Yay! We’re back and some jazz. I’ve totally just shaved off my summer beard, and I’m ready to tackle all that tasks to be tackled in this mid-fall season. It’s like the Super Bowl up in here, but for productivity, and with less grunting and slightly (ever so slightly) less homoerotic undertones.
I know what the people want. They want bootlegs. And carnival rides. I can provide the bootlegs. You can get your own carnival rides. I’m not Brazil.
So, Nihon Falcons. Let’s get down to brass instruments. There are none. But they have a cello, some drums and a frankenbass. That’s better.
Faithful lookilisteners will have noticed Jonathon Jacobson of Tierpark, and formerly Nice Legs on drums, and Henry Demos, of Henry Demos, and currently Nice Legs on frankenbass. On the left however, with his brand new hashtag on this site is George Durham, from Monoban and a few other places. He also makes some mean meats.
That is not a euphemism for them forming a intercoursical threesome together. George actually smokes his own meats. That is not a euphemism for masturbation, either, which I cannot confirm or disavow. He makes like pastrami and pates. They’re excellent. When he has a barbecue, I always am the grill master so I can be by the goods when they’re perfectly done. That and so I can remember what it’s like to live again.
They’re good meats. They have not yet made me cry myself to sleep like the rest of my life choices.
We don’t need to go into details about that. Or anything. It’s not like this site every talks about music. That would be ridiculous. I can say though, in the briefest of terms that this seems to be a good combination. Jon and Henry’s history and improv skills work well with the vibe of the cello subbing in for a real bass. Melodic. Oh yeah and Henry screams a lot. Harkens back to the olden days.
I still file my tax returns in green. Suck it bitches.
I got a tax return, too. Like yesterday from 2012. It took the gubmint 3 years to tell me I was getting it. I’m not saying it’s a conspiracy, but I don’t see me getting no interest on my 170,000 won over the last fourish years. Or even like a sick pair of boots.
Henry has homemade bellbottoms. I enjoyed them, kinda like how I enjoy those cured meats. We should all get some meats. (I am not currently a paid advertiser for said sweet-delicious-yet-not-actually-sweetmeats-meats, but I’m hoping to sink the deal with this one. Sinking is when you win right?
I need a nap. I’m tired and my feet hurt. Get off my lawn.