DEAR MRS RACCOON

some of the raddest kids alive may YES will be gracing us with their presence in the coming THIS WEEK.
good guys kill and eat be dance freaking our mindzzzzzebra stylie. a beautiful departure from from their satie-esque jammings of a recently released recording
with them good boys a paschal circus and the LONG LONG LONG awaited return of clear days always

(CLICK ME FRIEND)

but even before that i have the pleasure of being by their side in lansing at the great basement 414 or the winslows CONFUSION exists at the moment as to the exact location of said event but NO WORRIES ETAAAAAAAAA. its happening. ROOT BEER KEG AND SLURPEEEEEEEES (get it? 7/11 hehe)
with 20 year goofball punk rawking veteran Little Fyodor & Babushka and new comers beatslut. and to say the least. this is friday. july 11

see them funtime boys at the daac july 12 as shown above and a little more

<3

Posted by sam at 12:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

lansing is questionable.
sometimes or a fourth of july couple days spent in the grandest city on earth for some bike rides and house shows and good cookins. all led out of a painfully long hurting bike ride from grand rapids and a nice one man picnic in portland straight into some loving hiphop spinning and hilariously awful live work but wait THIS COMES NEXT.
"hey guys lets just go back to my house and ..."DELAY DELAY errr DETOUR. TO the Party store. ok i watch bikes you get what needs.
(here it comes)
i sat outside the store waiting for ayjay/ben,,, just minding my own business playing around. i see this woman kind of stumbling towards the store giving me a weird look.
i LOOOOk away. but yes. she gets over to me and shes a starin. so i look at her. she is a young lady 20s maybe a little bit bigger than most wearing a basketball jersey and cargo shorts.
BACK.
we look at each other.
she says something that catches me off guard and i dont really understand or hear but it sounds like:
"NICEPOSENINJA"
then she takes my hand and puts 35 cents in. goes to the door and tries to push open a puller. so i laugh and vocally help.

outsies come ayjay/ben and the story is told.
outsies come lady.
she stares at the 3 of us and ayjay says HEYHOWZITGOING
lady: DOYOULIKEBAGPIPES
(strange glances around)
ben: DOYOULIKETULIPS
lady (confused): YEASHAGOODARRANGEMENT
lady: YOULIKEBAGPIPES COMEWITHME
us: silent deliberation
lady: COME
she starts walking away : COMEONBAGPIPES
ayjay: ARETHEYFREEBAGPIPES
lady: ISEEYOURNEONBIKES YOUBOYSHAVESOMEMONEYIKNOW COMEON
ayjay: YOULLBRINGTHEBAGPIPESOUTSIDESOWECANSEE
(at this point we are kind of following her as she walks)
lady: YEAHYEAHYOUBOYSLIKEMYBAGPIPES IGOTABOWLANDBEERTOSHARE CMON
otherladysittingonherporch:HEYHAVEYOUSEENMYWHITEPITBULLSHESGONDOFFSOMEWER
lady: YEASHISAWWEGOINGFORTHEBAGPIPES CMONBOYS
me: quietly (NOOOOOOOOOODUDE)
ayjay: HEYWELLSAMNEEDSTOGETTOBED WEBETTERGETGOINGBEN WELLCHECKYOURBAGPIPESLATER
lady: NOCMONBOYS
ridingaway.

boop.

Posted by sam at 3:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)