It doesn't seem right that there are like a million songs about being in love with a girl but only one about encountering spectral cowboys doomed to eternally chase a herd of ghostly cattle.
One of my favorite things about George Lowe was he was constantly doing interviews and press stunts donning a full Space Ghost costume.
His interview with C-Span is one of my favorites.
I love that Italians in Sanremo are not afraid to yell and boo in their tuxedos and ballgowns if they don’t like the Sanremo results. You would think Carlo had shot Achille Lauro on stage
I bought some raffle tickets for LA wildfire relief organized by @SuperYakiShop with some cool prize packs if you win, you should too, even $5 helps:
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Impossible to find the words. David Lynch was a fundamental force of the universe, a towering iconoclast who bent the entire artform purely with the power of his subconscious. I can’t even process reality without him. Without Lynch there’s no Twin Peaks, no X-files, obviously no Gravity Falls. (My Bill Cipher voice was just a crummy Lynch impression.) But he’s so much more than that. He wrote little books about Buddhism and did morning weather reports and abducted random abandoned woody woodpecker dolls on the side of the road, calling them his “friends” and then ditching them later because they had “dark energy.” When asked to explain his art he calmly replied “no.” Trickster weirdo genius legend. Pour out a mug of black coffee for the king. There will never be another one like him. Miss you already, David