Ugly Rumors
So there have been some rumors floating around this net which we call inter about the possibility of Sheryl Crow scoring the next Whiteman Brothers cinematic circus. To be honest with you, I had no idea she was still alive, let alone had we attempted to contact her about a project. I don't know where these rumors get started, but I do know where this one is going to end -- right here, sister!07.24.07
On his fucking hands and knees!
So yeah, Sean's back in Ithaca, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Brother's think alike!Anyway, we're spitballing and shooting the shit and brainstorming and hanging out -- all sorts of productivity is going on. So be prepared for "The New Breath" (as I'll henceforth be calling it) on this-here website. Lots of action coming at you! In a little bit, anyway.
For the time being, pop on your favorite "Best of" cassette-tape (is your's Foreinger too?) and chill out in the warmth of the bright future.
06.16.07
Strike!
I bought a pack of Lucky Strike unfiltered cigarettes the other day, but it's strange to smoke them, because I feel like I should be in the slammer trading them for favors.Hey Mac, what'dya say to two smokes for the rest of them mashed potatos?
Jo-Jo, you and me. Rock, paper, scissors. Two outta three. A cig per round. Go!
C'mon Boggs, I got ten Lucky Strikes that say you aren't gonna sodomize me today, eh?
Wow. This brief fictional exploration into prison life has awarded me a fresh appreciation for my freedom(s). Fresh and pine-scented. I don't know about you guys, but starting today, I'm gonna live.
Live it up, live it down,
live it blue, live it brown,
live it smile, live it frown,
live it till I'm in the ground.
Damn! That oughta go in my Poetry section. But it won't. This one's staying put. Just for me and you. So it's extra special. A little mint underneathe your pillow.
(p.s. Have you noticed The Whiteman Brothers write a lot of journal entries about their consumerism? I have.)
03.21.07
Asian Sesame Ginger
That is my new favorite salad dressing.Ginger? Sure, I like Ginger Snaps.
Sesame? I mean, I like Burger King's buns with the seeds on 'em.
Asians? Okay, ya got me, I even like asains. (Especially when riding motorcycles!)
But who'da thunk that I would like all three of these elements together? Not me. But I took a risk, and I'm damn glad I did. So I'd like to ask you, that's right -- YOU...when was the last time you took a risk?
Just something to cypher on for a while.
02.21.07
Oregone with the Wind
I breathe that fresh Douglas Fir-flavored Oregon air for only a couple more days. Then it's back to the surrogate-motherland of Ithaca.
Tonight I worked with Tyler from RoadBasket Studios on a short little one-two, one-two that should hit the world wide interweb in a month or so. And while Sean was here, we collaborated, as we tend to do, on a few numbers that we'll play for you sooner than later.
You know something else? I've started eating meat again, and I've put on a little holiday weight. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S 2007 AND I SAY, GIRL, TOSS THAT SCALE OUT THE WINDOW, AM I RIGHT?
Sorry for "shouting" for anyone out there with sensative internet hearing.
I'm reminded just now of being a 6th grader who used to get his kicks by getting on chat rooms and typing in all caps, "POOP! POOP! I AM THE POOP GOD!" And elaborating on just exactly what being the Poop God entailed while people tried to have cross-country conversations.
Eventually tennis_gUrl or JmyBufFETfan88 would say, "omg stop shouting!!"
Exercising the First Amendment, I would reply, "I DARE YOU TO COME TO THE KINGDOM OF POOP AND SAY THAT! POOP! POOOOOOOOOOP!"
But I don't know. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that 9/11 has really changed the face of chat room conduct, you know?
p.s. isn't that cute what I did with the title, there?01.09.07
The Beginning
of the end
...of convention and gravity and logic has been set in (com)motion.