Green Acres
Sunday, September 4th, 2011You don’t know the people I have to deal with.
You don’t know the people I have to deal with.
The wife says my demonic transmissions mis-use electricity.
In that order.
There are devils, too.
The sultry succulent vocal Buckshot stylings rendering what will I’m sure become a standard!
These buckshot vocal stylings go well with weather.
Jesus was no douchebag
More historical entries from the Zik Dwahrgma period. Mike Vaughn and I, and one belabored four-track
Sometime in the late 1990s, Mike Vaughn and I sat around his room at Kent a lot, making his four track do this.
Giving space, beat once or on about the guitar to induce flavor.
Jeff Clark sez, “Love is something you can’t remember.”
The chickadees have completely devoured your seed bell.
Waking Up With You
for Buckshot
It is sometimes late when we wake up. Sometimes the rooms are still dark.
The first decade of the 21st Century, early on. With a tiny gray four-track plugged into a long dead computer, and a purple strat.
Vampires in the country can be dispersed with silver buckshot, if needed, or even the ruminants of an old fuzzy barn. How warm!
You wanted to know a bit about my methodology. The rain, like all rain, dented the pavement by hideously minute degrees.
…and it would seem that we’re back. The eyes are sticky. Grief like the first new world viking. She was worried about her audio settings, and asked if I could read.
Jawas don’t have much formal education; pretty much all we have to learn how to do in order to survive is harvest scrap metal. Sure, some of this involves learning certain safety practices while handling rabid droids, but for the most part it’s all pretty easy.
Autumn is a-coming in, and Jawa Warhol has it on good authority that in this season small ones go “back to school.” He has been told this has something to do with education. To that end, he offers up some synthesizer stylings–as a way to promote the general edification and moral welfare of small ones everywhere!