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/

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.

Rest in Business, Lymph Node Squad

You were loved.

We all knew this day would come

Everywhen

Not here

A glimpse of MY sega skills.

when i was a baller, shot caller

A glimpse into my sega skills