i was thinking that maybe if i closed my eyes hard enough at your airport i could regain all the sleep i missed out on this week.
we all know now that a show at reed means a test of patience.
mic failure. more then once. during the show. and who needs monitors?!?!
best coast. the most patient band i’ve seen yet.
yes. mic failure here.
and here.
mean jeans
i was daydreaming the other day that we went on a roadtrip. we did a lot of wondering with your gigantic equipment. you were jealous my camera could just hang around my neck. i was jealous you were timothy o’sullivan. we made a pretty rad duo.
my how some things never change.
William Mortensen, Human Relations - 1932
“Hatred is frequently the emotion that lies behind grotesque art… These were the days when stocks were stopping dividends, when lives of thrift and industry were being wiped out by the foreclosing of mortgages and the closing of banks, when Japan was carving herself a large slice of China. Everywhere there was the spirit of ‘Take what you can, and to hell with your neighbor.’ Those who were strong seemed to be, in sheer wantonness, gouging the eyes of humanity.” — Mortensen