I made an adirondack chair out of recycled palette wood.
Also made several "bird hostiles" (bird houses for people who don’t like birds).
WANNA BUY STUFF LIKE THIS? shoot me a message......
the CONTINUING SAGA / ADVENTURES OF RICHARD AND THE WIFE...........
Influences
MOTHER OCEAN!!! A CAMPFIRE AND A CAN OF BEANS!!! AN OLD T.V. AND A 12-GAUGE SHOTGUN OUT IN TH' DESERT!!! KURT VONNEGUT!!! HUNTER S. THOMPSON!!! JACK LONDON, Tom Waits, Johnny Cash, George Carlin, Roy Orbison, SCREAMIN" Jay Hawkins, James Brown, MELVINS, Mr. Bungle, Fantomas, Cure, Ministry, Queens of the Stoneage, P.J. Harvey, Smashing Pumpkins, Interpol, Lead Belly, Mr. Rogers, Grover, Cookie Monster, Oscar the Grouch, Invader ZIM, Aeon FLUX, Ween, etc.....
Sounds Like
a bag of hammers, rabid cats, drunken monkeys, all while sippin 12 year old scotch next to a camp fire.
Transplanted from the deserts of Tucson Arizona....
Crankin' out Post-Apocalypse blues for these pre-Apocalyptic times.....
A soundtrack for that old Cadillac stranded on the dirt roads of a broken, Lynchian dream...
Or a Scotch filled campfire night....
Rik Murray pours out his soul through his vocals, resonator guitar, slide, and a boot on the hardwood floor.
..This profile was edited with some rusty nails, and 12 year old scotch at Bargain Bill's Bazaar ™ V2.555?????..
Dude! When I went to solve the captcha, so's I could leave you that last comment... it took me a moment, to realize, that it read... RIKFUKINMURRAY3isaPEESEpvshit. I was so offended, that I almost didn't post the comment. But... well... it IS my favorite comment, ever.
I would bet that Madoo had something to do with this.
to avoid broken fingers by a horse eating cake from your hand is the gift that keeps on feeding. therefore i am safe to presume no more little mushroom clouds to spout from little plastic holes.
after all, it IS the CAKE that makes the fat-bottom girls ride naked on white bicycles.
see, i did this wicked little hypnotic 3 track thing, some of the best shit i ever did. then it all went to hell and little poofs of circuit board smoke wafted from the microphone hole? any advice?
who or whatever it is thats comin to get me, i've got a good alibi now: i'll just tell em i'm making a film for your soundtrack! i'm speechless. all i can say is... FUCKEENG PHEENOMOMONOL! all you need now is 100000 flashy cereal boxes !!!
Thank you soooo much for the heads up! One of the best shows I've seen in a while. Sweaty, skirt twirlin', hips swirlin, boot stompin' bringin' it on a Monday night desert style. You know your shit. We miss you too! Come wrassle a rattlesnake and make yerself a tumbleweed hairdoo. xoxo M
