Feb 20, 2005 12:56
"Crescent carnival cut out reindeer, shoppin in the dark with a sponge in his hand. The lexus outside spewing out potatoes chucks sand from behind torrid turbine screeches. Digs farther away, runs toward the white encasement of the car. The 4our saints jettison off in black virsachi Italian suits, mod style 60's hair covered in 10 gallon hats, dragging a slew of unwound tapes via the ends of magnetic film. As the car takes off, thirty two cassettes hop and skip over the chewed up asphalt. Once jettisoning, once a tape is taut to the wind and bouncing spastically along the air and wind. 4 saints land plop in the middle of a bombing raid in east bagdhad. Insurgents and flankers passed east, artillerymen run north, strafing and unloading their guns relentlessly at an old abandoned junkyard."
Thats Tombos genius right there. I just had to let it out to the public. The wonders of chemicals.
Last night was great, Axis kicked ass. The Slackers and the Super Specs were also pretty wicked. I met some awesome people there, and realized ska is better than I gave it credit for.
I cant wait for the Medeski, Martin & Wood show on Monday. Thats gunna be groovy. Im really addicted to jazz. Like punk rock, its ultimate freedom of sound and soul.
Anyways, off to breakfast.
P.S. Jourdan is snazzy.
P.S.S Tom and I are the fucking awesome keyboard players. No doubt about it. We rock the Casio like no other. Heheh. Ask Andrew, Im sure he will vouch for us. ;)