According to the way or the ingredients used to brew the mat, it is, for the popular tradition, a comunicator of moods or brewers desires towards the one who will drink the mat.
Unsweetened mat: Indifference
Sweet mat: Friendship
Very sweet mat: Talk to my parents
Cold mat: Despise, indiference
Mat with balm: Disgust
Mat with cinamon: You are in my thoughts
Mat with burnt... Read More
Once upon a time, when I was very young, I used to sneak around the house searching out presents and spoiling surprises. I prided myself on my ability to very very carefully unwrap and then rewrap the gifts that had already made it to their spots under the tree. Since I already knew what I was getting by the time the time came, the true... Read More
Sometimes it's good to get home early and relatively sober from the warm and loving alcohalic embrace of your local purveyor of adult libation. The younger me probably would not have believed this. The older me isn't so sure either. But the me that's me right now, the one who just finished tending to his suddenly sick one year old daughter, he's pretty sure that... Read More
Back back back from where I started from. A good trip, I suppose, with some good reconnections made. I think that things could have turned out better, but it's not in my nature to complain of such things, so fuck it.
I'm not sure if it's happy or sad, but probably my favorite moment of the whole trip was doin' the solo stumble-bum waltz all... Read More
So this is like the umpteenth n' one time that I've seen Watt play in one configuration or another. A lot of different experiences over the years.
Such a heavy piece, this one! It made for a very intense show at times, for sure. Moments that were damn near Free, Difficult, very difficult listening. Probably not... Read More