cheech

I'm not remotely depressed...but I have little to say tonight. Today I went biking with a friend (first exercise in ages. Months?), tried to watch golf with my dad but he only came in at the very last part (I understand, from the commentators, that Mike Weir is a "national hero" in Canada; I'll have to have Rosalyn or Telesis confirm whether their hero is Mike Weir.), called my friend Mike for the first time proper in months (he's in Richmond VA), and hey I got a post from Hel, about a band, today.

Then I've just been looking around boards...cruising on the Poopship of Ween live downloads...I suppose I'll glance at OPJ now (other people's journals) but it being Sunday...is anyone here?...is this thing on?
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. . . . . . . . . . dream band . . . . . . . . . . .
- . - . THE VELVET UNDERSHORTS . - . -

plasticfangs - theramin, Radio Shack devices
Brookelynne - vox, gtr
souljacker - Farfisa/viola
TunnelSlats - gtr
Linz - bass gtr
vaj - drums
mtlqueen - harmonium, vox, Niconess
me - silk-screening an album cover of a fruit
Estrada - bankrolling the whole thing

motto - Eat my velvet undershorts.
sounds like - you killed your European son; he just got in from Alabama, he wants to know a way to earn a doll-a; I'm going up, and I'm going down, one minute backwards, side to side; I've got a feeling I don't want to know; I know she's dead and gone but I heard her call my name; she lives with 13 dead cats...a purple dog that wears spats; there's always some evil mothers that'll tell you life's just full of dirt; ah, white heat, it tickles me down to my toes; your wife just married a midget's son; Waldo Jefferies had reached his limit; ...and curtains laced with diamonds, dear, for you.
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ps - my last 2, or 3, or 12 posts, are more interesting and might mention some of you, hinthint....