Our New EP Is Done. Get It Here Now.

Get our new EP here:






If you "Download Album" it comes as a ZIP file. If you don't know what that is, you can download each song at a time. Or you can just listen online.



Or if you pester me, I will burn you a copy and mail it to you. We are not printing a batch of CD's just yet.



It is pay what you want. Put in $0. Put in $1,000,000. It don't matter to me as long as you get it...



And send the link to anyone that you think might like this distinct brand of the chaos and the rhythm and the wonder and the ecstasy and the triumphs and the trials and the tales of the blues.



I am playing a 25 minute set tomorrow night at the Cinema Bar. Just me and Jonny Niemann. 9pm. Free



Halloween at O'Brien's. Free Party.


Now it's time for me to Get Up Get Out & Get Gone. I hope that you do the same. And I mean that in the nicest possible way of course.


Have a wonderful weekend,


Chesterfield

And Our 2nd Album White Man's Curse. Free Super High Res Download!

Since our new EP is coming out soon...

Remember our first album. 2005 baby. I just re-pimped it out with it's own new home. Super high resolution free download. Enjoy!

Yet more fan mail.

"There's A Place"

I got this message on Myspace about the song "There's A Place" which I've posted for your listening/injustice seeking pleasure.

what is it about?
[Name withheld]
9/11/2009 10:21 PM
To: Paul Chesne

Just curious. i dont listen to lyrics as much as I listen to guitar licks but I had a few questions.

"It's not about Jesus, It's not about money" that could refer to Charlatan preachers but why not aim the daggers towards Charalatan preachers , not an intire faith of people. If you said something against Muslims it would be ethnic hatred.

Here is my response:

I appreciate your interest in my song. If you think this song is about aiming daggers at an entire faith of people that could be construed as ethnic hatred, perhaps you should listen to something more bland. There's plenty of that to go around. Every religion wants your money. I use Jesus as a synecdoche for all religions. Could just as easily have said Buddha, Muhammad, Moses. It's a love song for a girl. She and I can be poor in the dirty city streets, but something bigger can make us happy. For me it ain't Jesus. It ain't money. I wish you the best if either of those things are what make you happy. I am not here to preach. I don't believe in any god. I have enough trouble believing in myself. I live and let live. Best of luck to you [name withheld].

Here are the lyrics:
There’s A Place I’d Like To Show You
It’s somewhere not too far
You got to keep your head up
Stop shufflin’ your feet
It’s not about Jesus
I don’t want your money

There’s A Place I’d Like To Show You
Gnarled up piece of paper on the ground
Throw away your Starbucks
Ignore that bum over there
And the one over here
Singin’ you this song

Right here in the filth
In the middle of the city
Where everyone is busy
And the cactus paints the shadows on the rise

Put the safety on your gun
Give away your drugs
Get peaceful in your mind
Open up your eyes
Either that or close ‘em tight
Gimme all your love

Your love can make me cum
And I can give you some
Put your hand in my cookie jar
What are we fighting for
It’s not about Jesus
I don’t want your money

My New Favorite Song.

"You Can't Have Your Kate & Edith Too" by the Statler Brothers

My New Business Card

Some douche left his business card on the table at a bar I was at the other night.

The waitress left her pen.

So I decided to turn his business card into my new business card...

Please watch as a slideshow. It's like a flip book or a cartoon.

My New Business Card

Candy Cane Cotton Candy

She was the runt of the litter.

I wasn't there when my family drove an hour out of LA to the ramshackle Toy Poodle puppy mill to pick out a dog. But I heard that all the other brothers and sisters eagerly came running up and jumping on them. Rambunctious and cute. One of the little ragamuffins, however, just stayed in the back of the pen all quiet. My 6 year old sister at the time, Brooke (who has since graduated from college!), ran over to her and picked that one up.

She named her Candy Cane Cotton Candy.

Candy could do impressions. She did the Taco Bell Chihuahua perfectly. "Yo quiero Taco Bell?" and "Viva Gorpita."

That was the first evidence of her genius.

We gave her treats when she would growl & complain if she fell asleep on your lap and you had to get up to pee or something. Like "Can't you see I'm sleeping here. You're a bed. I'm asleep. No peeing or otherwise interrupting my slumbers. Jeez people. A little respect."

Any time we would play fight she would be on my side and bite Brooke even though she slept in Brooke's bed every night. I am bigger than my sister, she's 11 years younger than me, but without Candy's protective services I would have surely been abused.

When I went to UCLA, I lived at home. Candy and I would read for 10 hours a day. She was incredibly well read. She actually read the entirety "The Grapes Of Wrath" in 6 hours and got a 97% on her essay. After graduating from UCLA, she continued to read the newspaper everyday and was well versed on a wide range of topics. A friend of mine who just met her a few weeks ago, told me a couple days ago that they chatted about French poetry and Marxism and that they agreed on many points. I never studied that stuff yet so she must have continued her studies independently as well, once I moved out of the house.

The impressions and the degree from UCLA were one thing, but her real talent was the art of cuddling. She was the Yoda of cuddling. It is not hyperbole to say that she was One Of The Greatest Cuddlers Of All Time.

She was my friend, my confidante, my soul mate.

Farewell to our Lamb Chop. Our Tiny Poodle. Q-Tip.

Spoiled to death for 15 years straight.

Wherever she went just got a whole lot cozier.

Look for little clouds of cuddlement. And you will see her.