Danny John-Jules

I totally saw Danny John-Jules on the 16 back from fraud traing this afternoon. Freaked my shit out!

Slavin' Away

Pearl Raleigh is finished. Got a new iPod. Thanks to Jon @ Grinder Bikes, always does good work(http://www.grinderbikes.com/), Stubborn11 got a nice Raleigh for himself. Good to see the Joy Boys, and as always, hot bubblegum on my spine. Thanks booze.

Decent Work For Decent pay (again)

Again, this is cracking my eggs. Reccomend getting this new album when it drops, or steal it like I did.

-I paid for his show and stickers, what do you want? And on the by, who is the new John Ashcroft? Anyone?

Auburn & Ivory

went to Fucked Up last night @ the Larimer. Met Vinny, had some pints, got thrown around dancing. I really thought people in this town would have been more charged(gbh-lol) about this show, but in typical Denver fashion, the crowd stood there while being poured upon and screamed at. I however was not as complacent, nor was my man Reed(who went to the 3pm free show @ wax trax and hosted an afternoon party for the band @  his place). The only thing more beat up than my left ear(thanks bass drum and treble sound guy, fucking git) is my knees. Haven't been that thrown around or abused @ a show since agnostic 5 years ago. Reed ran some great silk screens for the show, got four charlie manson posters out of it. Went to streets after, got beat by Vinnie in pool, and for some reason that Frankenstein asshole closed down @ 1:15. The place gets worse and worse. At least the juke doesn't suck pope dick. 

On the by, getting paid to recover today, and about to finish the white bike. Gotta get that cog first though. 

Advice to all reading, don't use your phone after 2am during the week. Stinger there...

San Fran-Chris-co

So stubborn 11 will recognize this guy even with the black out. The world is a small, strange place. I met this fine gentleman @ a Brooklyn roof-top BBQ thrown by the Legend and French Chris. Dude was from San Francisco, and his name was Chris, but being that the beer consumption was what it was and I am absolutely horrible with names, I had to make up a nick name so I could remember what to call him other than 'hey guy'. This guy was the tops. He was the only one that was willing to hunt Brazilian girls with me @ 3 AM in Fort Green with no locals to guide our drunk arses. I only saw him a few more times that trip, during which this good man slept in a park (because he couldn't find his way back to the apartment), rode more white horse than I have seen since, and constantly dodged calls from his girlfriend(once while getting head from a bird he met 20 minutes earlier @ the bar). He was in short, the hero of the trip.
Hadn't even thought of the guy in months until I was cruising Rebel 8 yesterday, and it turns out dude is good friends with Mike Giant.
Too bad I lost his phone number; I bet New Years would have been a real corker with this guy around.

furnaces

make the 50+ 'Remember' album the new year down load. 

-really.

New Diplo

The newest DIPLO is close to Florida. That is all we need know.

Vivian Girls

crushing the sage out East, or Marlboro in the August sun. The same angst, the same 'my, my, my.....'

shy and sad and coy with me

2009:

Snuck into this year in the midst of strangers that looked like past acquaintances, made an excursion into the west, made foolish mistakes, made some friends. I cannot get over the fact that my iPod loves The Jam so much. But I digress.

Was in San Francisco for the first time as an adult. Saw The Slackers for probably the 12th time, got a great picture of myself and dicso dave....(see above) I feigned being nervous post show to being way to fucking drunk, but at least I got the picture. I tend to get like that on vacation.

It was a less than 48 hour jaunt, and Lindbergo, Swissgaar and myself were enjoying the new and refreshing smack of a different city. It was urban, costal, brimming with women, bars and new sights, much like any other outward excursion. But the luster, smell and crackle of the fog and culture was very fitting to the slice of a new year on the cusp.

January was productive outside the horrible smack down that I was on the receiving end of @ work. I don't know, it was just children being children and me being the inescapable Hellickson that I am.

On a more current note...

Raping the Internet and Soulseek for music more so than I have in months, close to finishing the pearl Raleigh this week. Netflix is being dismantled no matter how much I add to the queue. Tax return was systematical torn down like scabs on a leper for the want I had been thirsting upon for the previous six months.

Lindbergo was caught cheating (almost(R.I.P. GW)). Gained weight, but look to shave, slice, and cut off in the approaching months of warmth.

Warm yourself by the fire, it will become far more interesting.

straying past sunday

another weekend with hellickson, documentation will follow.