HUMOR RISK NEW ALBUM ON DOMINO RECORDS 2011 FEAT. THE SONG THE SAME THING. HUMOR RISK IS AN ATTEMPT AT LAUGHTER INSTEAD OF CONFUSION, CHAOS INSTEAD OF MORALITY, OR, AS FELLOW NORTHERN CALIFORNIAN JACK LONDON PUT IT: “I WOULD RATHER BE ASHES THAN DUST!” THIS FOLLOWS APRIL’S WIT’S END WHICH FEATURED THE SONG COUNTY LINE AT WIT’S END GOING DEEPER INTO THE CATACOMBS, A WORLD OF DARKNESS AND TOTAL FEELING.

FROM CM’S SCREENPLAY: I AM THE OUTFLOW OF THE PRIMEVAL FLOOD, HE WHO EMERGED FROM THE WATERS. I AM THE PROVIDER OF ATTRIBUTES, SERPENT WITH ITS MAN-COILS. I AM THE SCRIBE OF THE DIVINE BOOK THAT SAYS WHAT HAS BEEN AND AFFECTS WHAT HAS YET TO BE. I EXTENDED EVERYWHERE, IN ACCORDANCE WITH WHAT HAS COME INTO EXISTANCE. I BENT RIGHT ROUND MYSELF, I WAS ENCIRCLED IN MY COILS, ONE WHO MADE A PLACE FOR HIMSELF IN THE MIDST OF HIS COILS. HIS UTTERANCE WAS WHAT COME FORTH FROM HIS OWN MOUTH. I WAS HE WHO CAME INTO EXISTANCE AS A CIRCLE, HE WHO WAS THE DWELLER IN THE EGG.

THAT WE WOULD BE MOULDED FROM CLAY, HARDENED BY FIRE, BLESSED BY NATURE, ENLIGHTENED BY AN UNCANNY LIKENESS, DRESSED BY ITALIAN FRENCH DESIGNERS AND SENT OUT TO CAUSE HAVOC… ALWAYS TO BE DESTROYED… FLAMES… FLAMES… WE CROWD AROUND A FIRE THINKING IT IS OUR FRIEND, WARMING US SO WE CAN DRINK BEER OUTSIDE IN THE WINTER, HEATING OUR SOUPS AND LIGHTING UP THE NIGHT. HA! FIRE OUR FRIEND! OUR TOOL! HA! ARE THINGS ACTUALLY LIGHTER? HOW HAVE WE NOT LEARNED TO DISTRUST THE FLAME? HOW DO WE NOT LEARN TO EAT OUR FOODS RAW AND TRAVEL FURTHER SOUTH? FLAMES! THE WATER IS BOILING NOW… I HAVE A CHAOTIC HEART BECAUSE I AM COMPELLED TO DESTROY FOR I KNOW I WILL SOON BE DESTROYED. THE COPY IS ALWAYS DESTROYED, ESPECIALLY THE COPY’S COPY.