I'm still pumped as hell about seeing The Fugs tomorrow. Last night and most of the day, I had their first two albums on shuffling repeat. Right now the farmer rambling about the river of shit is going on in the background.
Well you know, I'm just, I'm just an old farm boy. Never had much of an education, but I do, I do know a couple of things mister prez. Number one, you can't fry that rice before you get it out of the field. And I've never seen any farmer use a B-52 for a harvester. And lookie here, I might be asking a little much, but I got four sons over there in Asia, who don't want to be there, and I don't want 'em there, they got to come home, I tell ya, and help me harvest the crops. My old lady is stole up, I got nine hundred acres of hemp, and eight hundred acres of poppies for V-A Day. Why don't ya send 'em on home, what about it?If more people would like to join us, you're welcome to. This is like seeing Santana in Mexico, Fear Factory in LA, or Wesley Willis in Chicago. The Fugs, in the Village. Much like Gabriel, this might be their last tour. They're even older than he.
Saturday I went to the Pace with
Sunday I woke up, hung out with
Speaking of which, Banzai is fucking hilarious. Mr. Shake Hands Man and Lady One Question were funny, yet another piece of brilliant comedy from the Brits. A noble culture who wouldn't bastardize a sandwich like the Sloppy Joe.
Monday night, as mentioned, saw Pirates again. This time
Before the movie I had a sloppy joe from Quick Chek, and half of
And that brings us up to the present. Party on, dudes!