a recent discovery:
i have added to my lengthy list of feminized traits – my affinity for fancy hair and skin care products, propensity to cry uncontrollably during songs/movies/tv shows/sporting events, love of cold canned beer in a camouflage coozie (that one’s regional), etc. – with shoe shopping online.
browsing, more appropriately, as i’m too poor to actually buy anything, but i’ve got a list of new kicks a mile long. once my ship comes in, it’s gonna be carrying beeswax leather clark’s desert treks, re-issue john mcenroe nike trainers (my favorite sneakers of all time), and fucking adidas rom track shoes in steve zissou colors (a guy on ebay actually makes steve zissou colored sneakers one pair at a time).
in the words of the great alex figuerroa: ‘when i find my feminine side, i’m gonna rub it really hard.’
amen, sister.
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a lot of wayfaring lately.
hunting the elusive jaguar shark.
i will fight it, but i’ll let it live.
but my dogs are barking.
which, i reckon, is why i fancy the new kicks so much.
hmm.
***
whiskey river recently took my mind.
and a little piece of my heart.
fun. nice. life. youth.
beautiful.
coon ass at the bar says to me, ‘man, with the way she run around the bar back ‘ere, man, she outta be skinny as a toof’ pick!’
geno delafose and french rocking boogie on a jet to the promised land …
jacob and hebert and cat
cowboy norway
port of cecilia
sunday drive past your own hall of fame.
with a ring on the side of her nose. wearing other people’s clothes.
this one’s gotta good beat and you can dance to her …
obsession.
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is anybody goin’ to san anton?
man …
this tunnel is a texas mile.
and the circus museum is closed on sundays.
but we sing moonlight and cheap motel curtains and magistrates and dreams.
and always find trouble.
putting a bid in on a house.
jimmy ‘nine ball’ s. on the hustle. seguin, texas. in extra time.
hail, hail, rock-n-roll.
i remember now …
‘man, fuck spike lee. charley pride did more to break down the color barrier in this country than anyone else in history.’ – jimmy sehon. san antonio, texas. june, 2010.
i owned this exact. same. shirt as a kid. i loved it. and i wore it well. and she wears is better.
man.
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Start saving your money… http://www.matadorrecords.com/matablog/2010/06/29/matador-21-in-las-vegas-oct-1-3-let-the-crazy-speculation-begin/
oh my fucking god. 1994 called. it wants to give me my soul back! i burned two cd’s for my friend catherine’s b-day last night. she just turned 40. her high school mix tape was rem and the cure and stone roses and what not. mine was whitesnake, extreme, badlands, sammy hagar, etc. cool chick. anyway, she wanted a pavement and a gbv cd so i burned her crooked rain, crooked rain and bee thousand. they were both released in 1994. ain’t that weird? what a time for music … let’s go!
when do y’all play ginny’s little longhorn?
ha ha … i don’t know! we need to follow up on that one. that was a cool bar. we were going to try to hit it on the way to san antone, but i had limited time and it didn’t work out. plus, i’m not even sure they want us!