This was the best live show I’ve ever seen. Freakin’ amazing. Electric and intense and raw and the lead singer, Casey, was the center of it all. If you weren’t there you should be pissed. You missed a hell of a show.
Well, one of them… there were several, actually, but this one is the only one I went to. And there are other good photos, mostly variations on these though. And Atlas (the baby, and isn’t that a awesome name?) was born the day before yesterday (or was it yesterday? I haven’t been able to keep track of the days in weeks). If the kid’s as rad as his parents, he’s set for a rad life.
Please wake me up in my dreams." Just rediscovering how awesome an album “Frank’s Wild Years” is. Seriously, you should give it a listen. Also “Romeo is Bleeding” off of Blue Valentine, very good. Merry Christmas, happy blah blah. Another post coming soon; this won’t satisfy my blogging addiction for today.
er, well, it seems that way. Katie wanted some pinup-like pictures, which I’m not posting, and some more normal ones, which are below. This was a fun shoot. As for the babies, four (five? six? depending on how close of a friend we’re talking about) friends of varying closeness have had kids in the last 6 months, and several more are expecting. None for me, thanks.
I’m sure someone else will move in and civilize the place now and it won’t be the hell house any more. This was a good way to go out though, beating a couch into submission with an axe and then burning it in the back yard, and then the fire trucks show up… yeah. I’ll miss it a little. That night with the fire was a perfect end to it for me: the right mix of madness and fun and hilarity, and also danger of decapitation/third degree burns.
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