An Indolent December...
Hey Again... Just haven't felt much like posting of late. No shortage of cobra strikes or boiling pisspots of splooge, but when accelerated entropy is the norm, chaos is but the rustle of taffeta. On the torso of a bloated floater, yeah, but still less than the scream of the faceless.
Where to begin? The Squelchers tour?
We felt lousy about the TLASILA cancellation, so Rat rustled six LRS gigs in the space of an afternoon. Tallahassee (Dec 16) was an odd one: we performed in a thrift store / makeshift squat off the intersection of Railroad and Gay. A loud and largely inert procession of trope gardeners strangled the early hours; those who remained for our set seemed non plussed or flat-out uninterested. Rat deposited his amp on each of their heads... (There were seven or eight exceptions, of course. My friends Pam, Brian and Patrick drove up from Valdosta to ogle the Impala rollover; our Steak and Shake after-party was enlivened by the sight of a widescreen crack attack...
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Where to begin? The Squelchers tour?
We felt lousy about the TLASILA cancellation, so Rat rustled six LRS gigs in the space of an afternoon. Tallahassee (Dec 16) was an odd one: we performed in a thrift store / makeshift squat off the intersection of Railroad and Gay. A loud and largely inert procession of trope gardeners strangled the early hours; those who remained for our set seemed non plussed or flat-out uninterested. Rat deposited his amp on each of their heads... (There were seven or eight exceptions, of course. My friends Pam, Brian and Patrick drove up from Valdosta to ogle the Impala rollover; our Steak and Shake after-party was enlivened by the sight of a widescreen crack attack...
TS
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