
So, I think I'm going to start participating in a couple of weekly photo "theme" sites. This one is for Phototime Tuesday. The theme this week is Pathways....so this is...you know...a pathway. Shot in Bodega Bay, CA...

So, I think I'm going to start participating in a couple of weekly photo "theme" sites. This one is for Phototime Tuesday. The theme this week is Pathways....so this is...you know...a pathway. Shot in Bodega Bay, CA...
This evening at work I decided that a smoothie would make a nice dinner, so I made my way over to the Smoothie King. I ordered my drink and became distracted while the clerk mixed it up and waited on the cute girl who was next in line.
You see, there's a new vendor who has set up shop out on the plaza area of the mall where I'm employed, and he has a small booth with a sign that says, "Have Your Picture Taken With A Snake." Basically, this guy stands in the sun all day with a giant boa constrictor around his neck, answers questions, let's people pet his pet, have their picture taken, and sells polaroids to them.
It occured to me that tonight while this guy was out having drinks with his buddies, he'd be introduced to someone new who would ask him what he does for a living, and he would surely reply, "I let kids pet my snake and take pictures of it. Then I sell the polaroids to their parents."
This struck me as wildly hilarious while I stared at nothing in particular on the Smoothie King floor. I was so distracted by the thought, I didn't realize the clerk was trying to charge me for my drink. I looked up and realized everyone in line was looking at me and that the cute girl in line behind me, as well as everyone else, thought I had been entranced by her legs.
To make matters worse, I complained to the clerk about not reciving my mall employees discount, which I had. Red faced, I accepted my change and hurried back off to work, rejecting the offer to pet that guy's snake as I passed by.
New Gallery... here.
The Dude abides.
Lebowskifest got off to a discouraging start, greeting us with cops, hippies and drunk fucking-meat-head-jock-fraternity-types. Then, we had to stand in line for twenty minutes to buy beer and told to stand in another line for another twenty minutes if we wanted water.
We took a seat on the hill facing the ampitheatre, double fisting plactic cups of beer, and scowling over arriving late and having a hard time finding a good place to sit.
My Morning Jacket took the stage while the Sam Elliot monologue from the beginning of the movie played through the PA, dressed as characters from the movie, and proceeded to cover the Bob Dylan song, "The Man In Me." It was a moment that gave us cold chills from a band that kept the goosebumps coming. Holy shit, they were good. Like a rock concert from 1970, these guys were for real and amazing. My new favorite live band.
The midnight movie showing wasn't unlike a Rocky Horror Picture Show showing, with a thousand innebriated people screaming, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, DONNY!" at the screen. And my god, the people were drunk. Falling down, passing out on the sidewalk, rolling down the hill, sleeping in the grass, threatening to call an ambulance if you don't get up and walk. During our walk back to the hotel, some dude, abandoned by his buddies, offered us fifty bucks to drive him to Lexington and then proceeded to drink from a lawn sprinkler.
At the after party, White Russians in towe, we found the man the "Dude" was based on, drunk out of his mind, entertaining his admirers, dancing to Kenny Rogers, and groping (literaly groping!) any girl who got close to him. After an altercation involving two of the previously mentioned drunk fucking-meat-head-jock-fraternity-types, he left, but returned a few minutes later for his things.
This is an actual conversation between me and the "Dude."
ME: (Holding up my White Russian in salute) Hey, Dude!
DUDE: Hey, have you seen my blue hankerchief?
ME: Wu... Wu has your blue hankerchief.
DUDE: (Smirks and continues his search)
Today, we found our way to Ear X-Tacy to buy a copy or two of the new Punk Planet and did a giddy little school-girl dance after we read it in the store. Driving home, we went the wrong way of I64 and didn't even notice because we were listening to the new David Cross disc and it was killing us with laughter.
Man in the black pajamas, Dude. Worthy fucking advisary.
On newsstands now is the July/ August issue (#62) of Punk Planet which features the following on page 134:
* Minni-Thins, The - EP, 2xCDR
On the Minni-Thins website, there's a track listing for a recent mix tape made by the lead songwriter of the band. Not surprisingly, the tape includes tracks by Built To Spill, the Beach Boys, the Modern Lovers and Pavement- all clear influences to the Minni-Thins infectious and pop-heavy rock. After listening to these two discs at least a dozen times each, the addictive quality of the music and the overall greatness of this band can't be denied. The Minni-Thins have got "it," that ephemeral quality possessed by certain A-list actresses and pop stars, but in a darker and more complex form. Live, the intensity and eerie depth of their sound is magnified, making these guys a sure bet the next time they pass through town. (JG)
Thanks, Julie, for all your kind words. The next time we pass through your town, we owe you beer.
Last night I saw the Shins in Columbus, making it the fifth time I've seen them in the fourth state. Anyways, I'm begining to think the Shins are incapable of playing a bad set, and drunkem mayem ensued.
Tonight, Damon and I are headed to Louisville for Lebowskifest. If you're not familiar with the Coen Brothers' amazing film, The Big Lebowski, I highly recomend you make your way over to the local video store to rent it. Hell, just go buy it! It's worth it, man.
As far as tonight goes... drunken mayem is sure to ensue.
In band news, our EP was just reviewed in Punk Planet, one of the coolest magazines around, and apparantly it was a favorable review- we're recieving emails from other press based on it. Damon and I will be doing a mailing on Monday to get the EP out to other press, and to the Midwest Music Summit (festival number two for the summer that we're trying for).
If you want to pick up our EP, you can do so by saying hello to us Friday, July 9th at Newport's Southgate House.
The people demand Chicago pictures... so here they are. Drive home gallery coming soon...

The trailer for "The Dreamers Club" (a short film by students at the Universty of Cincinnati, with music by The Minni-Thins) premiered recently at the UC seniors' showcase.
Check it out at the White Room Productions website. It's under "current projects."
Songs for the film will be available here asap.
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