Monday, August 23, 2010

Trey's Couch

rock star couch - $20 (Fells Point)

This is a great couch that folds out to a sleeper. What's more... it was once owned by Trey Anastasio (Phish). It's in pretty good shape, and the price is right.

You'll need to pick it up... evenings are best.

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Bonnaroo 10

What's for breakfast?

When my brother was younger he ate some mushrooms (too many) and was almost killed. He smashed the window of an acquaintance's house and walked in because he "thought God was inside." He was lucky he wasn't shot by the homeowner. Apparently the home owner confronted him and he said "What's for breakfast?" and sat down on the couch. The cops were called and he wrestled with them.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Heady Baby

Telluride 10

A mexican cleaning lady came into the telluride clinic late last week. She was complaining that she had been up all night seeing weird shit and feeling very strange. Turns out she was cleaning a condo post phish and she ate a brownie that she found all wrapped up. Well it turns out that the brownie had fungus in it and she tripped for over 14 hours and had no idea what was going on.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Heady Brosevelt

All Good 05

So I’m at All Good in 2005. A half-dozen of us or so are camped next to a swamp. Its Friday night and I think Les Claypool and the Flaming Lips were headlining with some sort of shitty Particle late-night show. Anyway we dose ourselves proper and have a blast, getting back to the campsite around 5am we obviously crack a beer and watch it slowly get lighter out. We’re still absolutely FACED sitting around giggling, etc.

Its maybe 5:45 am, slightly light out but still kinda dark. Its just light enough to see something moving in the swamp; we see reeds shifting around so it looks like some animal is moving its way through the swamp; actually looked really freaky for the 5 of us still faced on ‘cid in a totally unfamiliar part of the country (WV). We’re all kinda frozen with anticipation seeing this thing move toward the edge of the swamp which was just a little downhill from our site when suddenly a human figure crawls out of the swamp onto “dry-land.” This guy takes about a full minute to finally gain a standing position and about 20-25 feet away from us and stares at us. We’re all laughing and shit ‘cuz we had been watching for 10 minutes now.

After 5 more minutes the mood became a little awkward as “swamp-thing” was standing pin-straight staring at us from 20 feet away as it got lighter outside. We’re almost too high to stop laughing but finally we start the out-reach process: “Hey pal, what’s good?” “Good morning sunshine how ya feelin” etc. ABSOLUTELY no response for a good 15 minutes. We start testing his reaction capabilities by throwing a few empty beer cans at him which all hit him without him even blinking; couldn’t even tell what was happening.

Now its just awkward even though we’re still laughing. Finally we all start to slowly realize that he’s actually staring right at my friend Russell, a big burly dude with a bearded face; always beat red from laughing. He’s been staring at him the whole time!

Finally “swamp-thing” speaks, his voice all calm and trippy: “Hey you. Yeah you. You with the face [pronounced ‘foice’]. That that’s right I’m talking to you. You with that foice…” which is ABSOLUTELY not what you want someone staring at you and saying to you when you’re all twisted.

All of us kinda back off like ‘ok, he’s talking about Russell not us’

Russell himself goes from laughing to obviously feeling really uncomfortable. His laughter calms down and slows to almost a halt. All of us are almost speechless.

“yea that’s right. You with the foice…. That’s quite a foice…”

Swamp thing slowly takes 1 step back stares a Russell for a final 1 minutes, and slowly wades back into the swamp not to be seen again.

I swear Russell didn’t act the same for the rest of the summer after that. We call it the Curse of the Swamp thing.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Gorge 98

Speaking of that Gorge '98 2001->Mikes, I had something crazy happen to me in that moment.

I was down on the floor, and you know how the Gorge is so dry and dusty? Well I had these crazy bugers, like a whole nose full of crusties...and I was ona bunch of boomers at the time. Not a good combo...so I start excevating them...well maybe you can guess what happened next...

GUSHER! yep, I'm tripping my face of and I get this crazy massive nose bleed that is like pouring all over the front of my shirt! In a momenet of panic I try to decide what to do...I need help and I'm in the middle of teh crowd. I decide to run for help but for some reason am paranoid about getting busted, so I leave my chillum on the floor proped up and say fuck it. I run for help straight back to the VIP section...nose still gushing like crazy. I come to an usher and ask for help...the bastard points to the portapotties and I'm thinking fuck youyou fucking tool...You see Mikes is starting to groove in this very deep funk darl sinister way (listen to the show)...I need something clean.

So I look down and this ritzy chick sitting in VIP has this fresh clean pair of white cotton socks sticking out of her bag. I snatch them and run off.

I head back to my spot, cause it was a good spot and what do you know...my glass is right where I left it! Nose stops bleeding eventualy and I let hydrogen take my mind off of it.

It was still kind of a buzzkill though because if I danced to hard it felt like it was going to start bleeding again.

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Sacremento 93