As I finally have a little time to rest, everything whittles down to one thing: Spending time with people.

I was going through old journal from 2010 and found the attached blurb:

Laughter is survival

Dreams are the drugs that calm our souls.

The only important things I have come to realize more than ever in 2011:

-Time is the one thing we cannot get back.

-Our positive personal relationships: The only currency we really need to accumulate. Inspiration, work and choice follow that.

This really hit me after our June 3 show. So many people I care about were there. How many moments, holidays do I have left on this planet or vice-versa to spend with them?

The problems of the world will come and go.

And when I set my mind in motion for this to be the forefront, I wrote more than two records’ worth of material. One of which will be released as a solo effort before Spring, and another kidneythieves record for a possible summer release. Even our manager said our newest KT song was brave and one of his favorites.

Taking time for love.

Taking the time to dream.

Taking the time to laugh.

My wish for everyone reading this is that you do the same in 2012.

p+l

fd

Certain things can bring a group of people together: similar ideas, tastes, current events (none of which glues the people on this ride). We found a common ground last night. The movie “Friday.” We watched it, laughed together, quoted it, philosophized on it. It was deep, man. Now we are all in synch. We have reached communion.

I woke up this morning and Mt. Shasta was directly in front of my hotel door. Fuck, man, that ruled. I ran towards it for about half hour, wishing I could jump inside it and swim around in it, kind of like when Keanu Reeves dove right into the Agent dude at the end of the Matrix. I think the mountain did that to me, actually.

On the way back, there was a significant amount of people standing outside at 10:00 a.m. waiting for the Pizza Hut to open. That’s what I call devotion to the Church of Pizza…. Anyway, now we’re halfway to Seattle. Finally going to play a show for people we don’t know! Rock on. Well, actually, there will be one person (SR) there who I haven’t seen since I kicked him in the balls….. Elaboration:

Me, age 2, my dad and SR (they were in a band together at the time) were in the car. I was sitting on SR’s lap, weighing about 20 lbs, wearing my Forrest Gump leg braces, which could have very well weighed the same. Something spontaneously excited me, and I proceeded to kick him in his ‘credentials.’ What could he do! I was just an innocent child. Knowing my dad and his musician friends, I am sure there was a woman (or few!) out there who were high-fiveing me for the indirect retribution. It definitely made an impact on SR, because he never ceases to remind my dad about it to this day. I will soon be face to face with someone who I innocently killed 1.5 million of their potential children.

Gotta go, going to enjoy the scenery. p&l, fd

I am not sure how tight I have this saddle. I had a dream a few nights ago that there was this hang-glider in a field. It seated about 14 people in a single row and it was very George Jetson in architecture. People in my life that had to do with KT were seated in it and the last seat on the far right was mine. I jumped in, and it took off at a high speed, almost at a right angle, up over green velvet rolling hills and sparkling soda creeks I was yelling at everyone “Wait! I don’t have on my seat belt!” They looked at me and laughed and kept going. I surrendered to the ride.

Looking out the window as we drive away, I see the familiar face of my best friend, A. I feel lucky to know that there is support ‘back home’ while I go on to these paths of new territory. The person who was just hugging me with every bit of love and care, who’s is taller than me, now looks like a pea in the distance. Yet the feeling of connectedness gets bigger and bigger.

Now here I am, a chick with a bunch of guys.

Well, they’ve already seen me naked. Let’s just say the photo shoot we just did called for ‘artistic envelope-pushing.’ Our first tour is like ‘tour lite.’ Half the calories with all the taste! The crowds on this run are going to be a bit more testosterone-laden. I’m in a boys club. How the hell did that happen?! I hope my equal and opposite reaction to this tour isn’t that I go home and wear pastel cardigans and fucking watch Dawson’s Creek. Hmm….. Men. Boys. Males. XY chromosome. It makes me recall my first day of high school. . . . (Insert harp-esque music and foggy lens here.) After one summer, a tan, and some baby-fat shed and placed in ‘different areas,’ I walked into the lunchroom area and was dumbfounded by the extra male attention. This didn’t happen in 8th grade! From their point of view: Food and ass = primal necessities. I wonder if I turned into a giant turkey leg to them like in cartoons? I can’t imagine at that age their yearning for good conversation and a spiritual connection. (And let’s be real, was it at the tip-top of my value list?!) So here I am in the lunchroom not really knowing what to make of it; I felt a little out of place. I didn’t succumb to that denominator at the time (don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think the attention “bad”); but even at 14, I was still an analyzing, ‘whatever’ kind of girl. I just remembered thinking, “Memo to self: males seem to lose their minds to tits.” So simple, yet so complex — as I would learn in the years to come . . . (fade out harp) ******(back to present-day lens here.) That being said, I resolve to the potential generalized reactions due to my female-ness. It’s alright. I myself have been guilty of turning into a Fem-Bot. Its nature, darling. Someone once told me, ‘You teach people how to treat you.’ Damn straight. My guys have my back, too.

Ahhhhh — and already, before I could exit this document, Fidget just coined this phrase: “rich chicks and nachos.” Case in point.

Divulgence of happenings as they occur. . . . .p&l fd

Go Ask Alice by Anonymous may have been the first. Anais Nin, Paulo Coelho, so many others. I gravitate towards these types of writings — journalistic, autobiographical, personally poetic, expressions of experiences and emotions — or true experiences under the guise of fiction. What KT does is express some thing. Therefore, the scraps that follow are for sharing. I’m gonna keep a ‘journal’ of well, whatever’s going on. Whatever I feel like. It’s another place I can put things that need to get out of my head. If no one reads this, that’s fine with me. I’m trying to become a better writer. It’s my dime. There’s a 93.65% chance that I will not retain what’s been written. I write and move on. It could very well be a bunch of shit, and if your shit-acceptance meter is low, stop here; don’t waste brain space. Otherwise, if you have enough time on your hands, read away. Cotton candy in the head is subjective and the instigations in my head could be superfluous. These entries could be one word to 2000………p&l, fd

I am so grateful that the story of the observer from Trickster all the way up to The Invisible Plan has been so interconnected. I was going through photos and organizing them and came across this photo of wildflowers from Zerospace:

Photographer Matthew Welch did the shoot with scenes of nature projected onto me (trees, rocks, leaves, sky, etc.) to symbolize finding the balance between us and nature. (Zer0space was about finding balance). That seed was planted. Enter The Invisible Plan, where things are taken into action, and the album artwork you can plant to grow wildflowers. Some (ok, actually many!) have called me a sentimental person. When stuff rocks itself out like this, it makes me go, “hmm, big ups to unplanned shit workin out!”

This is part of The Invisible Plan.
p+l fd

This song came about when I heard the initial groove that Bruce was working on. It had been awhile since we had worked on something groovy, and we really dug into it. The groove was very easy to dance around with the verse melody, and it brought a confidence and sensual nature out.

Every album I think we do something that strikes more of a sensual/sexual chord, from s+m (a love song), k, to spank to lick u clean. F2theF definitely falls into that category–but as all of them, have other psychological meanings. To me, F2theF also has a feeling of getting into someone’s mind.

F2theF

Your soldiers all in play

You’re looking motivated

I’m doing things that are not me

You wanna freak to the funk and then funk with me

Smooth an so cool

Breaking my rules

It can be anything you could want it to be

Spinning on a planet cloud

Can’t see a thing but I feel the sound

Of the low and down pounding beat

Freak to the funk and then funk with me

My favorite place to be

Out of a dream, and into the scene

Take a wet bite out of me

Freak to the funk and then funk with me

Smooth an so cool

Breaking my rules

Anything you want, freak it to the funk

It’s a low and down undercover

Come down

Low and down undercover

How did I get to this place

You’re looking motivated

And I’m not me

(F2theF and then F with me)

You’re soldiers all in play

You’re so motivated

And I’m not me

I’m not me.

Here it comes…

So excited you guys will be able to hear the new songs and the prelude to our next full length on TUESDAY.

I love how everything has come together.  The Invisible Plan is about living your life so that things find you, using your strong internal powers to affect the world.  You can plant the entire CD sleeve in the ground and grow wildflowers. I love the correlation that a seed is invisible in the ground but has an innate power to push through the dirt and become something beautiful. The poster, which was done by Justin Hampton, has me in “Tree Pose” (the symbolism of roots being deep in the ground providing nourishment for all that you see above ground) with a Third Eye (the Invisible eye) and it changes between dark and light.  What is cool about the poster is Justin and I never talked about it, and this is what he came up with. Everything is intertwined.

It’s pretty cool when people come together in a creative setting and pull off of the creative energies with the result making perfect sense.

I hope you will enjoy The Invisible Plan.  We have so much more in store.

p+l and thank you

fd

The limited edition poster by artist Justin Hampton for purchasers of the Thieves Gold pack. Each poster is silk-screened, numbered and signed by the band. They also glow in the dark – check it:

“Lights On”

“Lights Off”

Get yours now before next Tuesday.

A hobby of mine has always been unconscious/subconscious, man and his symbols, personal myths and psychology—the things that drive us on a primal level, that on some level we know, or choose to not know about.

I read a book during the time Bruce and I met about how all alphabets are linked intrinsically, through their vibration, meaning; that we all vibrationally come up with the same things, but are just a result of our physical existence/demographic. It was another thing that made me realize, for lack of sounding trite, we are all One.

The K and the T, playing around, and noticed that I could get a few symbols out of it: a greater than sign (>), less than sign (<) and an equal sign (=), as well as Pi (π) all enclosed in a circle (unity). Translate: Everything greater than and less than makes an equal balance, Unity is around and inside the Circle of Life. We are ALL EQUAL.

For me, the symbol took the focus away from the “band” and made it about something else. Bruce and I do what we do, but in the Love of music, ultimately is not about ego/us. It is about inspiring, expiring, sharing and giving. We are just the shells of which this passes through.

Now, if you don’t care about this shit, and you think the KT logo is just cool to look at, that’s fine with me too. As you know, we do get into the deep, but we also can turn it all around, be decadent, and just rock/feel good for the sake of it!

p+l

fd

Now that we have our special orders up for The Invisible Plan, I can talk about how we have made every aspect of this EP release a part of the meaning of this story, the prelude to our next full-length.

There is power and change in the hidden.

When a seed is in the dirt, you cannot see it above ground, but it has a natural determination to come above ground and yield something new. I found a correlation between this and Trypt0fanatic ~ bringing the Dreamworld into Waking Life.

Plant the seed. Grow wild.

“Underground. Let’s take them down.”

“When the magic comes, they’ll say ‘I knew it all along.’”

This is part of The Invisible Plan.

p+l

fd

Kidneythieves will be guests on SuicideGirls Radio this Sunday night, September 25th from 10pm – Midnight (PST) to discuss their new EP The Invisible Plan. You can listen in live on Indie1031.com and can ask Free and Bruce questions + chat live on air by dialing the studio hotline digits on Sunday between 10pm and Midnight PST: 877-900-1031

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