Most Unclean

Grimm.

Double-knotted

First, you write it. Then (and during, I'm sure), you learn how to play it really, really well. After that, you give it a name.

Then you dress it up (Star Wars gear, maybe). Then you put some walking shoes on it (Vans, Authentics- double-knotted). Then you pack it a sack lunch (peanut butter and jelly, Doritos, an apple and a Capri Sun). Finally, you walk it to the bus stop, say your goodbyes and release it into the world.

Takes balls. I know my buds do it because for them it is really fun and really rewarding. It's those things for me too, getting to experience their work. But just because they enjoy the shit out of it doesn't mean it is any less brassy.

So, yeah. To my live-ass music-playing friends: Respect and Admiration. You know...for your balls.



Pic by the Bean. Propers when due.

Opiate Oceans

 

Inside buckets of coolant at Rebel Machine. TRIPPY.

From Parts Unknown

We don't pack heat in our place. But who needs a piece when you got three of the most bloodthirsty kitties who ever lived patrolling the perimeter on the 24-7? They've done this at least three or four times now.

Tiiiiiiight.

Zach, thanks for the heads up. I am cracking ribs over Trailer Park Boys. Funniest TV show I have ever seen. Better- to me, don't be offended- than Southpark, Chapelle's Show, Seinfeld; better than everything. I am fully addicted, fully working my way through the show in its entirety on Netflix, and fully fucking scared about what I am supposed to do with my life when I finally run out of episodes.

Last week was a good week, what can I say. And the weekend was even better. I'm in a good place.

 
Stoked. Fucking stoked. BUT- gotta stay grounded. So...crying time, everyone.  

"Lord, I love that woman, but I just can't call her name."

Getting Back Home

It's over, Smalls. FORGET ABOUT IT. Cause it's all fucking downhill after this one.

Kicking.

Get up. Walk it off.

Let Me Run With You Tonight

Man. This is really where it's at. Never gets old.

The song, I mean. The video's kinda shit.

Oops. I just ROFLed.

I was cooking these and it got me thinking about Bobs. So... I think Bob's Burgers is  pretty underrated, as a show. I enjoy that shit.

Sinnamon

Fuuuuck. All I've ever done is talk shit on this band. Every song of theirs I've ever heard on the radio has blown. Buuuuuuuuut this...I like a lot.

Supreme

Get in the fucking van.

Shrines Out of Bubblegum

Maaaan, I thought you knew- Stoop Kid never leaves his stoop.

Done Well

I saw The Cabin in the Woods yesterday with some homies. Walk with me:


I jumped off my seat three times. I never jump in my seat. It's got real suspense and real pop-out moments. When it wants to be, its actually scary.

It pokes fun at itself, and the horror genre on the fucking whole, better than I've EVER SEEN IT DONE. Freaking hilarious, again, when it wants to be.

It IS NOT torture porn, I cannot emphasize this enough. BUT, there was so much bloodletting, in so many impossibly interesting and unique ways, that as it's going on, and for more than a few minutes after, I simply sat there while this great sense of catharsis washed over me. NOT DISGUSTING, but mesmerizing and jaw-dropping- because of the creativity.

And last, no fucking cop-outs in this one. When its over, man, its really O-V-E-R. No survivors and no remorse. That is what true horror is about. Fuck happy endings.

Really, really, reallyreallyreally good. Anybody who hasn't seen it, go see it. But call me first- I'd love to catch it again.

Critters // Boogens

Don't mind if I do, my dude!

                   THIS DUDE'S FUCKED!