COSMIC RHYTHMS FROM THE HEART

05/08/2026

L to R - Rosa Anschütz, Matteo Vallicelli, Rainer, Amy Lee, Moi, Marc Dwyer, Anthony Anzaldo, after the last show of tour in the lobby of the Detroit Foundation Hotel.

It’s 3:33 a.m. Drella, our cat, found almost a year ago with a broken femur, is purring on my lap, just fed, now nestled underneath the pyramid of my legs as I type with the computer on my lap. There’s another street cat, I call him Streetcat, who has been waking me at the window, and I can’t help but hand him food, so all of these alarm clocks are just going off, so I’ll do the same. Ramblin’ On…

I want to thank everyone who came out to the shows over the past few months. I am floored by the support, response, and community, and am so proud of what Heartworm is and is becoming. To be in the presence of my band members, Buzz Kull and Rosa Anschütz, each night, watching them mold each stage into their vision, and the audience respond appropriately, has been deeply rewarding. I think I am in the presence of greatness. Marc / Buzz Kull’s relentless hustle and Rosa’s voice and vision for all time… too thankful to have lived through this, and I guess what I’m saying is I’m really proud to know and help them in any way I possibly can. I just believe in them.

Los Angeles continues to frustrate. Paradise corroding, beautiful sun, demon zombies stalking angels, strollers passing thin-skinned politicians, zip-tied patrol cars, cement-cracked hellhole portal, beautiful sun, dozens arrested in the MacArthur Park fentanyl sting two weeks too late to save him… needless to say, I’m happy if they all burn. Firestorm the fuck outta them.

Would be remiss not to acknowledge the passing of Gregg Foreman, whom I knew of from opening Delta 72 CDs in real time and seeing DJ at various parties, but didn’t meet until New Year’s Eve 2000/2001 in a warehouse at an after-afterparty. I will save that story for another day. Shortly after that, it was proposed that Gregg play second guitar for my newly formed side-project band, Some Girls, which he was into, and I liked the idea of the band being bi-coastal, but unfortunately I was vetoed. I’m still vetoed to this day with that band, on wanting clarity and statements for the music made and sold, a singular and controversial position within the dark hypocritical realms of underground music, so much that even the members who I kind of like have lost me in their sad lackadaisical approach to being poached. This lesson has informed my approach to the artist’s I’m working with… do the opposite. So I’m thankful for the lesson, but enough of this attention to retail… I said I would ramble.

Fast forward ten years to 2011 and Gregg and I reconnect in Los Angeles, both between tours and aimless and looking for the magic. He says I should come to this warehouse on Skid Row one night to see a band he’s playing with called The Meek. I step over bodies outside the entrance, upstream my way in, and he introduces me to Amy Lee, whom he thought I should meet, who sings and plays bass in the band. The crush in blown-out trance Mary Chain drum-machine sonic reverb glory, and the set barely rings out as the fuzz slow-stormtroops the room to kill the party, naturally careless to the overdoses and human trafficking they passed on their way in.

It was the end of July, and in early August I made a plan to visit Amy at her store, and then we did the same thing every other day. To say that he changed my life would be an understatement. I don’t know how I would exist. Rainer would literally not exist. He was a connector. That made him happy. He wasn’t assigned to, or really very loyal to, anyone or anything except the music and that idea. Chan texted and said he was doing great on the very recent Cat Power tour. It is very hard for us to come home. I hope he is there now.

I guess the word is out. First met Gregg in the year 2000 and reconnected when I moved to LA. He introduced me to Amy shortly after and the rest is history. Like others, he bounced in and out of our lives and changed each one he visited. For better or for worse, he lived a life that others only claim to have lived and he was one of one. His love for music was as genuine as the pain he harbored. Wishing you peace Gregg, for all of eternity, heavenly sounds and cosmic rhythms.

The East Coast dates of the tour were not without friction and, as we all know, it only takes one rotten apple to spoil the barrel, and in the mix was a bizarre little apple. So Toronto, I owe you one, and if anyone wants to know what went down, I’m happy to tell you, but I don’t want the poison to be part of the story… so I’m leaving it at that for now. That said, the shows were excellent and I remain humbled by the possibility.

Thanks to my friends I saw on tour who made the days a little more lovely… Linas, Adam Wallacavage, Tad, Nalinee, Jimmy, Lee and Christian in Chicago, John Brannon and Leslie, Frank in Detroit, Pie Pie My Darling, Indy CD and Vinyl…

I plan to spend the weekend reorganizing my life and upping rare items to Grailed and Heartworm so keep checking in. After this I would like to know how to relax.

Records Acquired
- F.U.'s – Kill For Christ 12" (Xclaim! 1982)
- Crass - Christ - The Album... (Crass Records 1982)
- Agnostic Front - Victim In Pain 12" (Combat Core - 1986 reissue)
- Front 242 – No Comment 12" (Wax Trax 1985)
- Front 242 – Official Version 12" (Wax Trax 1987)
- Rosa Anschütz / Tennota - Tornamented Walls (Meakusma 2025)
- Skraps - Bleeding Wounds 7" (Apple Sids Records 1988)
- Non - Pagan Muzak 7" (The Grey Area / Mute 1999)
- V/A Unsafe At Any Speed 7" (Modern Method 1982)

More soon, I hope…