White Kong

Frozen. Witta "oh"-zen. I haven't seen it.

In the Ocean

"You bought those 'cause you wanted to get the entire thing in your mouth, huh?"

                 -Kyle

Buzzards and Parrots

"Hey, Kevin. Come over here. There's someone I want you to meet."

Well-played, Pete. Movie-Nite this Wednesday.



Photo by Juan. They all are, these days.

Cosby.

Well, how close were you two?

"REAL close, 'til the roofies wore off. Then I pulled my tongue out of there, and I left."

Ghost-Peppers.

Live long enough and you're made to eat all the words you've ever spoken. Which is a little bit sad. But mostly it's fucking hilarious.

High Res of the Juan D.

Voodoo Queen. The East Side rises.

Washed In Whiskey Nights

We're all getting older, let's not pretend otherwise. So turn it up, that the sound might make it through the accumulated and waxy build-up. Number one reason for hearing loss is waxy build-up, that's a fact.

Bought this album with Shelley. I walked right past it. She saw it, laughed about his nudie-suit (that's what that's called), and showed me the cover. I doddled, then decided I should take a chance.

Thank the Great Spirits for that.

This shit is amazing, and not in the least bit ironic. But mostly- it's pure to fucking form. Pure to a form that's shrinking into the distance. Pure to a form we've pushed to the edge of a very familiar cliff. Could ask the dodos about that, but...no, we can't. Can't ask George Jones about it anymore, either.

 This album was made in the year 2013. I think that that should be thought on, for a minute or so. That fact has real weight to it.