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sitting in line at a mcdonalds the other night and saw this guy in a chicken suit entering the restaurant. asked the guy taking my money, ‘hey, what’s with the guy in the chicken suit?’ he says, ‘sir, i don’t know nothin’ about that.’ this is lefty the first morning after sleeping on the new [...]

a flood. a roy. a dog with a bone. a bone with a dog. this is what ‘the greatest single moment of my life and i’m not kidding, really, this is the greatest single moment of my life’ looks like. this is jordan in the cane fields shooting. one of these. and some of these. [...]

rainy day, dream away … some good gigging recently. lady of the barge had our virgin gig on thursday at chelsea’s. mellow crowd on a weeknight, but we played pretty well considering we’d only been practicing for a few weeks. eight tunes. felt good. onward and upward. the flatbed honeymoon set went well after, although [...]

i woke up twice today. the second time came around 1:30. or was it 2? i still haven’t changed my alarm clock from daylight savings time (and have even set the alarm factoring that fact in, god help me), so i really don’t know when i got up. is it thursday? whenever it was (or [...]

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 [...]

the show. the road. flatbed honeymoon. lake charles. through swamps and rice fields. through lafayette, dense and confused. through dreamsicle sunsets, black birds, bottlenecks. through dead baby j and backwards wooden bridges, unfound. through great plastic pigs and hound piss ornaments on the move. through breaux bridge inflections and no jew hebert. through pop tarts [...]

hi all. back in black from a fortnight traveling through the barren wasteland known as illinois. actually, it was a lovely trip and even mother nature kept her big yap shut for a change. cold, oh yes, but sunny and still and pleasant enough for this thin-skinned southern boy to endure without too much complaining. [...]

i’ve found myself in a pretty good little band. they’re called flatbed honeymoon. we played our second gig last night at this little listening room called the red dragon. one of those places that is a nonprofit ‘club’ and not a bar. but you can bring in whatever you want. there were about 150 seats [...]