Saturday, June 16, 2007

Meltin Hearts, D's version

Just click on it, Blogger cuts off the best part of the image.

6 comments:

que ferions-nous sans vous pour nous guider? said...

hey, guys. just wondering about strawberry picking in wisconsin...

if you are interested, when do you think you'll want to go? at the apple barn orchard, where we went in october, picking starts about the third week in june and goes into july. there are two weekends in july i cannot go, which are july 14th (boston) and 21st (cherry picking in homer glen, which you're welcome to come to as well). kate and matt are welcome to come, too. just let me know if/when you may want to go so i can get the time off work.

Deanna said...

Well, I can't go the first weekend of July, and we don't have too many other options...but I'll definitely do some cherry picking in Homer Glen.

que ferions-nous sans vous pour nous guider? said...

then we'll have either this sat. the 23rd, or july 28th... answer me soon guys

Jackie said...

well i can't july 28th for sure, because i'm a maid of honor in a wedding. ew.

and guess what? i get to go buy the new white stripes album tommorow instead of tuesday AND get a free 7" with it. it's nice to know everyone who works at the only good record store in this city.

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

realrealgood suggestion on the GW article. thanks richard.

I think we're gonna pass liz.

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

how amazing is this locust thing?! Ive seen maybe two in the city and heard NONE.I thought it was yet another news hoax--like people with no life. But Im out at my parents place today and they are everywhere. There are so many tempos and rhhythms going at once...its blowing my mind! if you get close to one, it seems to stop churning but if you sit there, still, it picks back up again, taking the lead so you can hear all the crevices of its groaning in sharp contrast to the scathing scratching of those at a great distance. My sister lives near a forest preserve around here--I just returned from her place and its almost unbearable--more harsh than the worst(or best) merzbow album. there are so many variations that Im gonna come back this week and tape tons of it and make an album. well i guess i'd just be the producer. there was a river with slight waterfall as well that usually sounds harsh like shattering glass but when accompanied by the locusts--the stream takes on a softness of warm honey. gorgeous. Im so glad I dont have to live around it.