flowers on the wall

".........don't tell me...I've nothin to do........."


















DOPAMINE FLUX ARUBA SHOWROOM 020610 seven piece soul/funk combo...strong rhythm section and vocal (recording quality C)



NOMO ARUBA SHOWROOM 020610 horncentric collective afrofunk influenced focused playing generous vibe (recording quality C)



PAN DE SAL THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE 020710 laptop percussion and visuals fresh mix of agitprop & twee (recording quality B-)


KID MEETS COUGAR THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE 020710 fairly rocking 2 piece drums vocals and guitars over cyber-ridiculous video and odd-tone samples...(recording quality B)



JAGUAR LOVE THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE 020710 electro duo with quite a screech only got a snippet of this (recording quality a-)

THE KURGANS CHEYENNE SALOON 021110 thrash (recording quality a-)













SWEATER KITTY CHEYENNE SALOON 021110 pop punk vocalist tougher edged rhythm section (recording quality A-)

86 AFTER FREAKING FROG 021210 screamo (recording quality a)
















illustration michelle thompson- used (like i use all things, my friends) without permission

DINNER MUSIC OF THE GODS YAYO"S TACOS 021210 power metal and G3 shred very practiced musos
(recording quality A)
BLACK BEANS AND HIPPY LIVER TURKS LOUNGE 021210 jam band vibe but with rhythm focus strong playing 3 peice (recording quality D)





THE QUITTERS DOUBLE DOWN SALOON 021310
hardcore punk (recording quality c)


ULTRAVIOLENT LIGHTS BEAUTY BAR 021710 competent rock swagger...sunset strip post makeup and stardom (recording quality c-)









The only real weather is fog, because it comes in shades. Everything else you have to fight with. The sun disappears behind a cloud. The rain falls all at once. The wind blows and then is just as quickly gone. I remember the girl who could tell you that she loved you the morning after she slept with another man. In his memoirs, Black Iron Bill wrote that he had no conception of betrayal: Who is it that is really ever there? Nothing to home but a bed to shut your eyes on and a key for the door. For my part, I used to misunderstand the word "superstition". Superstitions have their own physics- like the conversation of mass- only when they balance themselves out exactly are you able to tell the future.

I married my corpse because I thought it could tell me the future. It suggested that I go wait in line at a beauty salon so that I could fill out a dozen or more copies of a missing person's report...In a riddle whose last name is music the only word you are not allowed to say is "maybe we should just be friends." The Greeks just had a riot, the French, too. I could tell you that coke tastes better than pepsi but I'm saving all of my anachronisms for the next revolution. It's like no longer believing in bubble gum- bubble gum is just something they put on TV to make you buy interviews with your fans.

"You want to know if I think coke is better than pepsi..." I held out one of my hands- making a gesture like the pope. "...Well... It's a moral choice obviously. I can tell what kind of people you would sleep with when you tell me which soda you drink-it's like...a moral expression of who you are...what kind of world you want to live in..." Behind my sunglasses, I could only see the photographers when the flashbulbs went off.