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Mural outside of Diablo Burger in downtown Flagstaff, Arizona, by Joe Sorren (who lives there) - known for his album covers for Tweaker, amongst other things. It’s huge and wonderfully surreal.
And if you ever find yourself in Flagstaff, go try Diablo Burger. Quite possibly the best burger I have ever had in my life. No exaggeration. I highly recommend the DB House - “Blackened, with homemade pesto and topped with an over-easy fried egg.” I was like Padma Lakshmi eating Carl’s Jr., y’all.
Dexter Season 4 Teaser!
and mr koppes with some custom 12 string. on Twitpic
I love this snapshot SO FREAKIN’ HARD.
This Might Come In Handy of the Day: How to field dress a unicorn.
Naturally, you start by having no soul.
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Amoeba’s clearance section is better than most shops’ regular used run. This is what I purchased from the clearance section:
Gersey No Satellites
All India Radio Fall
Gotye Like Drawing Blood
Augie March Moo, You Bloody Choir (advance)
Killing Joke Killing Joke (2003)
Two That Petrol Emotion LPs
= $16.
The last four I already have downloaded but wanted hard copies of. The Gersey ensures I have found each of their albums in clearance bins in LA-area record stores. (Thanks, Los Angeles!)
It’s probably a good thing I don’t make it to Amoeba too often. I’d be in big trouble otherwise.
Favorite moment of Church tour adventures: Running into my friend Stephen (of Second Motion Records) and Marty Willson-Piper (of the Church) at Amoeba on Sunset while we were all record-shopping. As Stephen and I threw recs at each other (we both had CDs hooked around each arm), we were both lamenting the change in our music consumption habits, specifically the fact that I have to be almost immediately captured by a band to give it my time nowadays - lamentable, because there are definitely groups that require repeated listens to appreciate.
So Stephen asks me what I think of Grizzly Bear and I say, “They’re alright.” To which Mr. Willson-Piper hikes his eyebrows at me and replies, “See, how interesting - *YOU* hear five minutes and aren’t impressed. *I* listen to five minutes and think it’s bloody brilliant.” I explain the convo Stephen and I had just been having about music in general. Him: “That’s a problem! That’s no good. Go lock yourself in a dark room and do it proper! Honestly!”
In short, I was swatted on the wrist for being a bad music fan. In Amoeba Records, by Marty Willson-Piper, whose record collection has its own MySpace page. And it was awesome.