How you Howl, Mr. Howl

It's 4:30 in the a.m. and through a closed window and thick orange makeshift blanket-curtain I can hear a guy outside down a few blocks howling in agony as if he was holiday disemboweled by the shadowy street gremlin TJ saw last year creeping around the neighborhood. I figure "Mr. Howl" probably isn't from around here since he would have known Beaumont the Gremlin is actually quite a nice chap as long you don't get in his glide path. What path, you say? Stay on the inside of the sidewalk and let him take the out and you'll be fine. Oh and don't make any comments about his cheeks. Beaumont used to pimp the Van Ness areas in San Francisco until a rival gremlin flesh-peddler took offense to his penchant for chipmunking Ghirardelli chocolates in his mouth. Flim and flam and bam! Beaumont gets 2 misshapen G's branded on his face. Seriously, not a word. Or you too will end up howling in the Yuletide. With the frenzied way I heard that guy outside shrieking, it's fine advice to tell you'd feel best keeping Christmas yum deliciousness inside your belly and not acid scattered out on the sidewalk beside lawn light-up deer and glowing Baby Jesus Nativity scenes.

Harana (Eraserheads Cover) - Justin & Kelby

Welcome to Eastside San Jose.

Yes this is a serenade in the morning. 

The one at the right is Kelby.  He's a cool cat.

The headless one is Justin. He's kind of a douche.

She's the One Who Likes All My Pretty Songs

Hey - she's the one who likes all my pretty songs
And she likes to sing along and she likes to shoot her cunt
But she knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say:

She's the one who likes all my pretty songs
And she likes to sing along and she likes to shoot her cunt
But she knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say, yeah




*If you haven't caught it yet, it's a lyrical twist on Nirvana's In Bloom. Sing along if you know the words . . .

Such a Bitch

Probably the quickest "song" I've come across. Hit that "C" and sing, sang, song. Nothing duper recording though, recorded straight to my mp3 player to log the idea. More of a song bit though, aye? Those in-betweener stuff you see in albums, filler, that takes you from one full song to the other. Skits are fun. Do you think it'll make us more attractive to the ladies? Maybe I ought to be getting ready. Skits have a role, yes, and with my fondness for the drone stuff on 89.7 KFJC this is first drone I've stuck to and went alrighty. "Hello angst. Yuppo you're in there. So Waarrrrriooors come out tooo plaaaaayaaay!"

 Uh huh here we go. No set lyrics for this one yo. Listen and catch all the little references if you can. It's like Pokemon in song form, peoples. Dun-dun, dun dun!! =) So go on then, an enjoy bitch.

Flea Market Finds 10[7-11-14]12

The following is a collection of cheery things I've gathered the past Sunday-Thursday-Sunday at the Capitol Flea Market. Here we go . . .

The Haul

Well on! Another cane to join the other two. This one is collapsible and is
all prepped and ready to go with hairbands on the handle for just in case.

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A fine find whose brilliance include "Even men of the same age
and the same country do not always speak the same language."

Because Lord knows I need it, as socially retarded as I am. So how do you say hello?

                                                          

                                                                            Whoa uh oh it's them ladies again! The tough! The wise! And the pretty!

Help Me Find the Beamer Key (PM Outtake)

In preparation for the possibility of recording a little video of performing Pulelehua Moke, I did an audio take to get an ear on what the song sounds like now after not having played it for many months. Into the chorus, my brother interrupts the take. I'm in my bedroom upstairs and he's downstairs by the front door.

Tape Mustache

(electrical tape + silliness = sweet tape mustache)