It’s always best if you wait until after your semester-end critique of your design class to shoot up with the very amber liquid heroin you keep in Mason jars in the door shelves of your refrigerator.
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File: Dreamscenes
As I watched the new set emerge from the haze at the horizon, I was struck by the beauty of these fresh rings, and of the older rings slowly passing by overhead. The wispy clouds drifting underneath them gave the scene a vast and stately depth. It was amazing to me that we had only […]
The instrument was basically a twelve-foot length of silver-gray seatbelt material that would automatically retract into its spool when released, but I was pleased to discover I could still play an excellent rendition of “Eruption” by Eddie Van Halen on it.
She introduced herself as my something cousin something twice something or something. She looked like Danica McKellar, but I supposed I could see some of my father’s side in her. She said she remembered my birth — “There was suddenly a baby!” she said. I was confused, as she looked younger than me, but maybe […]
When waiting to play bass at a live venue celebrating a fireworks display, it’s good to remember that an excellent way to practice your chops is with an appropriately-sized bunch of celery.
Upon examining our host’s turntable, I noticed that it had at least four tone arms in various degrees of deployment. A moment’s reflection made it obvious that this was to provide optimum oversampling.