Not too long ago, I got cursed by ghost dogs in a haunted house in upstate New York. Disoriented from the effects of the curse, I tripped and fell into a then never-ending seeming abyss of pure darkness. From within the void, I called to my friends. One of them told me of a spell from their grandmother and pulled me out with a rope made of purple and gold. So I took a dried chili pepper that I bought at the grocery store, set it on fire and circled its smoke clockwise seven times, and crossed the threshold. Then I consulted the oracle for the location of a cow. I found her at Seldom Rest Farms. I fed to Curse Breaker a half a loaf of Martin’s Potato Bread. That broke the curse. The ghost dogs and I were then free to move on. 

Momma come, get these guns
Bury them far away from the sun
I’ve got to go and find my way
When I’ve found
Another sound
Pick it and I come around
I’ll come back from that lost highway

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Khubla Khan, what is this
Isn’t Xanadu still your bliss
Or did it die in last year’s freeze
In a crowd, all alone
I fell well outside my zone
And hid somewhere in the trees

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Every single little universe
Could bounce back then and finally burst
Better for being or none the worse
What’s the matter
Every single little universe
Could bounce back then and finally burst
Better for being or none the worse
What’s the matter

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house
All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane 
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Dialogues Concerning the Mojo of Jason Matu

Ghost Dogs Of The Haunted House

No Direction

Volume 1

Know Thyself (Analog Mix)

I Don't Know When (Analog Mix)

Vol.1

Riding the Bronco (Analog Mix)

Hit It (Analog Mix)

Demos of songs that didn't make the cut for whatever we were working on at the time, plus an early demo of Wide-Angle Eyes, because of how radically it changed. 

In the Dark Everything Looks the Same (Demo)

The one and only folk singing lawyer of Bushwick from the Enchanted Mountains of western New York, who learned the craft in the Ohio River Valley and the Bluegrass Plateau.