My name is Brandon and I have nothing going on. I am home from college for the summer and have no job. I am bored. I swim in the river, read, listen to music, make music, and count my change to buy Slurpees. Tribal Stink is my music blog. I write about noise that I like and that you should listen to as well… the noise that, from a distance, sounds like a bunch of kids yelling in the woods, making, well, a Tribal Stink.

I can be contacted at tribalstink@gmail.com for any reason or can be twittered @ twitter.com/tribalstink with shorter messages.

Every youth, using
the crocodile hand, puts
the cigarette in the skeleton, and
the needle on the old rock record.
This no-sound sound,
like a bubble of earwax, popping -
this is what our parents hear
when the blood trickles down
the beads of generations,
hanging from the neck of a tree.