The trashcan obsessional

Not for nothin’ but damn son, I miss goin’ to shows!  The bankroll has been pinched pretty hard on my own acord, with hopes of domestic bliss.  Buyin’ a house shouldn’t be such a feat in this fishscale year should it?  It’s all good.  There ain’t nothin comin this way until March anyways.  Lookin’ forward to the rowdiness of Shoot it Up and Holy Shit! in the Spring.  Thinkin’ about headin’ down to Texas for the SXSW weekend of insanity.  What a line up this year!  The old bones are shakin in the bags of Hank IV!  Last year’s “Third Person Shooter” made Top of the Pops for lots and lots of heads whos rekkid collects exceed their social life.  The Bad Trips (ex-Monoshock bros) are a sure hit with the godsmoke smokin’ dimwits and pcp garblin weirdos.  Psychedelic Horseshit will flip multiple heads as well.  God damn I gotta get down there!

Missin’ Charlie Gocher right now.  Takin’ in ”The Handsome Stranger” in all its fuckedupsplendor as we speak.   You remember the first time you heard Sun City Girls?  I betcha you got laid out too!  Was supposed to see em back in ‘03.  I was headin’ north bound to Philly with a few bros, slammin Coors Light in the back of a truck, and then J Bibbles got a nasty phone call statin’ that his brother-in-law past in his sleep in a hotel room in Kentucky.  Couldn’t really get past that to see a once in a life time show.  RIP brotha on both accounts.