Monthly Archives: August 2010

“A cat asked Coltrane, ‘When you’re out there doing that wild solo, what are you hearing?’ And he said, ‘The bass.’” –Mike Watt The four count rhythm between ten and two never worked for me. Putting a bass line to … Continue reading →

The point is, how do you know Emile isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” he tells you. Well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s … Continue reading →

They came to run the bar and eat sand eels and we threw things that to them must have looked like sand eels so they ate them and later probably regretted it.

The guy wearing them is a good dude, so his poor choices in footwear will be abided.

I get it: The idea is to keep pushing yourself, to find the bigger challenge, to cast to a fish that tests all of your abilities, or resides just beyond them, and hopefully get rewarded. But sometimes it’s not such … Continue reading →

Getting geared up, changing out the old backing, we got a big week ahead. That’s right, get out there and stick ‘em.

North Federal Highway, Boca. Established: Sometime back. Closed: 1993. (Quinn + 25′ Mako bought at gov’t auction + dull dolphin + block ice + Busch.)

Homestead.