Crying 4 Kafka has opened for Bad Religion, briefly toured with the Meat Puppets, composed a musical (The Saint of Fucked Up Karma) with Robin Finck of Nine Inch Nails. C4k has performed in clubs, art galleries, theaters, and warehouses, on top of a water tower and more, from Los Angeles, to Las Vegas, to Vancouver Canada.
Who is the c4k roadie? A friend? Somebody who wanted to help? Is he alone? Would anyone help? Were there objections that had been forgotten? There must have been some. The logic cannot be refuted, but someone who wants to live will not resist it. Where was the judge he’d never seen? Where was the high court he never reached? The roadie raised both hands and spread out all his fingers. But the hands of one of the cowboy’s were laid on the roadie’s throat, while the other pushed the knife deep into his heart and twisted it there, twice. As his eyesight failed, the roadie saw the two cowboys, cheek-by-cheek, close in front of his face, watching the result. “Like a dog!” they said in unison. It was as if the shame of it should outlive him.
But he will rise again. Long live c4k!
Flyers (by Ian Putnam, lead guitar c4k)
Oh God/No God spoken words:
Oh God/No God, Oh God/No God. What’s that supposed to mean? I’m an infidel. Didn’t we sing God is Dead and We Survive? Is this some kinda festering existential crisis?
She revealed the truth…What truth? You know, like, what truth? I’m skeptical of all justifications of truth.
Saving Grace for the race. Saving Grace for the race. Saving Grace for the race. What race? The human race? Faith always arises out of inward looking mysteries. No need for icons or saints. It’s always about an undiscovered logical contradiction.