Who's this guy?

A Discordian rap star who balances the world on his hatred of the mundane. He's also a songwriter/rapper/producer/performer/poet type of person who does things, and hopes that you like them or that you dislike them in such a way that it will bring you pleasure.




Been a while! 

I have been very much neglecting my blog.

It’s been a crazy few months…and I’ve had a lot going on. I’ve seen some of y’all there, and others not quite as much. I miss you. Hell, I miss ME. But…as I gear up for the next tour I feel like I have to recap the months since the last time I blogged heavy in November.

You’ll see a significant drop off after the death of my mother. To say I’ve been grieving is an understatement. I threw myself back into my work right away, but I’ve been brutally depressed since then. I cry every day now…but before you call whine-one-one for my wahmbulance, know that HOSPICE SAID IT WAS OKAY! As evidenced in the pamphlet they sent me.


Though I will forget SOMETHING, in the past few months I have:

* Set up and executed a live audio/video recording of the latest TickleBomb Orchestra lineup. For now, we have one old favourite and one new song (improvised the lyrics that night, actually) available for your viewing pleasure. Expect the end result to be even MORE dope.

* Revamped http://www.TickleBombOrchestra.com

* Made it so that http://www.shanehallmusic.com exists to support my solo efforts

* Done a light show for a spoken word artist and a black metal band

* Written a few new tunes, one of which can be found on this here blog. :)

* Played some GREAT shows with Sound in Stone, including a webcast for a Portuguese radio station

* Spent New Year’s Eve singing Type O Negative songs. Hahaha

* Saw B.Dolan’s Church of Love and Ruin shows, which were hosted by Jaime and Sissy DeWolfe

And it’s only fucking FEBRUARY!? 2011…even though there’s a few people missing in my life that I’d really want there, I really like you already.

What’s NEXT?! Oh, just the Break a Branch Off the Crazy Tree and Beat Your Dick to Death With It Tour….THAT’S ALL! :) If you’re interested in dates, either follow that link to the FB event or check below.

I’ll be back to blogging regularly leading up to, and most certainly including, the tour. I have a hunch that I’ll be keeping it weird, so it may be worth checking in from time to time. ;) And please, if you can make any of these shows, it would mean the world to me.

March 10th - Boston, MA @ The Western Front, 343 western ave, Cambridge, Ma | 9PM | $10 | Also performing: Solo Sexx, Seveer, Initials B.R. | For Tix:http://bit.ly/march10th

March 11th - Brooklyn, NY @ The Surreal Estate, 15 Thames St, Brooklyn, NY | $7 | 9PM | also performing: Wellness Exchange, Ellis Ashbrook, People With Teeth, and a very special guest!

March 12th - Pittsburgh, PA @ The Garfield Artworks, 4931 Penn Ave
Pittsburgh, PA 15224 | $5 | 8PM | also performing: Stillborn Identity, fortified pheonix, proseed

March 13th - Ewing, NJ @ The All Call Cafe, 214 Webster Ave, Ewing, NJ | $5 | 8PM | also performing: Raymond Strife, Karma Bat

March 14th - Bereah, OH @ The Breakfast Club, 107 Front Street
Berea, OH 44017-1912 | Donations (or free) | 8PM | also performing: Rhyme And Reason, more tba

March 15th - HW & Shane in Bloomington, IN @ Rachel’s Cafe, 300 E Third St Bloomington, IN | $5 | 8PM | also performing: Anti Swag Fiend Party, more TBA

March 15th - Jesse in Austin, TX @ Flamingos, 515 East 6th Street Austin, TX, | SXSW

March 16th - Springfield, MO @ Lindberg’s, 318 W Commercial St
Springfield, MO 65803 | more info TBA

March 19th - HW & Shane in Austin, TX @ The Metropolis (Jesse in audience), 2200 South Pleasant Valley Road
Austin, TX 78741-4688 | Free99! | also performing: Ceschi, B. Dolan, Prolyphic and a shit ton more!

March 21st - Worcester, MA @ Ralph’s Diner (Dirty Gerund Poetry Show) | 148 Grove St., Worcester, MA | 9PM | FREE

B Dolan: Giving Performers Anxiety since 2011 

This is how I feel about performing after seeing B Dolan’s Church of Love and Ruin shows:


The shows were great, whatever. You know, I’ve been really positive about this sort of thing up until now but I have to say it.


In the new music economy the bar had already been raised higher and higher for performers to make their mark and push folks to get to the shows, cop the product, hug us and put their weird kisses on our batshit crazy faces while they wrap their arms around our shattered and complicated egos. And now you’re going to do this to us?

Man…I thought we were friends. ;)

Just kidding.


I’m easy. Like Sunday morning. My view shortly after... 

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I’m easy. Like Sunday morning. My view shortly after waking up on my couch. Inane? Maybe.

Sibbeh. :) 

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Sibbeh. :)

Sibbeh. :) 

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Sibbeh. :)

An Open Letter to Open Letter writers 

Open Letter writers,

You think you’re coy, don’t you? What is it about taking on easy targets that are extremely unlikely to respond or even care about what you’re saying that appeals to you?

I can understand that you are upset - and I realize that you are entitled to construct any piece of literature that you desire, but there’s nothing that can do any good. Mubarack is not going to step down. The Oscar is not going to your favourite celebrity. The religious right and the communist left are NOT going to bow to your desires.

You do nothing, and for that, I implore you to STOP. Open Letter Writers, this is a plea for you to discontinue your fruitless endeavours. To destroy your online manifestos. To despise yourself the right way.

Good day,
Shane Hall

ihateoldgreg: She wants you to come  

ihateoldgreg: She wants you to come
ShaneHall42: Now you're just playing with me, Greg. Ha
ihateoldgreg: no like
ihateoldgreg: im talking to her
ihateoldgreg: and shes all like
ihateoldgreg: have you called shane hall
ihateoldgreg: hes so dreamy
ShaneHall42: I hate you.
ihateoldgreg: and his reverse axle rose dance
ShaneHall42: In that way that is pure love - I hate you.

An Agnostic Prayer 

If the simplest form
can’t be melted or torn,
will it ever be more than what we know?

If the next winter storm
I can’t keep warm
I will cast my faith into the snow.

And if we take up the cause
will all still be lost?
Or will we finally know some peace?

And if peace really comes,
Won’t we go numb
to what it is we have right here?

Got the Blues? 

Dark was the night, cold was the ground that led me to you. Both of us huddled in a single sleeping bag, knowing this train was supposed to be here almost an hour ago. She fell asleep in it and wouldn’t wake up when it came, but I had to get out of town. Just had to…there was a hellhound on my tail, fixin’ to put me in a cage.

At a crossroad, I reluctantly but resolutely stumbled across the yard and made my ascent and watched her fade into the distant cold as I took cover from the wind. This was it…my last trip across the open country to wherever I’d call my home next, but then I was done. No more smokestack lightnin’, and no more moonshine breakfast to stay warm. And no more lady, sick from the ball and chain of the opium she’d fallen in love with.

See, rollin & tumblin across the open plane across the northern Midwest some weeks before, I had come to realize that baby was born under a bad sign…for sure…devil got my woman, and he was feedin’ her the bad shit.

So I took my chance. And you would’ve, too. When I got into town, I realized that nobody knows you when you’re down and out. Hard times, from door to door, I stepped across town wondering how many more years I’d feel that this life was a cryin’ shame. And cry I did.

I had trouble in mind, but as the song goes - I wouldn’t have trouble always. About a month or so later a kind gentleman from a side of town I’d rarely have seen stepped over to me one day as I was playin’ my guitar on the side of a five and dime. He asked me if I’d ever held a steady job as an entertainer. I looked up and said, “Not yet, kind sir…Let the good times roll”.

A week later, I was off the drink and in the backroom of this gentleman’s laundry house, where he had a blind pig that cats would swarm to like bumble bees. For five long years I played in that speakeasy, and never for a second thought twice about regretting my newfound sobriety.

Then, one day, a very stunning woman stepped in and I was so taken aback I had nothing to do but stop playing.

She had something familiar about her…those green eyes and long black hair, without the gnarls one is gifted from having a cold, hard ground as your home.

Could it be?

It was!

And so it came to be, I was reconnected with my lady from the train yard back east. I was afraid she would ask me why I left her that day, but after many years I finally had to bring it up myself.

“I had to stop breakin’ down…you were the last person that gave two about me, and when you left I’d realized I had to turn it around. Was the lord that brought me here, and I’d be a fool to deny that.”

And the rest of the story, I can’t tell ya, in case there’s children around. But you bet your very everything that I never let that woman leave my side again. Never got caught up in anything, either.

And I’m so glad I left her.

I’d leave her again, too, if I had to…because I love her so deeply.

Now…we just had our seventh son. Happy as a lark and healthy as can be!

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