One of My Friend Dave’s many talents is taking photographs. While visiting NYC, he took about a hundred of us standing in tunnels and riding on the subway. I’m still not entirely sure why, but I’ve been assured that it’s “art.”
This is what happens when you tell me and Eloise to “look fierce.”
Tomorrow at 7am, Eloise and I are flying to Boston to perform a week’s worth of shows for My Friend Dave’s cats.
I originally planned to ask who was going to be up for taking us to the airport at 5:30am, but Djerzi has already volunteered. What a friend!
Open the Asphalt Pantry and see what’s for dinner.1
If you take “dinner” to mean “something infrequently updated that you can read” [↩]
This past week, I received a couple of presents. It’s not Christmas, and it’s not my birthday, so I figure this was just a pre-Thanksgiving display of gratitude for my existence.
First, from Pennystripe:
I was informed that the blank space was reserved for Musicians of Sound. I guess You’ll Get Nothing And Like It! [...]
Right after we hit the answering machine’s delete button, I realized I’d be doing the world and this blog a favor by posting transcripts of the voicemail messages left by my friend Dave.
For those of you who were wondering what’s been on Dave’s mind lately, feel free to ponder the idiocy that led Hasbro to [...]
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