Can’t take credit for the idea. It was the one fond of bacon.
Taken at Indio, California, during the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival. Surrounded by 75,000 like-minded individuals. So incredibly inspiring.
Keep The Car Running by Arcade Fire.
The man died before I was born, but managed to teach me how to play a guitar.
Baby Please Don’t Go by Muddy Waters.
My grandmother told me this is where I was, after seeing some drawings I made. It was the first time I saw how transparent a thought and a few lines could make me. You don’t ever wanna go showing your cards.
Anyhow, It was years ago. I just happened to be thinking about it, and her.
Lovers’ Waltz by A.A. Bondy.
And I’m not the losing kind.
Love it.
Made this for my friend Alexis and her new home. She’s awfully nice and fond of bacon.
Come On Up To The House, a Tom Waits song covered by Thrice.
Revisted from 1/17. Couldn’t let this one be.
One day. Don’t know which, but surely one of them.
Found use for these catalogs addressed to old tenants.
The River Knows Your Name by John Hiatt.
The 24-year long war with my sweet tooth rages onward.
I’ll Believe In Anything by Wolf Parade.
Watch me now.
Saw these guys recently at The Wiltern for the second time with some friends, longtime fan.
Major Label Debut by Broken Social Scene.
Especially confusing in school situations.
I’ve got a problem.
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel.
92 triangles.
Digging My Own Grave by Thrice.