A Windy Day

in The City of Central (that's what the letterhead sez). Somehow, the leaves were mostly still on the trees, and really popping. My crummy phone cam photos don't even do the aspens above town justice. Y'all on the local wide webs missed out on some pretty trees today. Like Glenn Danzig said, "Anyone who isn't here is an asshole." Something like that, at least. I'm glad that I got to drive up the hill today. I totally trespassed to see WTF that plaque is--it's totally the site of the first masonic joint in Colorado, but you'd never know from my photo:


Note the mirror:

Again, with the mirror:


Gambling town condos means a lot of garbage-density, but horrifically steep concrete "streets"--this one has a "winter use forbidden" sign. I need to take that photo one of these days.

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Now playing: Ross Etherton and the Chariots of Judah - Yellow Crane Tower (4:57)

Some really really weird weird vocals happened on this song. Ross wasn't doing one of his characters, but the final verse is REALLY strange sounding--that's what happens when you record in one take as a whole band (let it bleed). It's an incredible demo, and we'll never re-create it, and y'all'll [that's my brilliant contraction of y'all (you all) and will, BTW] probably never know how strange it sounds, because we can't re-create it (it's an example of studio strangeness).

The Profile Photo Says It Best.

I took that one a few years ago while I was workin' on the railroad. If I recall correctly, that one was taken in Kansas, and a local warned me that we 'shouldn't go down there.' Being the mighty RR consultants that we were, we totally did. Indeed, the road sucked, but not like that Wyoming stuff (there were sketchy hobo camps and people with guns and stuff, though).

Anyhow, I'm signing off for a while. I just don't feel like updating stuff for the summer, really. If there's something monumental, it'll go here, but I have zero expectations, as should you, my readin' people.

A Winter Fucking Wonderland?

One cannot imagine how much I love my job on days like these. Chains tear up my hands, and the fuckeed clutch on the KW meant for a sketched out day. I told dude that I don't like being preached at, and he chilled on the 'jah' jazz. Actually, I like him, but that evangelical Rastafarian crap sucks. I actually used the phrase "get serious, dude," as well as "you've been brain-washed."

Still, it was a pretty sight, even if there's a cliff on the left side that was calling out my name.

Lame Cell Photo

Blurry, Rainy, and Unsinkable

I was wandering around today in Denver in the rain. There's a lot of cool places to see, but I only had the cameraphone. Oh well...maybe another time.

The Molly Brown house:

You Know, Earth Is A Pretty Groovy Place To Live

Even with all of the crap that I got to deal with today (some sort of engine melt-down, etc.), this really is a pretty little planet that we have here. My stuff is way better than those gold records (WTF?!?) on V-ger. Indeed, I have lots and lots of photos of stuff that caught my eye. Here are a few from the last couple of days:

My new and improved lifestyle.

Hee hee hibiscus.



Pink Hanging Basket.



Shifting Shafts of Shining.

Unbelievable.

I totally smoked my ankle falling out of a truck today. I was actually reduced to tears. I called to get a rent a drunk (labor ready), but instead I got one of our employees.

Doesn't look so good compared to my right ankle:

Walking is not happening, even on 1600 mg of Advil and 650 mg of Oxycodon (only because it hurts). It's a good thing that I keep those crutches around. I'm convinced that it's The Kaptain's Kurse or something.

Something that I won't be doing (unless I get my hands on some weed and booze; Zappa rocks):
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Now playing: Frank Zappa - Dancin' Fool

pretty.

Wednesday's gift for me were these.

A Case of the Mondays

However, the wicked witch of the west hooked me up.

Something To Look Forward To

Here. I totally dig the two tracks, especially 'Black River Song,' which is beautiful. Listen to that bass!!! That's some sort of JZ foolishness goin' on there. The write-ups are hilarious. This should be an epic record, for sure.

Hurting to the extreme this evening. I hate the maladies. Working above 9,000' and driving a 12-speed manual seems to have aggravated my condition. I actually faked it pretty well--thank goodness for exhaust brakes in Central City (fucking steep shit).

I am hopeful, now, because of an especially great rockpractice, and a nice talk last night with the girl. As depressing as this world seems, I'm not going to opt out just yet.