7/4

I almost missed the party - I hope you had a Happy Birthday today.

I took two plastic crates of records (rock & progrock crap) down to the Princeton Record Exchange today. I was going to take cash, wasn't even shopping when I saw a mint used copy of this: I'm in the middle of disk one and I like what I hear...I should have this picked this up ages ago.

I have a 1957 National Lap Steel Grand Console up now, here's a small version, the full size one is amazing. Reducing it loses all the detail.

Wow...it's been about 4 or 5 months since I was there last. I wonder if I should bother again...

Weirdo ...and it never makes sound the metal detector of the airport... The metal plate in my leg doesn't. It's made of titanium.

I say Row-key. I know who he is, but I've never actually heard the band.

or here.

It's more fun when you look at it like this.

Can't help but wonder if she's a junkie getting special treatment.

eh? I can't hear you...

her head looks so tiny. Sarah's, or Paris'???? ain't talkin' 'bout Paris.

that's awful...

ritual sex?

:eye:

her head looks so tiny.

or New Jersey, where the skies are green and the trees are so blue.

as if something like that exists at the New Yorker. It used to exist. Not in years. Maybe the occasional article. I wish there was - it's about time that magazine got a bit of culture happening.

as if something like that exists at the New Yorker.

...someday these kinds of BBS will have those kinds of features.

don't think so...

and what kind of face you make.

"eat more beef" Less meat on those suckers than there was on Katherine Hepburn. Makes me feel like getting dressed and hitting the diner.

He hits that magic note and his hair goes woogie boogie woogie all over the place. Check it out...which came first, the note or the flying hair?

Woah...looks painful.