The trashcan obsessional

Still reelin’ from the amazing weekend filled with Shaefer beer/delicious Chesapeake Bay craps/female masseuse company of last weekend.  Kilmarnock, VA is a total shit hole without the wonderful Bay experience replete with canoes and fuckin’ huge jellyfish.  I get creeped out so large with the fear of the unknown pain of open water.  Took a Sunday morning-hung-over canoe trip out to a shit infested remote island that was completely surreal.  The paddle back ended up bein’ nothin’ but a leg mutilating experience.  Fuck it.

THOMAS JEFFERSON SLAVE APARTMENTS.  Can I just lay it bare?  This is THE band of the 90’s.  Old bitter Ron House coming out of his so what folkish band Great Plains, getting straight bothered with his new band.  His tales of drunken episodes in Columbus, Ohio are just perfect for this dude who is sick of talkin’ with dude freshly broken up with lame ass chicks.  House throws himself into the tuneage backed by a guy that knows how to use a wah-wah pedal that doesn’t annoy the shit out of me.  This is destitute music ladies and gents.  Pissed off and embittered, TJSA plows through three albums of beautiful frustration.  The leftover waste of this band is pretty much non-existent.  NOTHING out there sounds like these dudes  Thanks Siltbreeze/Bag of Hammers for the early 7 inches that opened me up to this band.  No Homo.