At this point, I no longer know what I know.

Firstly, right from the jump, (and as much as I don’t really care for the term ‘lol’)- lol WHAT?!;

Word on the street was that Kona owes their vendors more money than the company’s actually worth, and I don’t quite know who they’re gonna get to work for them after this whole Kent shitshow/massive round of layoffs, and literally hanging their dealers out to dry, but I do wish Dan and Jake all of the best in this next chapter of their journey, however it develops.

But seriously, lol what.

At least they might finally be able to release that early ’90s mountain bike thing;

Somewhere, John Tomac is smirking.

Moving along- In one week and one half of a week, I’m planting a bunch of dumb flags in Portland, Oregon and having a silly little art party at World Famous Original;

The installation will be up for six weeks, and after that, maybe nowhere ever again.

Catch them before I become your favorite dead artist, or whatever.

I would like to mention that including misspelling ‘Original’ and then butchering ‘two thousand twenty four’, this flyer only took me about one half of a day to complete.

‘Artist’ indeed.

Speaking of favorite dead artists, last week I penned an ode to the late Steve Albini, which if I’m honest, one could pile onto the legions of others. The one that I was really anticipating was the one written by Oxbow’s Eugene Robinson;

I’ve known Eugene for a number of years, but have known of his written work, and musical efforts even longer. His is a searing wit, a broad skillset, and an intimidating physical presence, all of which I’m glad to have (however it exists) in my corner.

I had an idea that his insights would be of value, and I wasn’t let down.

I think Look What You Made Me Do is subscription based, but I signed up for the free version because like most Americans, I’m ever about one medical malady from being homeless.

And in other rock news you can use, Bill Kelliher from Mastodon, and John Garcia from Kyuss/Unida/Slo Burn have a new band;

The article doesn’t say much beyond what I just did, save for the fact that everyone in said project is excited about it, and that they might have something recorded and avalible eventually.

It’s hard hitting journalism to be sure, but at the very least, certainly good news for those of us not suffering from tinnitus and/or a penchant for what rock and roll stylings luminaries like these two could potentially be capable of.

Lastly, as I do every week about this time, I have the new episode of Revolting here for your consideration, which at the time of publishing sounds like such absolute shit, I haven’t listened to it, but if you want to brave it, go nuts;

I spent almost four hours yesterday trying to troubleshoot whatever caused the issues, leaving me nowhere closer to an answer than when I started. If there is one thing I enjoy, it’s wasting time with nothing answers in a nowhere land.

I used to know some things about stuff, but obviously that train’s left the station.

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2 Responses to “At this point, I no longer know what I know.”

  1. RB May 22, 2024 at 10:29 am #

    I listened episode 128 last night and then this morning I see that one of the bands at the Boulder Creek Festival this weekend is Steely Dead, “a fusion of Steely Dan and the Grateful Dead”. Twice as much to hate on one stage!

  2. Loren May 23, 2024 at 7:23 pm #

    Word on the street is that the journey to get the answers is what it’s actually all about.