Upon awakening this morning, not ten minutes ago, and during the process of my morning pee pee, I devised a new series for this journal ( Read more... )

Did you know that Davy Crockett had three ears?
Yes, THREE EARS!
A left ear, a right ear, and a wild frontier.

So, I got the job ( Read more... )

Since my last entry was about Crooked Fingers, I'll start this one off with Eric Bachmann. I scheduled an interview with him for last Thursday, to do a short writeup before their show in Lawrence in a couple of weeks. Shortly after I scheduled that interview, my editor called me into her office and, to make a very long story short, asked if I would ( Read more... )

I would change for you, baby, but that doesn't mean I'll be a better man.

Allow me to introduce you to Crooked Fingers. Reach for your headphones and listen to streaming tracks. The absolutely melting "Sleep All Summer" may be the best song released so far this year. But as I listen to the others, my melted soul continues to spread out lovingly ( Read more... )

Slightly less chuffed with self, our hero returns ( Read more... )

I failed to achieve total boredom last night, but at times I did catch the fleeting impression that beneath all the merriment and energy of the crowd, my old friend lurked in the swallowing depths, waiting for sailors to tumble over the side and into the warm, black water ( Read more... )

Old friend Bean posed the question of whether contendedness with boredom counts as actual boredom. This seems to presuppose that boredom is unpleasant and contentedness pleasant -- one of those linguistic bad/good whatsits that the postmoderns and feminists so reviled. I have nothing insightful to say about that, for I'm neither postmodern nor ( Read more... )

Make sure no one is around before you continue reading. If your aged parents or grandparents are in the room, ask them to leave at once. If they will not leave, then begin emitting a high-pitched shriek, pausing for breath only as needed, then resuming. If that does not provide the needed incentive for them to leave, then remove all your clothing. ( Read more... )

M.I.A. is power cool. I loving the way she music and dancing.

I don't think many of our comrades in Udo survived the making of this video. Except perhaps the accordion player, who spit into the air most of the vodka that Joe Pesci(chenko) poured into his mouth.