HAPPENING NOW

I drew a cartoon about one of my obsessions.

I didn't even hear this song, but it's been insinuating itself into my mind all day and night.

cartoons karaoke Brick Dazz

IN THE RECENT PAST

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I learned my friend and bandmate Doug DeRienzo passed away.

I hadn't talked to him in a long time but I thought I could just call him up, if I could find his current number.

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Buddy napped on a stack of records.

Also, I have these and some other records for sale.

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Just some pictures of Shadow, for fun.

No real reason to post these, just proof that at least one of us is thriving here on Tricou Street

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I was filming when the biggest part of the warehouse came down.

I was outside watching the demolition and filming intermittently. I happened to get the whole thing (what was left) coming down.

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What is this accursèd thing?

It's got the number-one hallmark of Dixie hoodoo: muddy, bald, eyeless doll heads, something Southern vacant lots contain by the dozen.

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I call this one "Holy Cross Ring Toss".

I didn't make this; it's more of a found artwork, like a Duchamp.

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This is how I tell which eggs are hard-boiled.

It has the nice side benefit of giving me somebody to talk to.

NOTES

When is Apple going to give us a "Move..." command?

Why doesn't Apple (MacOS) have a "Move..." command in the right-click menu?

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I came up with enough material for another little booklet.

It's just a little glimpse into how my mind works (or doesn't).

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Side Hustlers play at Holy Diver on June 30 with Luxurious Faux Furs.

Our first gig in New Orleans proper.

NOTES

Scribbled on some Post-Its.

Gotta admit, I'm in a place of great ambivalence.

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I found an interesting brick underfoot.

The big benefit of having bad posture and walking with your face looking at your feet all the time is you get to notice when the bricks underfoot have words on them, to help you learn about history.

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I watched Fourth of July fireworks with a familiar mixture of shock and awe.

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I was baffled by a lyric I heard on a record.

I was shocked to find the lyric really is "paper late, paper late". I just assumed I was hearing it wrong.

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A little souvenir of a terrible year.

Here's where the story ends.