Another day…

Another doll hair.

The messier the better, unless it’s not.

Just as occurred on Wednesday, I found myself spread pretty thin in other tasks aside from writing a proper post for today, but I’ll reach deep into my magic hat and see if I can’t wring out something worthwhile.

Besides napping, and wandering around my house looking for a clean pair of underpants, I spent a fair portion of my recent free time going to fetch the latest order of AHTBM shirts of the month;


I lugged them all over hill and dale before finally returning home and getting 99% of them bagged up and shipped off.

Before all of that however, as I said previously, I made my way to the bar where I had drinks with both of my friends;

Afterwords, I stumbled over to Mission Workshop to meet up with Bernie McGinn where we got to reinstalling his extensive collection of photos on their wall;




The show will be up for the month, and we’re planning on having a closing party there at some point come December along with a slideshow and perhaps a talk by the man himself. Certainly I will notify any and all who are interested via these channels as soon as I have details.

In the meantime however, should you find yourself in that particular neck of the woods, please feel free to stop in and take a gander for yourself.

If I do say so, we did another bang-up job of presenting the collection, and I’m proud as punch to be a part.

Some folks might wonder what I get out of doing these shows, and the short answer is nothing but the satisfaction of helping to maintain some semblance of art and culture in the ever-increasingly bland landscape that is the Bay Area. It might not matter to most, but it’s for those who do that I will continue this fight until I have none left to give.

I suppose with all of that being said, we can now gracefully transition into the latest episode of Jeff Grosso’s ‘Love Letters’, in which he details a thing I’ve long been enamored with, and one that those of us who have been paying close attention to have been eagerly anticipating;

Blazing wheels and barking trucks forever.

Moving on to other matters, and different excuses- Another thing in which I engaged yesterday aside from AHTBM related work is overseeing the big old tree in front of my house as it got a haircut. Lucky for me, my old buddy Drew is a master tree trimmer, so he and his crew got busy dangling from limbs as they gave my big barked buddy a little once over to keep it happy.

Among his many talents, Drew also happens to be one hell of a crackerjack dirt bike rider to boot, so as his team finished cleaning up the gigantic pile of branches, we skedaddled to points beyond, and got a bit of dirt in our teeth;


Suffice (it) to say, as the white stuff has already begun to fall on points east, we weren’t upset with the prospect of emerging from the woods to find this;

And not a thing about it sucked.

Also, speaking of skinny tired dirt bicycles, it’s come to my attention that DPow! and Jason Britton, (who for the sake of constancy we’ll just call JBri!) have joined forces for the upcoming SSCXWC, and are hosting themselves a little get together, the details for which Jason has expressed like so;

Face melting, steel bending, bowel shaking, eye popping madness. Come get loaded with us and a couple hundred of your best friends on December 3rd at the World Famous Kenton Club.

Oly on special all night. High fives are free.

So then, if you have any- Tell your friends.

Finally, I will leave you with a musical submission and a contact from Chad;

Stevil-

I was the guy who told you about Cinemechanica.

These guys are also from Athens, GA. Gene, the singer, is a friend and fellow sound monkey. He’s been working on this band for a long time and I think he’s gotten it right about where he wants it. Live is always better but the sound on this new record is pretty damn fine.

Have a listen to that and do the things you do after listening to a song.

Chad

Typically the thing I do after listening to a song of that caliber is evacuate my bowels, punch a mirror, and if time allows, comb my hair.