Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now

My hair cut, beard grown, aviators bought...I'm starting to look like the EZB from the Drive-By Truckers. Go to Lost Highway Records' website (look in my links), scroll through the jukebox til you find the song "Let Their Be Rock" by the self-same band.

I know I've committed to not posting daily life sorts of things, but I'll continue breaking that throughout this post.

I should be putting up another short story in the next couple of days. This one I wrote a couple years ago, but I've decided to revisit it. It's a story about a kid I knew in fable, but not in person. His name is John Malanga.

My car, known to some as the "Jolly Green Giant," is back in commission with serious upgrades in pick-up and noise-reduction.

Spring break will be upon me in a few days, whereupon I will enter my friend Z3R0's home studio and record my seven song EP called...well...I don't know what it's called yet. Email me if you want a copy of it when its done. Slip me some currency, and I'll send one your way.

April 11th will be the day when I am privileged to witness two living music legends: Bob Dylan and Merle Haggard. In concert, the latter opening for the former, damaging my pocket to the tune of sixty-five dollars.

Shapin' up to be one of them slam-bam-thank ye ma'am types of springs.

Ketch