Mental disabilities are fun right? Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Anxiety Disorder? Severe Depression? A shrink put me on some pills once. I think he was trying to help me feel okay, but all that did was make me feel kind of totally horrible--like a robot brain on fire with bees in it. So now I just sing songs about dying and the futility of survival and how much everybody in the whole world is a big, stupid jerk--all for you and your fun, fun friends. It doesn't make me feel that much better in and of itself, but sometimes I kind of bum other people out. So it all kind of balances, you know? Joining me on this leg of the cruise over the dark, stinky abyss is James B., whose sweet country licks and tangy vocal harmonies bring out the true delicious, zesty flavor of my sad, angry, lonely, edible music.
Greetings from the far side of the marsh. Hope all is well in the promised land. I shaved my head again. You can make out my sweet M.P.B. (male-patterned baldness) jb
it's been a minute since the lads of bazooka falcon have shown their ugly mugs, but we are finally out of hibernation n ready to once again play the rock n the roll.
please join us for our smashing independence day blowout at Don Pedro located at 90 Manhattan Ave between Boerum and McKibben St in Brooklyn.
we will be playing with Backdoor Stan, the Marsh Hens, and the Nondenom.
I was so entranced by the colored lights of the Broken Hearts Ball that most of my photos look like they were taken underwater, but these are the best three:
And I listened to the new album last night, and I am quite impressed. And a bit jealous. I've got work to do now.
I am custom-tailoring a plague to wipe out the entire population of New York that did NOT attend my show last Wednesday, so I'm pleased to note that you'll still be around afterwards. Thanks again!
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