Someone stole Noah’s Wing in ground effect
I still think Noah should make one of these….
Soundtrack to Lumps Pants Party
This one’s in honour of Lump’s bird loving weekend in Park City, Utah.
Today’s selection: Piero Piccioni – Camille 2000 s/t (1969)
Pretty much sounds like it looks, sex music. Psychedelic, Italian, late-60s sex music for a psychedelic, Italian, late-60s sex movie.
Here it is: http://rapidshare.com/#!download|102dt|410099892|Camille.rar|141748
(Sorry gents, no zip available for this one. Also, don’t be fooled by the whole Rapid Share premium high speed thing. Just click on slow download, wait a minute or two, then hit the download button beside the obnoxious cartoon of a smiley dude.)
Does the Piers Cabin need a water tower?
I think this would be fitting…
Fabulous Terror takes over Sundance Film Fest
Mega Congrats to Brian Lye premiering Love Birds at the Sundance Film Festival this weekend.
Representing the Terrors on the International Scene. Way to make us proud!
check the trailer.
Rhythm n’ Soul, Blues n’ Jazz, Rock n’ Pop, Folc!
I made a drunken promise to start posting links to music on the blog. And, unlike every other drunken promise I’ve ever made, I’m following through on this one. So, fuck you Facebook.
Today’s selection: Mustafa Ozkent Orchestra – Genclick Ile Elele (1972)
It’s not rhythm and soul, not blues or jazz, nor rock, nor pop, and I don’t know what “folc” is so I suppose it could be that. What the shit is it then? It’s Turkish. Strange, wonderful Turk music. The soundtrack to the Turkish nightclub in my sex dreams. I’m picking it 1: because it’s great, and 2: because I’ve come to identify with the chimp on the cover. My monkey doppelganger.
Enjoy: http://www.mediafire.com/?ejenmjojnoz
metatarsals don’t compare to pelvis, but cuddling up to a paper pm cut out at night can warm a pal’s heart
as a conversation with pop went:
i got really stoked on this new thing where i hide in a small tree in our alley every tuesday morning at 7, when the garbage trucks ride by i leap onto the back. i clad myself in molson canadian beer shorts, sunglasses with neon arms, and nothing else. once on the back of the truck i wave a tea towel that has ‘go fighters!’ scrawled on one side of it and ‘fuck yeah cunts!’ on the other. I wolf howl at pedestrians and do air kicks with my free leg until the drivers see me.
the first six times it was sweet, the truck would stop, and the dudes who were a bit annoyed but generally stoked would get out and tell me to take a hike. they actually said that, ‘take a hike.’ After they would kick me off i’d keep the stoke going and bolt back home the long way screaming ‘go fighters!’ and ‘fuck yeah cunts!’, get into bed and sleep until eleven forty as though nothing had ever happened.
but the last time while doing air kicks i unfortunately wasn’t looking and booted a bus stop pole and my poor 3rd, 4th, and 5th metatarsals got broken. The drivers did give me a ride back home though, and wrapped my foot in my tea towel. i think we are going for beers next week. funny the people that you meet.
Hola Terrors
So i’ve been in Buenos Aires the past 5 weeks and just finished the design portion of my school work here. These are some renderings from the group project I was working on. BA has been an incredible city, amazing food and wine, and extremely affordable. I’ll tell you all about it when I’m back in Van, sometime in the next 2 weeks.
BOOM!
pm.
