Crash Worship

September 24, 2011 by

Live in New Orleans, 1993


Dream Weaver

September 13, 2011 by

Just a moment ago, while doing the dishes, standing at the sink, knees locked, toes scrunched against the wet tiled floor, I began to hum and old ditty. You know, that song that takes you in and out of euphoria as it transitions  from the catchiest, most delicous chorus (and I mean that with about 67% sarcasm), to a verse consisting of etherial, synthed-out, milk-dud rock absurdity… That’s Wright, Gary’s “Dreamweaver”. And as I stood there, softening my gaze, gently swaying my hips in unison with the sudsing of my fine-china, and by fine-china I mean a made in china polytetrafluoroethylene coated cooking pan, I began to wonder just how absurd a live performance of Dream Weaver really is. Well, here it is. Thoughts?

Libba and her Cotten Picking.

July 21, 2011 by

I’m not playing the race card… that’s actually the name of her picking style.

Oh Lord, this is good!

That’s Watts Up

July 7, 2011 by

Beeeg Pun… This guy Reggie Watts is fantastic.

Decent Date

June 10, 2011 by

Proper education, great forehead, and a whole slew of relatable interests… I’m down.

Oasis Inspired Imagery

June 8, 2011 by

Driving in our van to Boston under the summer sun, Blake puts on a mix through the worst sound system known to man thanks to some Guido auto-dude in Bushwick.

Anyhow, Blake chooses to play “Columbia” by Oasis, naming it as one of his top twenty favorite tracks of all time… He also goes on to explain that it’s an especially memorable track because the imagery it conjures up is that of George Michael slowly lathering his body with sun tan lotion on a sun-bleached beach. For one reason or another, this made complete sense to me, although other imagery began to appear in my mind as well.

Instead, I envisioned Eddie Murphy Arguing in the action figure department of FAO Shwarz, toy in hand, spliced with circling aerial shots of that enormous teddy bear in the big room, circa 94’.

So, I invite you to listen to “Columbia” and insert yr own creative and genuine idea for what would be a “fitting” video. Submit yr idea in response to this post by June 14th and first place winner gets lathered with STL by Mr. B himself, along with a homemade bar of raw organic chocolate (made by drummer.)

Helplessness Blues

May 5, 2011 by

The new Fleet Foxes album is fantastic. These guys are old souls, I tell ya.

As a band, we went to go see them in a packed house at Webster Hall a little while back. Hauntingly beautiful harmonies and uncanny musicianship, I was mesmerized to say the least.

Robin, lead dude, tends to tune his guitar til it’s just right, allowing for long moments of silence. As I was enjoying the space, still feeling the residual effects of the previous song, all of the sudden, from up on the balcony, I hear a VERY familiar voice yell, at an abrasively audible volume, “REN and STIMPY!!!”

My chills, epiphanies, and inspirations were immediately replaced with uncontrollable laughter, convulsions, and tears. For some reason, Blake screaming the name of these two cartoon characters that had little impact on our lives, to a crowd of three thousand absorbed and silent Fleet Foxes fans, will forever be embedded in my memory as the highlight of the show.

The Boss

May 3, 2011 by

The Story of Stuff

April 28, 2011 by

Early on in the Brooklyn years, Calvin helped a friend move in with the added hands of the landlord’s relative. The guy looked A LOT like Bill Murray in Caddy Shack, only older, more disgruntled, and giving off a strong indication of mental simplicity. As he helped carry an average amount of boxes, he explained, “You guys got alotta duff.” What he meant to say was stuff, and yes, he made quite an accurate observation.

As this tall tale was told to me, I couldn’t help but wonder where all the “duff” comes from… here’s the story…

Merry Mas!

December 25, 2010 by

This is what God expects from each and everyone of us (by God I mean ConEd.)