Year: 2005

  • The New Yorker? Or The New Yorker?

    Sometimes, while I’m reading the New Yorker, I get confused. I don’t get confused by the editorials. Nor do I get confused by the interviews. It’s those damn reviews that throw me off sometimes. I’ll be reading something, perhaps it’s a review of a new TV show or movie, and I know how he or…

  • Toby Joe over at 50 mm

    Check out this image of George over at 50 mm. Toby Joe is the greatest. :] But I am biased.

  • The Freckles

    Toby and I have decided to start playing music together. Toby Joe is on the prowl for a new resonator. He likes this one. He also likes sevearl found over at Liberty Guitars. And then he wants to learn how to play it properly. And by “properly”, I mean stuff like notes and chords and…

  • Flickr Pictures

    I took some photos this weekend. I used my Pentax. To see more click the photo below click here.

  • Happy Blog Birthday, Missy!

    Missy turned 5 years old! Wish her a happy five. In 13 years she’ll be legal. Ahhhhh lucky 13.

  • Another Song

    At one point during the evening, John Darniell began joking about the bassist, who was dressed as a reaper or the “Black Face of the Void” as John put it. He looked pretty creepy. John Darniell did the pretty funny bit leading up to to song Dinu Lipatti’s Bones. You can also hear Toby Joe…

  • Music, Man. Music.

    I uploaded a song from last night. They opened with Going to Georgia. (4.8 MGS). You’ll hear some of us folks talking at the beginning. A little background: John Darniell was dressed up as a priest for Halloween. I also took the liberty of uploading Dance Music. They’re both great songs. Please note: I didn’t…

  • Updates on Random

    The Mountain Goats show was amazing. I haven’t been to a show that special in quite some time. I decided last night that The Knitting Factory is where I want to see all future shows. What a most excellent adult swim. It was nothing like the MMJ show. It’s early and I have to leave…

  • I Hope That Our Few Remaining Friends Give Up On Trying To Save Us.

    Tonight, Toby Joe and I are off to see The Mountain Goats at The Knitting Factory. Toby Joe suggested that for Halloween and go to the show dressed as John Darniell’s stepfather. You know, carry empty bottles of booze around, wear a wife-beater underneath a terry cloth robe, threaten to beat the hell out of…

  • This Triteness, Too, Will Pass

    Every now and again, I am overcome by fits of inspiration. And if I don’t have somewhere to put them, they almost immediately turn into packets of anxiety. It’s what I imagine blue balls might feel like if there was such a thing and it wasn’t a term actually made up to make girls feel…