UFO mechanic, musician, photographer, old Toyotas and Fords, grumpy old skate slut after all these years. Doing the right thing then running like hell.
Twitter may be folding (hehe) but I keep finding old, fun files of my music from the 70s that tend to unfold:
‘And the winning horse is...’ by @spotinator is on #SoundCloud https://t.co/hik72zVeq4
@bbqdbrains Wow. Crazy timing. I just listened to "Imaginary Friends" while thinking 'bout doing a similar thing to old 4-track analog tapes crawling outta my files. Yer twistin' my brain while I watch 777s play jax at runway 24R.
‘Humors of Garlic/Old as the Hills/Ryan's Jig’ by SPOT is on #SoundCloud https://t.co/IMFOjN7TZH
Yeah, figured I'd put out an old recording on a Sunday afternoon. Yahoo...
@timnapalm I was being metaphoric too. The times were the times and continue to be. That's how it struck me after reading it. With old cassettes the sun eventually rises...
@timnapalm HOA on Red River? Who'da thunk it? It don't surprize me none. Why should it? As Austin's once genius stops for a frozen pizza... I can only stay up later at night. Like Hemingway. Alone. In the rain. With my old cassettes.
It's been ages since I posted anything on my website. Social media (whatever that is these days) kinda ground me down a while back. Maybe I'm trying again?
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