So how is that "when they go low, we go high" biz working out for everybody?

Still thrilled about this. Thanks Magnet Magazine!

Drip Edges EP release show Saturday 3 p.m. at the Lamplighter. Music/light show/DJ, all that for 10 bucks and it'll end early enough for you to get dinner afterward. Looking forward to it, myself.

TUESDAY TUESDAY TUESDAY

People like to remind you of the definition of insanity but still manage to do the same shit over and over again in their own lives.

Thinking I should branch out and try my hand at acting. My ideal part would require minimal script memorization, I could just walk around saying something like "What, Elsa the dominatrix is late again? She sure puts the late in latex!" until someone hits me over the head.

Maybe the person to whom You Left the Water Running was directed took off during a cold patch and didn't want dude's pipes to freeze.

Ok amigos, here's what's up: Fri 1/3: star-studded Doug Sahm tribute at B-Side Memphis Sat 1/4: SSDST at White Water Tavern, Little Rock Mon 1/6: Drip Edges LIVE on Radio Memphis Fri 1/10: DRIP EDGES EP RELEASE SHOW at Lamplighter, Memphis One other thing later in the month, will advise.

Elton John's take on legalized weed is pretty funny, I just assumed one had to be fairly stoned to write lyrics as daft as Bernie Taupin's.

Memphis in May announces they are honoring South Korea in 2025. . .the day after an attempt at martial law there. I'll take "REALLY unfortunate timing" for $400, Alex.

I may need this.

I need to hear an AI-generated simulation of Stiv Bators like I need a paper asshole.

This happened today.

Conducting a productive, efficient meeting appears to be a lost art. Some of the ones I have attended recently have displayed all the organizational finesse of seven meerkats fucking a football.

Got this new buddy last night, had fun playing it. Looking forward to picking up a few solo gigs here and there.

I cannot be the only one thinking that dreads on a Caucasian in 2024 is. . .not the best look. To put it mildly.

Have to christen the new spot with my bar mitzvah photos. I know some of y'all are fans.

Kill it with fire.

I'm trying to imagine Marvin Hagler having as many side gigs as these 2 dudes and I can't do it.

Is it bad that I wanna see Jake Paul turned into an unrecognizable side of beef tonight? No? OK.

Insert witticism here.

1. 2010 2. 2015 3. 2016 (with my brother Jon) 4. 2018

1. 1972 2. 1977 3. 1987 4. 1996

This is my "it's 1968 and I'm auditioning for Fairport Convention" look.

Try this on for size.

I thought I heard someone yell "crispy methane" at the gym earlier. Fairly certain he was NOT yelling that but can't figure out a phrase that sounds remotely like it. A puzzlement.

Thought for the day: I love it when someone complains about politics and music (or art) intersecting. My dude in flying spaghetti monsterdom, the whole fuckin thing is ALREADY political. If art is made at all, who gets to make it, who gets to hear it, what that art sounds or looks like, etc. Truly.

Czech baby Czech baby one two three

I be here now.