Saturday, January 12, 2008

Atlanta, Dawn of Day Three...

I've been tripping (very good 'shrooms) with friends all night. Great oscillating conversations establishing, among other tangents:

1) Bats masturbate to To Live and Shave in L.A., and only to TLASILA...

2) My semen de-Nazifies on contact.

3) Nothing can void or impede mediation - in other words, there are no field recordings, only microphone placements. Their degree of ultimate efficacy is dependant on innumerable variables, and you've seen that Hallmark Channel mini-series already.

4) Andrew Cuomo is a foul wanker-shitter...

Very busy recording here at Blossoming HQ; we've done nine tracks in two days, with lots of cartilage and soft organ tissue yet to be fabricated.

The Miss High Heel album looks sexy as Hell.

Yours Affectionately,


1 comment:

Roger said...

Send some my way, bro. LOVE that shit.

Convalescence: Day Ten

Healing apace, can't complain. We finally got round to watching Ingrid Goes West . Brutal, hilarious, brilliant. TS