Still more gangster shit

Bathroom stall, Harmon Hub (which is, not incidentally, a mound of garbage in a restaurant suit)

Dead crow

South 15th

More gangster shit

On a table at the taco truck, EZ Mart parking lot, South 11th

Man with gym bag on head, plus meter maid

13th/Yakima Ave.

Gangster shit

Alleyway, 16th/Ainsworth

Nashano Amfum

Around 2001 I thought it would be funny to make an entire record by a fake free-improv band, where I would play all the instruments and make up names and try to pass it off as some guys playing together in the same room. I went in the basement and recorded one track at a time from zero to about 8 minutes, rewinding and not listening to what I did previously everytime I moved to the next track. With a little digital editing at the beginning what came out was "Sepukku Control", by the band Nashano Amfum.

After one song the joke got old and the idea got boring and I wound up using the song on a Mechta album. I didn't think about doing it again until, while unemployed a couple years ago, I found myself with a little digital video camera and a bunch of time. Nashano Amfum was reborn in the basement as an improv duo:
Nashano Amfum "Million Dollar Mike Is Gay"

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Nashano Amfum "Tyne Daly"

There was a third video, entitled "Negative Culo" that appears to be gone.

south 13th and sheridan

dead raccoon, south 15th and market

south 9th

no pee pee

1st proud flesh show in 2 years, tomorrow nite

hardcore landlord

Russ Dahler is/was in/is the band Vamanos. He used to run a small club called "Silent Studios" which was a neat space, except for the fact that his band Vamanos played every single show. They were kind of a Sonics/JSBX ripoff without any tangible personality or interesting songs. If you listen to Mechta's "Let's Get Gay", which was recorded at Silent Studios, you can hear Russ say "These guys suuuuck" into one of the recording mics about two minutes in. I'm pretty sure he was joking but I will use that to justify this post anyway. He ran some kind of club/venue/opium den in a retail space next to Guitar Maniacs that apparently was called the Stereo Lounge. Apparently he really pissed off his landlords, the owners of Sanford & Son, because one day all the window coverings were gone and it their place was the sign you see above you. Along the sign were assorted accoutrements allegedly found in the space, like this raunchy bondage thong.

and this issue of "Drummer" magazine, which has since confirmed my suspicion that drummers are totally gay.

and this can of Tinactin. Apparently butchering "Boss Hoss" gets your feet sweaty and covered in Bacteria (wife ed. note: it's fungus).

and all these other gay bondage wank mags on a green desk.

I have no idea what he did to warrant this public of a reputation rape, but jesus. They've started cleaning it out, so the mountain of liquor bottles and cat shit is slowly making its way out, and soon this monument to how exactly small this town is will be gone forever.

mcchord air expo 2008

james knows a lot about aircraft. he was my guide through the expo. he is moved to tears during the demonstration of the awesome power of the f-15. he also wants to touch the f-22 in its private places.

this is the f-22. we weren't allowed to go anywhere near it because there was a soldier with a large assault rifle sitting in a folding chair with a look on her face that said "step across this rope and i will shoot your ass". it is the future of air combat and is gorgeous.

this is inside the ass of the c-5 galaxy, my favorite airplane in the whole world. it's really, really fucking big.

this is a totally art fag picture of the c-5's tail.

the c-5 is a giant air-shark that devours interested spectators.
more pictures when jamey sends them to me.

ainsworth

unknown carcass, near pile of shit

jason lee

I am an Obsessive Lounge Singer, You are an Ulcer