much more fun than the one she took with her classmates. There’s more time to stop and sketch; grown-ups are much more patient and appreciative of nature than kids are. She also asks more questions than she did around her classmates; they weren’t so keen on her being so curious about the forest, but these grown-ups don’t seem to mind, and Mr. Thacker seems more than happy to provide answers.

When Juno grows up, she wants to work in the forest. She’s in high school now, a freshman, and school is alright, but she would much rather be outside, cataloging the wildlife and seeing what new things she could find. So Juno spends a lot of time staring out the window, not listening to her teachers, getting in trouble for not listening to her teachers, and then repeating everything over again. Juno tries to pay more attention in class, if only it would get her fewer detentions so she could get out of school and into the woods sooner, but it’s just so hard not to stare out the window some more and plan her next hike, instead. She still visits Mr. Thacker sometimes, and it’s always fun to tag along on his tours, too. Juno’s gone rafting and spelunking many times now, and sometimes she even convinces Duck to go with her (he’s never been one for danger or adventure).

Duck is one of Juno’s best friends. He likes the forest, too--more so because it’s a quiet place he can go and smoke, but still--and he doesn’t talk a lot, and he actually seems to like listening to Juno while she rambles on about the latest bird she sketched. They hang out a lot, taking hikes through the woods or just sitting high in the branches of the tallest tree in Juno’s backyard, passing a joint back and forth. Sometimes they talk about what they want to do in the future. Juno thinks she knows; she wants to ask Mr. Thacker if he would consider hiring her part-time, so she can get more experience navigating the forest and educating people on its importance. Duck doesn’t know what he wants to do; he’s never been particularly motivated to try anything new. Juno asks him if he wants to see if Mr. Thacker will give him a job, too. Duck says he’ll think about it.

Juno is out of high school now, and she knows what she wants to do. She attends college just outside of Kepler, pursuing a degree in forestry, and she has to say she’s absolutely ecstatic when Duck decides to come with her. They have most of the same classes, aside from some core, and hang out even more than they did in high school. Four years seem to fly by, and before Juno knows it, she and Duck are graduating and beginning training for the U.S. Forest Service.

Juno and Duck have worked in the Monongahela National Forest as rangers for more than twenty years now, and Juno wouldn’t trade that time for anything in the world. Sometimes, she’s still a little in awe of how her life has turned out; she’s doing something she loves every single day and getting paid for it, and isn’t that the dream? And there are still undiscovered secrets everywhere she turns, waiting to be found.

The FBI is here, and they’re taking over the forest, taping off enormous sections and trampling everywhere in their stupid FBI regulation shoes, and Juno is pissed. But there’s not much she can do about it. Sure, things have turned a little upside down since the top of Mount Kepler flew off and destroyed half the town, but that doesn’t make Juno any less mad. This is bullshit. And then Mr. Arlo fucking Thacker walks into the ranger station after six or so years of being missing, tells her about his travels on another planet, and asks if she’ll help him and his motley crew commit a federal crime.

And Juno says yes.

[billnobes]

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[cryptonomined]

Pick your head up king, your kepEx lanyard is falling

[hardcorefornerds]

Vinyl Sunday: The Radiators, Ghostown (Chiswick Records, 1978)

I was quite excited to get a hold of a copy of this record, possibly my favourite Irish album (other obvious contenders: The Undertones, s/t; and My Bloody Valentine, Loveless; dark horse, Si Schroeder’s Coping Mechanisms). You could call it Dublin’s answer to London Calling, in moving from the first-generation punk of their debut TV Tube Heart to a more ambitious and literary-minded sound: although ironically they, like many other Irish artists, moved to London to make and record it. And I, for the first time, bought a second-hand record online from a UK dealer, since I’ve never seen it pop up in any of the shops here. 

It’s also cool to be able to read the liner notes (I actually had a CD reissue already, but it only had a simple card sleeve) and in particular the instrument credits. I only recently became aware that the album was produced by Tony Visconti, of Bowie fame - along with lots of others, of course: according to his Wikipedia page, in the same couple of years he produced three Thin Lizzy albums (Bad Reputation, Live and Dangerous and Black Rose) - who contributed string arrangements to give the album its lush proto-post-punk feel. But he’s also there on ‘Confidential’, vamping a piano line; on ‘Song of the Faithful Departed’ playing the Hammond organ; and as ‘Antonio Visconti’ on the mandolin on the vaudevillian ‘Kitty Rickets’, accompanying the guitarist and later Pogues member Phil Chevron on his “electric bazouki”.

As for the resulting production values, the opening guitar riff of ‘Million Dollar Hero’ has a glorious mid-range tone that possibly sounds better on vinyl (here’s a YouTube recording of the 7�� single). In general, I think having something to play on my turntable just encourages me to play closer attention to the texture of the sound. Indeed, I’ve listened to the album on headphones often enough that I probably should have been able to identify the bongoes behind the pitter-patter rhythm of “Johnny Jukebox”. Or the ominous crash of the timpani on ‘They’re Looting in the Town’, the insurrectionist lyrics of which I wrote about here. Not to mention the fairly widespread use of synthesisers (and something called a ‘Kepex link rhythm’) at what I would think is still a relatively early time - certainly for Irish music, and punk at that (probably not until Fight Like Apes did they make such a reappearance).

Again, there is an irony that an album that I’ve seen described as ‘ahead of its time’ was also delayed for some time in its release (1979) which may have lost the band some of their commercial and critical momentum. But almost forty years on from its recording, it still rewards close listening - one of those records that opened my ears to the possibilities of music beyond the obvious.

[koftwentytwo]

The Day The LR32 Came To Town

Well - Today was a slow day. After spending most of the morning cleaning the shop, building a fire, watching youtube videos, smoking a little, and then cleaning some more, watching some more, playing with the fire some more and then making two trips out for coffee - I finally had to pull the trigger and get the LR32 system out of it’s box and give it a go.

I had purchased this little bad boy a couple of years ago for a set of cabinets I was building for my Dad's house - but once he gave me an excuse to do something different for his needs - I quickly and quietly put the LR32 Systainer away on a shelf and tried to forget about it.

It's not that I didn't WANT to use it. I did. I was just scared. The Germans scare me sometimes - the ones at Festool do often - especially when it comes to the "kits" that you can use with the Festool systems.

Sure - We can all understand how to use the Kepex, or the Vacuums, and even the track saws easily enough (although - there are still parts of the Kepex that I don't touch - they seem to adjust things that should never need to be changed - those little green knobs and levers - just sitting there....)

Anyway - If we can all figure out how to use a drill or a track saw - all of that goes away once you get into the set of accessories that you can get with the routers... Esp the mother of them all - the LR32.

From the very start - you know that you're fucked just by the name.

LR32

It isn't a name - It's a German Order for Pain, like Order 66 in Star Wars.

So this morning, there I was. Looking at the box of pain and rewatching youtube videos trying to figure out how to make this box of parts come together into a system that can give me "simple and beautiful" 8mm dole holes down the length of the front and back of my new shop cabinets...

After stopping to have another smoke, haul in some wood for the fire and make sure that Toby was warm and happy - we finally dug in an tried making some holes.

And don't you know - it worked. And it worked well. And quick.

The initial setup was a little heavy - but once you got the stops figured out (in both directions!), it wasn't bad. With a bit of Festool MFT clamping magic and some Jerry Garcia on the shop Apple TV playing - we were making holes in no time!

[ocehcapleunam]

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[pigeonwithanarchive]

[image ID: a traditional sketch of Duck Newton, Indrid Cold, and Juno Divine as preteens. Indrid is at the front with Duck and Juno slightly behind him. Duck is the shortest and chubbiest, wearing a hoodie and basketball shorts with his hair in an undercut and looking grumpily offscreen. Indrid is the tallest and lankiest, wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with a KepEx logo on it, with straight shaggy hair and looking towards the viewer. Juno, wearing cuffed jeans and an open collared shirt layered over a Green Day t-shirt with her hair in a longer undercut than Duck, is sticking her tongue out and flipping off someone offscreen. End ID]

A warm up doodle!! It started with just a lil Indrid but Duck and Juno showed up too, I couldn’t stop ‘em.

This is from an au I’ve been kinda fussin’ with where Indrid is exiled as a kid and is kind of collectively raised by Mama, Thacker, and Barclay (it started as just goofs but has quickly progressed to me projecting a ton HOO BOY)

[erick-soce]

The Drums en mi sopa 🍜🍜🍜 #Monday #theDrums #eat #crazy #kepex #alternative 😁😁😁

[alvarommirh]

@kepex_oficial tocó en la pasada @laferia.delfindelmundo.bol y aproveché de sacar unas cuantas fotitos a modo de práctica jejeje espero les guste. . #Ñaki #ÑakiFotografia #fotografia #fotocatchers #performance #presentation #show #concert #music #musician #musico #presentacion #kepex #tribute #tributo ##instagood #instagram #photography #picoftheday #photography #picoftheday #bnw #byn #blancoynegro #Smartphone #smartphonephotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CZjzId5uaNS/?utm_medium=tumblr