Monthly Archive for May, 2004
Lori wasn’t duly impressed by one of my projects from yesterday. I figured you guys might appreciate that a man needs to have a flame-job on his lawn mower.
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While checking another favorite blog of mine, I came across this brilliant link to Rodeohead, a bluegrass take-off of Radiohead. Go listen to the mp3 there — it’s fantastic (if you know or like Radiohead).
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Here I am, back again, was lost in the mountains of my family’s home, the great wide west of Colorado. I am a man divided. The city and the country, I’m addicted to both. Near ten thousand feet on a mountaintop, looking out across evergreens and aspens, hummingbirds and hawks and a bald eagle in flight. Arrived back in the humid congestion of NYC last night around the time a young bear found its way onto the deck of my parents house, then ambled off. I love the city, but I wonder where my lost log cabin is. I wonder why I wasn’t born in 1776.
Come ride the Mechanical Bull! Three dollar Budweisers, live country music and a great country jukebox when the bands aren’t playing, peanut shells, pretty ladies, calico dresses and tight blue jeans. (That’s my dream.) Sign the waiver. “Mechanical Bull — Ride at Your Own RISK” Come on in and have a hand-clappin’ knee slappin’ foot stompin’ peanut chompin’ helluva goddam good time! Yip! Yip! Yee-HAW!
That’s what Manhattan needs. That’s what she’s begging for. That’s the Honkey Tonk I want to build. Any backers?
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