I just got this txt message from my dealer:
What a good guy.
So have a happy 420. Here’s a 1950s propaganda film about marijuana. “Hundreds and hundreds of teenage boys and girls are becoming hopeless dope addicts every year. It’s fantastic.”
PEACE OUT GREAT WHATSIT
I’m back! “Hollaaaaaa,” as my new Hunter College friends would say. Two months in Utah, three months in France, and one broken heart later I’m back in New York City. My year-long love affair with Coralie has sadly come to an end and once again I’m lone, lonely, alone. “Unrequited Love” is how Scott so [...]
This is a strange time for me. I’m in my early twenties, existential freak-outs happening on weekly basis, and never knowing what my next step should be. I mean, I enjoy passion and submitting to my every irrational desire, but I also know what’s expected of me, required of me, in order to be a [...]
After boosting me through the window to my locked apartment, Human Television guitarist Boyd Shropshire sat down and talked with me about psychedelic art, the Zombies, and pasta sauce. His latest project is called Melted Mailbox, a Psychedelic Vinyl Singles Club.
From the website: “Melted Mailbox is a collection [...]
Don’t worry, everyone: I’m alive and well and living in … Salt Lake City! That’s right, my dear readers, I’ve whittled my personal belongings down to two suitcases, strapped my guitar to my back, and made my journey to the foreign land of Utah. Sound exciting? Ok, it’s not really, but it’s kind of exciting [...]