Vox- “Pope” John Paul Allison (10/24/1984 - 4/15/2011) R.I.P.
“Pauly Creep-O” - All musical instruments on all tracks but “Fell in love with a girl” (Pope Solo) and “Wishing well”.
Mike Whitley - Piano on “Wishing Well” and “Pope's Story”. Singing bowl on “Death Parade”.
In the Summer of 2010 the singer for the musical improv group “Derelict Monroe”; “Pope” John Paul Allison would have recorded what would have been the closest thing to an actual music album before his sudden death would acure.
Pope was a professional concert lighting engineer. Working with such bands as the Flaming Lips, Against Me!, The shiny toy guns, the alkaline Trio, all American rejects, Danzig, Marilyn Manson, NIN, clutch, and hot water music just to name a few. Most of these bands were in attendance at his funeral.
Flying in and out of town every few months or so, Pope would come back home from the road to Oklahoma City where he would suddenly pick back up his band “Derelict Monroe” which for 11 years since Pauly Creep-O was still in high school the guys would get stoned and play music together. Not having a whole lot of time to hangout they would just smoke bowls and drink while recording their improv sessions. Everything about this band is totally dedecated to the ideas of letting those random ideas happen and to make sure it's recorded. Smoke up, then press record and see what happens.
Pauly Creep-O on Guitar and Pope Singing random free stylings was Derelict Monroe. They played one show at The Blue Note in Oklahoma City which lasted for three hours and was totally improv and planned the day of. All other recordings were stolen including the video of the only live show.
These few recordings from the end of 11 years of random improv sessions (on a multitude of drugs) where the last of the recordings. Sadly only a few other recordings have surfaced.
Pope was a brilliant poet.
The world couldn't handle it.
Pope and Pauly were like brothers.
Best Friends torn apart in the end because of hatful women, drugs, self loathing, and evil spirits.
Too much whiskey and too much dope.
The devil visits me at night and he dresses like Pope.
Ripping through the carpet, tearing at the seems.
Lobo Cristo devoured his flock.
Carved em' up like the bread of God.
reeking of foul ruin he crawled from pits of stagnant void.
That hole in the Bible Belt.
Rotting to the bone.
He touched my chest and my heart twisted with fire.
Constricting my heart to the point of black out.
Panicing.
He pressed his dead and decaying face up to mine and said “I get the last laugh”...
and then I passed out.
He's haunted me ever since that day.
It's maddness.
That was the day after his burial.
The day after my first performance as a solo singer/song writer.
That performance was opening up for Pope's funeral.
The first time I've ever sang and played the guitar at the same time in front of people. Before that it was always Pope who sang.
My name is Pauly Creep-O and I channel some rather severe energies into my music.
It has kept me from killing other people and it has kept me from killing myself.
