Gerald Prokop

What better way to test out a new band then to put together a basement show?  We’re now a trio, with me, Sarah, and our new drummer Chris Pappas.  We played at Fort Awesome, which is Chris’s house.  The tap on the keg stopped working, and of course it was cold out.  We followed the […]

One of those songs where I pretty much get all of the music down before I finish the lyrics. But that’s what I love about recording to a computer. You can work backwards if you want. You had nothing to do, I had nothing to say I had nothing on you when you took it […]

I’ve been going through new recordings and polishing up what I have so I can work on them.  I just finished up the lyrics to this one–probably my newest song and the only one so far not written on guitar.  It only has a piano and dance-type drum machine beat right now.  I started writing […]

Identity and time.  I wrote this a long time ago, and then ditched it.  I like it again. this is in my head I can feel it in my sleep it’s all that I am and all I ever need on the day that I was born millions did the same 10,000 days have passed […]

the empty space behind my face you wandered through guess it wasn’t for you fill my head with darkness instead forfeit my chances as a part of this romantic comedy scripted out bullshit scene pursuit of happiness it’s not meant for me

I sent out some photocopy art as a new mail art project, but I was limited by the number of stickers I had: When I worked at the Target HQ, they had these stickers in the bike storage room that said “I Biked,” to promote biking to work. I took a small strip of them, […]

I’m sending my raccoon to Japan to get in on a brain cell.

The clear animal stickers are now part of a mail art project, being sent two at a time (one affixed to a clear CD like you get when you buy CDRs, the other ready to be stuck anywhere), raccoons and rabbits, in reused and collaged Netflix envelopes to mail art participants: