DC 9

took these before we went to duffy's to watch the pats game.

chilly mon

i was out on my bike yesterday and the weather was tropical.so warm they were handin' out free orange juice on the streets and you just have to drink it up. i got this great del jones record that i'm really digging.psychedelic afrikan funk. he recorded this record "positive vibes" in 1972 and only 500 original lps were made. cult classic. i had a great veggie burger too. took out ol' piney. had to put him on the street because he was rainin down on my floor and makin a big mess. his arms were brittle as bones.played a show with some bands. saw a few good friends who just got back in to town. felt good you know.... just like old times maybe. went down the basement to dj at this party and one speaker blew up. the next minute the toilets blew up and all sorts of sewer mess is running like a flood down the floor towards me. i left before in drowned.

NEW

we went down to delux in the south end. my favorite bar in the world. felt like home. got started with an ice cold absolut, followed by a tremont. felt so good after a day of walking around in the cold. we got some cigars earlier in the day and smoked them while we drank wine at sully's

mass ave.

i was in boston the past four days. i woke up today at five thirty to come back to new york. it's great to be back. i had a really fun time in boston and was thrilled to be able to see some of my best friends and family. i'm gonna post a bunch of photos. sikki sikk sikk

overdose

The Manual- by the klf
the true key to musical success?

The advice dispensed by The Manual includes: "Firstly, you must be skint and on the dole.[1] Anybody with a proper job or tied up with full time education will not have the time to devote to see it through... Being on the dole gives you a clearer perspective on how much of society is run... having no money sharpens the wits. Forces you never to make the wrong decision. There is no safety net to catch you when you fall." and "If you are already a musician stop playing your instrument. Even better, sell the junk." The book also foretells its own imminent irrelevance, The Timelords admitting that they are writing "a book that will be completely redundant within twelve months. An obsolete artefact. Its only use being a bit of a social history that records the aspirations of a certain strata in British society in the late eighties..."