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it’s summer time. the fish are jumping, baby. had a hoot playing with denton down at the chelsea’s bar on saturday. met some nice folks from nashville who happened to stumble into our sweaty little corner for the night. that’s the best thing about the stumble … it’s unexpected. bergson calls it an example of [...]

white asked me yesterday if i had any pictures of the great christopher sine when he was in town for jazz fest. white likes to keep tabs on christopher sine. i think he’s interested in how much hair chris is retaining. but i could be wrong. anyway, shots from the jazz fest visit (weeks late). [...]

the summer is here. hot. could be a good one. interesting, at the very least. lots of music on the books. played in lake charles last night. lake charles … the enigma of east louisiana. ‘it ain’t cajun,’ says schmitty,’ but it’s not texas, either.’ this is a festival crowd. this hot tub is ice [...]

i was talking to schmitty earlier, and told him that i always thought he’d be the one to take out bin laden. he said, ‘well, kev, i just never got a clean shot …’ on a personal note, i don’t know what i’m going to do with all this looming free time. on top of [...]

making these flatbed posters has inspired a bit of a recent obsession in graphic design that has rivaled similar recent obsessions in hip hop and vegetarian food. these things tend to come in threes … this zest for design (i have no idea what i’m doing) inspired a font download party the other night during [...]

sit down by the window and watch the tornado … i thought a tornado just blew down my street. trees whipping around like they did during the hurricane. intense … i thought me and lefty were leaving kansas. going behind the purple curtain. but so far, we’re still here. but we are under a watch. [...]

like a ma fucka … *** i was having a horrible day the day zach came by to film us. i was sick of mixing the record. sick of writing my exams. sick of everyone. sick of everything. *** i got over it. but … it’s in the track if you look closely.

as howard stern taught us in the film private parts, ‘nothing makes a woman hotter than to be with an award-winning filmmaker.’ we tried to get some of that mojo to rub off on us yesterday by having our buddy zach shoot some web-worthy video content for us. he, along with the great seamstress work [...]

i was finally at home yesterday, sprawled across the isle of a lincoln express bus from the bone student center to midway airport, trying to sleep, listening to tim o’gara’s ‘sticky as tobacco.’ hung over and exhausted and dead eared and full of la bamba combo burrito, i bounced into nirvana. sweet bumpy bus peace [...]