if its too loud, you’re too old … the heavenly light of dinosaur jr.
i once asked paco, after he saw dinosaur jr., “what does j. mascis look look like?” paco, always the poet, said, “he looks … he looks … he looks like shit.”
this guy is a good friend of mine. he played with me every week at teddy’s for months. he was drinking absinthe in the front yard of my house last friday until 3 a.m. he just shaved his beard and cut his hair. i made eye contact and stood next to him for five minutes at this show before i recognized who he was. uncanny. nonetheless, chris cleans up pretty well …
transcendent ear bleeding post-guitar-rock twenty years before anyone knew.
this band plays simple songs with long guitar solos.
this band is continually surprising.
fascination in ear plugs.
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eric’s cute house
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mark twain called this building the ugliest building on the mississippi. flatbed honeymoon played in its shadow last sunday.
good gig, all in all. decent crowd. sort of like the festival crowd at the amusement park in spinal tap. but attentive, baby. attentive.
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it was earth day after all …
this alligator reminded me of another earth day i played. darby, you remember? you, me, nate? on that little stage. playing for … wait for it … no one. we played for a few hours. the only love we got was from a guy in an octopus costume (dancing, clapping, happy) until the bus of retards showed up. they LOVED us …
this girl just adopted this dog, “like, two seconds ago!”
this guy wasn’t taking no shit.
alligator on a stick. shark on a stick. cajun fried chicken. cajun friend cajun. cajun fried ribs. meat pies. crawfish pies. cajun friend pickles. cajun fried corn. cajun on a stick. fried on a stick.
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