Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Brian Wizmerski
Loose yourself in the mind of Wizmerksi, followed by your hammered homie Josh Stricker.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Byrds
Iv got to thank my Uncle Richard for showing me this song and leading me into the world of Byrds. "My Back Pages" was originally written by Bob Dylan with many of his growing interpretations of political idealism and disillusionment with the folk protest movement. Although the song was written in 1964 Dylan didn't preform it live until 1988 letting the Byrds release this fabulous cover on their 1967 album "Younger than yesterday". Enough with the jibber jabber click PLAY and enjoy!!
Gurpin Sauce
Gurpin Edit from Jack Bool on Vimeo.
J-boogie AKA Jack Bool has been on the road all summer going back and fourth between Southern and Northern Califronia. This little edit consists mainly of footage from his trip down to Woodward West and the Mammoth lakes. Expect riding from Tyler Dunn, Jonathan Q., Dex Carvey, Reese Butler, Max, and the Sweet sound of Jonthan Richman.Ahhhhh the twat keeps spinin!!!
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Wore aged green trousers
and a beaten straw beach hat
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was fearful of rats
He believed the rats have devised a plan to conquer the world
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Could not tie his shoes correctly
His feet remained limp
as a tower of elven tied knots toppled down each foot
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Liked to eat the remains of your crusted egg droppings
fermenting on the corners of your frying pan
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was nothing but a tennis ball. -tp
Wore aged green trousers
and a beaten straw beach hat
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was fearful of rats
He believed the rats have devised a plan to conquer the world
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Could not tie his shoes correctly
His feet remained limp
as a tower of elven tied knots toppled down each foot
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Liked to eat the remains of your crusted egg droppings
fermenting on the corners of your frying pan
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was nothing but a tennis ball. -tp
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