Tuesday, February 2, 2010

You did?

Allow me to reciprocate. That is to say, enunciate. Words be trippin'.

So, let's do this thing. Again.

Where's my wilin' SOBs? Where's my writin' so and sos? Because they do call them SOs sometimes, too.

"How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it?"

Friday, January 29, 2010

Don't get me starty

Y'all know its a Bacardi party up in here....why come you don't invite the guests?

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Fred Gives

Fred looked at himself in the mirror.

"Damn, I look good."

Crowded winds forced the onlookers to flee. "Does Polly want a cracker?"

You be the judge of me, Holmes. I've got work to do.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

weapons dont kill, we do

Ray Wylie Hubbard help write this movie. Dwight Yokum and Kris Kristopherson look like badasses as usual. Must see.

Check the website for trailer as well as an opportunity to design T-Shirts or submit musical scores for the movie.

http://www.lastritesfilm.com/

Tubed segment

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Salisbury on the steak?

Time to wake that damn requiem up home-slice. Get your collaborate and listen going again. Get in with the 1670 AM station. Send in your dreams there. I get the feeling Denton will welcome your attention. FOOOL.

And may 2010 be the rekindled Rockin New Years it was destined to be!

http://1670am.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Requiems are stupid...and necessary

It began like all dreams…simple and a bit naïve. We knew nothing beyond the desire to make the sounds in our brains come to life. It began with two borrowed JC Penney’s guitars and a pawn shop amplifier and we woke the sleeping giants next door, who turned blind eyes, because they shared our dream. Have fun. Enjoy. Just keep it down because we have work tomorrow.

This dream lived for fourteen gloriously amazing years. Sometimes more, sometimes less…but always alive. We rarely rocked more than four people at once, but we always rocked at least two. Skeegs and I. Microwave and Rollerskate. Zeek and Jessup.

It deserves so much more, but that will never be. There is no reward or final last stand. It simply ends, as all things must do.

I will miss you Lymph Node Squad. I will miss you more than I could ever express with English. My life and happiness owe so much to you and I will never be the same again.

Rest in motherfucking business. Rest hard.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Rest in Business, Lymph Node Squad

You were loved.