Golden Shoulders

[yourshape]

This is the first entry of the tour diary of my tour of California and the other western states with Karl Blau and Kyle "Little Wings" Field. We played music every night and felt more alive than ever before every day. I was shoeless most of the time. It was February 24th through March 10th, 2001. The Golden Shoulders was the name/theme of the tour but it quickly became the name for our trio of superhero selves, with our superpowers changing and getting stronger each day. Stay tuned for the complete story. Maybe we'll get Kyle and Karl's versions up here sometime too.
KYLE FIELD, KARL BLAU, PHIL ELVRUM
For the first show Karl played in Anacortes and Kyle and I played in Portland, this was Saturday, Feb. 25th, 2001. We met up with Amber and stayed at the sweet Birdsnest for a few hours before getting up at 4:30 to meet Karl's 4:45 bus from North. He greeted us in the predawn with the other bus station scrubs wearing a white robe, safety goggles, and a big pantyhose/ cotton head dress. A swelling feeling to start the day and tour, zooming south in the dark. It got pink to the left around Salem and we pulled off in Eugene at 6:45 for breakfast at a college food place. Switching drivers, skating in the chilly brightening parking lot, going out to the coast through a foggy winding valley drifting in and out of sleep, Amber drove. (TIMES! The night before in Portland here's what we did: I played songs wearing Karl's waist length boots, no explanation. Towards the end I asked if someone could get me a drink of water. Kyle said Yeah from the back of the room and I played a song. He came up with 2 cups after and tripped, spilling one on my legs. I grabbed one of the cups and threw it at Kyle who had on a big rubber apron and he was all of a sudden holding a guitar and started singing "there was no shape to what I saw…" and then there was a Little Wings show. He played on the floor right in front of the microphones, weirdly impromptu, nobody knew what was going on.) So, we drove south and had Eugene breakfast and continued west to the dunes where we entered the sand with flip flops and Kyle's Mexican blanket, some fruit and water and a camera, trekking through where 4-wheelers attacked us to the hill we ran down and got sandy hair and ears and hyperventilated and ecstatic. Kyle went nude. It was spiritual (as usual) there. The whole time we're having hilarious conversations and the inside jokes are on a whole larger level now. Our minds work fast. We stopped at a wild beach still in Oregon and Kyle vitally attacked the water after staring at it naked in a blowing blanket like Dean Moriarty. Totally. It's that insane traveling excitement I wanted all through high school. Mighty humans flopping around in the surf, or lost in the sand, closely connected with the ground we're standing on. We got to Arcata after a whole day of driving and joking and snoozing and Amber left with her brother and we went to the house where we played. We get to the places early now and spend hours thinking about the show. Performing is the ultimate thrill right now. I remember when I had no interest at all, skepticism that a feeling could be conveyed without careful improvisation. I have changed, I want to mess everything up now. I suck the marrow out of the nervous anticipation. The house was old and kinda falling apart, dim, Christmas lights. There was an arched doorway connecting 2 rooms, wide, and we put up strips of newsprint when it was time for us to play. Also, we had a banner that said "Live! Tonight!" on the side of the car parked in front. Live tonight. So we were all enclosed in this little room and supposed to be on stage. No one could see us and we were the center of attention. We started speaking in tongues and losing our minds and Karl's electric guitar started strumming then Kyle and I died down and Karl sang through the paper while Kyle painted "Golden Shoulders Tour" backwards so it showed up through the paper forwards. It looked so amazing to see the letters just etch-a-sketch themselves and Karl's silhouette singing sweetly. I went in the room with all the people with a monster mask on and cut a mouth hole and Karl's mouth appeared and continued to sing. Later I cut 2 arm holes and he stuck his arms through and I handed him a guitar and tried to squirt fake blood on the paper but it didn't really work. So it was a wall of paper holding a guitar and a mouth hole singing. It was crazy from both sides, Karl pressed up against a flimsy barrier shooting his heart through 3 small holes. Kyle went out into the room with my coat on and the monster mask so they thought it was the same guy, so ambiguous, and started to paint a face around the mouth hole and then speech bubbles that said "Be with me" and then they turned into moose antlers and Karl couldn't see any of this. He made up a song and I was behind him thumping a bass drum intuitively. When he finished there was an awkward silence and then Kyle started singing/chanting "I will not be a prisoner" and we joined in and all started jumping up and down. The pressure was intense, the wall up all through Karl's set made this weird feeling of separation and then the mounting volcanic feeling of our swelling chanting popped with us bursting through the paper with fists, swords, Karl backwards in oyster farmer suit. There was a clear sensation of "gasp!" and joy that we were finally visible, Karl suited, Kyle in a trance, and I had a wooden sword. We instantly shuffled ourselves into position to play and sing Little Wings songs. I played bass drum and sang, Karl noodled guitar. It was exciting, Kyle was out of breath the whole time, we were all so into each other and everyone felt sort of nervous, a little confused, but also heard these beautiful songs. When it was my turn to sing I just said Hi to everybody and spoke for like 15 minutes, dismantling the potential alienation of the paper and masks and antics. I told about funny things, our tour, etc… I sang songs sideways in the middle of the room leaned up against one side of the arch and the other guys chimed in with singing and guitars. It was nice, they both broke blood capsules in their mouths when I sang "the Glow pt. 2" and Kyle had an intense trickle going down his chin. Karl drank all his. After the show we sold stuff out the back of the car, swap meet style, on a blanket, Kyle had a costume on "Hey Pheel. How much for these CDs?" "Oh, teen" "Yeah, We'll go teen on those. We been trying all this stuff out, works. It all works." Funny, sort of weird. People didn't really laugh, they just wanted to buy a CD and we were acting it all up. So inappropriate and hilarious. We stayed in Eureka in a dysfunctional housemate situation and I had a samurai battle to get the drunks to leave the room, triumphantly gaining my independence and falling asleep. I woke up kind of early because it got really cold over the night and we silently left, avoiding more contact with the chumps.

[yourshape]

Golden Shoulders Tour pt. 2
This is the continued tour diary from a trip through California and the other states with Kyle from "Little Wings" and Karl from "Karl Blau". We are now waking up in Eureka...
Breakfast back in Arcata and then zooming south on 101 past eucalyptus groves and forresty hills. Redwood tunnels, rivers and chainsaw sculptures. Elfin nooks and creepy forest people. There was a pillar of smoke coming out of the trees on a distant hill. We stopped in Willits and ate, petting a cat on a table in the sun. Just coasting down the coast, beautiful ocean. We almost ran out of gas just north of Santa Cruz and were saved at sunset by a hidden town in the hills. Orange gleam in the sky. I stood in the parking lot of the mexican gas station and looked at the glowing yellow sign with the prices on it against the sky, the sky was the kind of blue in frozen lakes, lit from the back and like it was printed on black rather than white. Some of the brighter planets and stars where appearing already and over the hill towards the west a disappearing red wash got weaker. I had no shoes on. I ate an orange and Karl followed his nose to the frying smells inside. Kyle followed his heart to the payphone. That's us. We got to Hugh and Carrie's and went over to the show. SANTA CRUZ! We had a banner behind us that said "Live! Tonight! Above Sea Level" and also we painted out the lyrics of the Bjork song, "I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl" and we sang them out in the cul-de-sac under our breaths all together practicing. Then we started the show with Hugh and Josh holding the lyric banner up in the middle of the room and singing it all together loud. I broke my blood capsule on the last note and went off, yelling powerfully, all 3. Kyle played and Lee solo-ed over it and I played and sang too. I played second and told a story and then had Kyle hold a guitar out and hold his leg up, yoga style with the other hand propped on Karl, creating a bodily sculpture with guitars. We played the beginning notes of "the Pull" and I ran in circles around Kyle's pillar leg and each time I passed the guitar I strummed it, circling faster to get in the rhythm of the song and getting dizzy. I collapsed on the floor and started singing. We ended the song with me jumping off the chair in a rock and roll kick and doing all those rock and roll moves. Oh, I just remembered that in Arcata we all 3 had subtle ponytails. Ha ha! I had an acrobatic set. Sold stuff, had fun, fell asleep in Hugh and Carrie's sweet sweet smelling little room. I'm on tour right now for the first time feeling powerful and alone. These exciting shows make me stronger, I wear my new flip flops, I have sand in my hair, I don't have anyone to write to or call. When I stood in the gas station parking lot north of Santa Cruz, "the Pescadero", looking up at the hot sky dimming I felt it all of a sudden. Solitary and mightily travelling. The sky and the sea nearby helped me get a sense of lonesome power. My hands have ink stains, my knuckle has a cut, evidence of work and play, cold toes feel the air, fruit at my feet, birds, every minute there's a brilliant idea or affirmation from or to K and K. This tour feels like the "beginning" of it all. I am in love with this vicious vitality, the very beginnings of a loud spring, the way Kyle eyed the gnarly sea and then ran in, that sort of mighty smallness is everywhere these days. I am lucky. "We live incredibly fascinating lives! Look at us! We're delighted! We're glowing!" Vicious vitality on the beach. With prayer flags that say "I'm not a planet at all" and "Tears in his eyes when he sleeps" and "KNW-YR-OWN SONGS, voices, tone, choices, home", our lyrics interpreted by each other with pictures and caligraphy. That was in Oakland, full room, Kyle with a beer belly and sunglasses and Reno hat, Karl in a robe, furry leggs, crazy head mask. I had flip flops, a lei, and my winter hat. This tour is living life full. We are expanded people. I had a new 7" come out there. Before each show the 3 of us are in an excited fervor preparing for the show. I have never cared so much about a show. Every night we're painting banners, huddling to sing a new song together, etc... In Oakland we were on the nasty sidewalk painting scrolls with bare feet because our shoes were weighting the paper down when the trucks drove by. I washed my brush in the oily gutter like a paiting mountain man in his city stream. Skateboarding. In Santa Cruz we played the most beautiful show ever on the beach. I made really nice posters and sent them down from Olympia, no one really said anything about it, the bonus of purposeful poster art.
We got there sort of early and constructed a wind screen and a big fire with big benches. The work in the sinking sunlight was satisfying. Shovel, orange legs. Each of us hauling logs from distant parts of the beach to burn or build with. Booming waves and flocking birds. So many people showed up right at nightfall, they looked biblical. Jeff Manson and Rick Swan started the show wandering around the fire with a drum and banjo and guitar singing. I ran around and took pictures of Karl's oyster tending face lit by embers and the glowing blanket wall and a girl's ponytail against the blue night and crescent moon. The most magical show ever. After their last song I stood up on the fire pit right in the smoke and told people to "Gather! Come Forth! We have travelled far, you have much to learn from us!". Karl and Kyle stood in front of me and I got on their shoulders, they were standing and I held a guitar and sang "Map", they sang too and played guitar, it was amazing to say the words of the song and have myself be in the song, living it. Towering over a fire with black figures in the sand watching. It swelled and they danced me like a puppet and I tried to topple. I leaned catastrophically over a small crowd and didn't fall. I wanted the painful soft impact of singer against listener to be enacted physically, but I didn't fall. They held my legs tight and sang with me. Then Karl got a guitar and sang songs to everybody from different places, sometimes falling back quietly into the dark, remixing with voice and distance. We sang together, he got everyone to sing with him, requesting reptiles, birds, alligators, etc... Animals on the beach. Kyle's songs were nuts. He ran and squirmed. For the last song he had me and Karl hold him upside down and he played guitar like a bat. He is heavy. We pulled him away in mid song to the surf. He sang louder from the distance "I won't be burned by anything...". We were all 3 alone in the dark all of a sudden, not the center of attention at all, instantly back in the car or something. We walked back to the fire laughing with our arms around shoulders. There was an excited puppy at our feet yapping. People had gotten up to the fire to warm themselves and were talking. I got a guitar and played the beginning to "the Glow pt. 2" 3 times. First really loud on the ground, then medium loud right into the faces of 2 strangers, then softly standing on a log over the fire. I played the rest of my songs there. K and K were chiming on guitars. It was sweet. Oh, as part of Kyle's set we all 3 were sprinting in a huge ring around the crowd, rounding them up and yelling "I'm in love with everyone and everything they've ever done" over and over and I was gently patting each person on the head as I passed. Also, in Oakland when I had them join me in song we were wandering around the room doing a dischordant drone and I walked through the audience, I sat down on the back of Hugh's chair and it tilted back towards me. I slowly leaned back onto his head and he leaned forward, creating a platform for me to lie on. It was awkward, did I know him? I hoped people thought I didn't. The physical aspect of singing is really getting explored, I'm excited all the time, walking through Santa Cruz's prehistoric cacti with a cut on my foot, dirty hands, full stomach and racing mind. Before the show in Oakland we went up 6 of us squished in the car; Carrie, Hugh, and Josh, up the 1 along the beautiful coast, the artichoke fields and the mossy headlands and the gleaming sea, to San Francisco. Not even realizing we were in a city, we came to this place on the oceanside called the Sutro Baths and the Musee des Mechaniques which is an incredible collection of coin operated novelty machines, cinematographs, fortune testing machines, laughing women, galloping horse, ragtime pianos, marching bands, boking robots, stereoscopic view presentations (I saw one depicting the catastrophy of the great SF earthquake) all amazing. We were overwhelmed the whole time. As we walk out the door the sun is flaming up the sky over these 2 rocks. We all gasp and seagulls fly across it. We could see swells rolling slowly and powerfully in. The baths and ruins of a luxurious playground, the painting of heavenly baths above the Olympia murphy bed, that's where they are. Ruined glassy pools by the sea, there used to be a roller coaster and a railway. I'm coming back. We are now resting at Hugh and Carrie's before heading out shortly to San Luis Obispo. Kyle's off at Kinkos making the packaging for "Souvenir Golden Shoulders Blood Capsules $2.50" and Karl's typing a lyric book. We are so into this.
There was a major earthquake near Olympia yesterday. I couldn't get through on the phone and I was scared all day but it's OK. I talked to my friends and everything's OK. We are in sunny California waking up with the peaceful birds and resting cats, reading in the sun, then going out to breakfast. Josh has some incredible wisdom to say. It's nice to be near him. We all went out late last night for spontaneous milkshakes. I can't sleep too long in the mornings because of who is here with me, we all wake up and attack the day together, not all the way rested but our vigor drives us straight into it. Our bodies will pay but it won't affect us until we get home. We are on a drunken spree, drug addled and ferocious with no drugs! The warming weather propells us. Last night I got lean over the fire and sing "the billowy flames lit up my face" while hot plumes rose past my nose and eyes. I don't know how much better of an experience I could have. I feel like a brilliant newborn dragon or some kind of supreme being. I feel good. I'm having a good time. My bubble will pop.

[yourshape]

GOLDEN SHOULDERS TOUR pt. 3

This is another continuation of a tour diary from Feb. 24th to Mar. and #1310;th, 2001 with the Microphones, Karl Blau, and the Little Wings. We left
off in Santa Cruz after playing on the beach while an earthquake shook our
homes.
Now I am in Goleta, Calif. and it's Sat. Mar. 3rd, 2001. It's 3:00 in
the afternoon and they've been noisily hammering the roof across the patio
all morning. I'll try and get down as much as I can, it's been EVENTFUL.
Tonight is our last show befor we part ways with Kyle. Southern California
has it's hold on him in some ways, sunny hair, the power of his contrast in
San Luis Obispo's downtown business association makes sense. I got to skate
recklessly down the hills with him there, through flowery tree tunnels and
over questionable concrete. Train went by, earthquake, automobile massacre.
We ate a luxurious meal at Sienna's and all went down to Linnaea's in the
"truck". Brian Malloy was there. People were sort of there ready for a
show, sort of not. We went into the back patio and Brian tied a skateboard
to my back over my sweater. I went in playing "the Pull" chord and K and K
did too, all wandering around. Kyle and I went up to this guy with a
whipped creamy drink who was trying to get to the front and blocked his path
with our droning chord. People were all sitting around watching. I walked
through the sea of seated people and started singing. Some people were
behind me, I was in the middle of the room, watching nothing, an empty
stage. I played a set of songs, sometimes using my beckoning arms to scoot
everyone forward, it was crowded. I got up on the railing and perched and
sang, tapping my foot on the upturned bass drum for rhythm, sometimes
leaping over to the piano for a song. After I finished I lied on the
skateboard on my back and they pulled me out the back door. (We don't exist
at all in the universe of bands, vans, merch., sleeping in, detatched lack,
etc...) Karl ran in and just started singing "Moth/Sloth" and people clapped
him along, Kyle and I appeared singing the bass notes, then it was a Karl
Blau set. We accompanied him, I played guitar and harmonized. It's fun,
our voices sound good together. For Kyle's part we all donned costumes
right there in front of everyone. Kyle pulled his clothes off and reavealed
a prophet's robe underneath already. I took my shirt off and wore the crazy
furry pants and novelty sunglasses, Karl had an "ambassador Gorgok" suit.
We all of a sudden were insane. I bit my blood capsule and people gasped.
I heard muttering "Phil's bleeding from the mouth!". Kyle started chanting
"I will not be a prisoner" and we stood high. I held the bass drum over my
head with one hand and was so close to falling the whole time, Kyle stood on
the rickety railing really scary. People were tense and enthralled, they
spontaneously clap and sing along. Somebody was singing from one of his
lyric books hymnally. He knows everyone here. At the end it was intense.
He took off the robe and had more clothes on underneath. Threw the robe to
the back of the room. Threw one of my shoes, someone caught it, surprised.
He threw his guitar and someone caught it. He picked up a metal folding
chair and everyone was scared. He gracefully passed it back, there was
magical love for him coming from people, intimidated and cared for. He
shook the mexican blanket out and layed out a swap meet style merchandise
thing for us all. Sold lots in a frenzy, I walked around out in the street
with no shirt and a bloody face and chest. Animal understanding. (I just
watched an alley cat shit and bury it in a rough back yard here, digging
paws.)
We slept at Sienna's, I slept in a girl's bed who was maybe not coming
home, maybe she would, so there was the exciting thought of awkward snuggles
while I slept. She never came home of course. It was nice to be in a soft
bed, girl smell, it's a change. We hung out in SLO all day, checking email,
buying records, eating food, skateboarding, etc... Drove after dark to
Goleta stopping at "Pea Soup Andersen's" to pee. Karl rode with Brian.
Kyle and I talked about things, corridor of terror, there must have been
some kind of race going on on the freeway because people were insane, not
people at all, machines! Distant oil platform lights. We got to the
abandoned strip mall and addressed people like "Hello, is this where the
revolution is meeting?" Huge stage, amazing show. Everyone milled around
aimlessly. I took a refreshing spin on the skateboard and played cardboard
box soccer in the wide empty parking lot. Then it was time to start moving.
We painted a long banner across the front of the stage, hanging between
the 2 speakers that said "SPEAKER TO SPEAKER" and dragged all the couches to
right in front of it. 2 girls asked to play a song before us so they played
on the couch, the banner was all lit up over their heads. After they played
Kyle was in the back of the room and he started running in circles around
all the people, no one left. He ran faster and faster and Karl and I played
a soundtrack drone. He was leaping over couches and finally collapsed and
went right into a song, completely out of breath, struggling for each word.
The theme of the night was imposing limitations on ourselves. An
accentuation of the huge stage to point out it's absurdity. He sang and
gradually regained his breath, I sat on the back of one of the audience
couches and fell backwards, almost into this girl's lap, and then slid down
so my head was on the floor and my feet were in the air, the blood ran to my
head and I felt it swell, I stayed like that and played guitar on Kyle's
songs, sometimes singing but mostly just watched while he softly sang and
explained "the Shredder" and actually cried. He had red eye makeup on that
made him sort of look beat up, blood running down his mouth. He instantly
looked intense just sitting there. Then he was done. We had a football
style huddle then a "GOLDEN SHOULDERS!" break and went out yelling "Ok Blau!
Go get em! Show em what you're made of!" and pantomimed sports moves. In
the middle of that awkward lack of music I leaned into the ear of a girl on
the couch and whispered "Take the hands of 2 people you don't know and take
them to the stage, have them take 2 people they don't know" and Karl started
singing "Moth/Sloth" and we did the bass notes while sending people to the
stage. It felt so good to reach out and have the stranger on the floor or
couch take my hand and follow me. The stage was packed with people. Karl
started playing guitar and singing up there, with the banner barrier it was
suddenly a cozy nook in the middle of a huge imposing room. I emptied the
bass drum and passed out our articles of costume to strangers, draping a
nasty rubber apron around a girl with clean dyed black girl hair and a
fancy dress, putting a nasty rubber monster mask on a stranger, draping a
gymnastics medal around some guy and then shaking his hand in
congratulations, all while singing along with Karl. He asked "What about
me?" and I put the blanket over his shoulders. I took the rainbow wig off
and put it on some guy. Brian became Santa, ringing a liberty bell. I wore
the rubber boots. (Oh, I just remembered in Santa Cruz Kyle turned to me in
the middle of his set and sang "When you ask me to sing I feel like my heart
will burst with pride" then turned back to the audience and continued his
songs) So, Karl played all his songs on the stage. At the end of "Down In"
I pulled the blanket over his whole body and he crumpled on the ground and
sang the next song as a lump on the floor. I unveiled him and continued. I
ran out to pee and when I returned it was my turn. I said roughly "I'm
gonna need everybody to get off my stage" and they did, taking me seriously.
The limit I imposed on myself was to accentuate and strengthen the
oppressive stage. I played behind a banner sitting on top of a ladder
singing through the PA. It was impossible to make any human contact. I
started talking for like 15 minutes about where we're from and what we're
doing, etc... Kinda Neil Hamburger but without the bad jokes, no jokes at
all, just bad uncomfortable separation. I wasn't speaking sincerely, I was
obviously lying, I was far away, I was trying to explain why I was doing it
but not doing a very good job at all. I kept going "uhhhh" for a long time
and clearing my throat. I didn't play at all, I wasn't even completely
being separate because I was taking about striving for eye contact, so it
was all very bad and weird, like I was punishing people or something. I
kept apologizing, Kyle kept coughing violently and farted off to the side.
Finally I played songs, making commentary in between each song about how the
experiment was going. "OK, OK, some light applause, mild laughter, still
pretty uncomfortable". It was so weird. On top of that I tried to put
sincere emotion into each song. K and K were on the couch 10 ft. below me
tinkling guitars. I played some songs and then said "Fuck this" and came
down, karate chopping the banner with a loud "Hiyyyah!". We finished the
show with a couple of songs and the spur of the moment announcement that
we're playing another show later that night at a party. Then we
disassembled and sold many CDs and things. I got my picture taken with
girls. We drove back to Candice's where we were gonna stay and got ready
for the party. Walked there, I had a dreadlock style knit hat hanging over
and I strutted and slack-jawed joyfully, Karl was ambassador Gorgok and
Kyle was bloody and stoned. On the way there he spoke through a megaphone
in hushed tones at full volume about "We're going to play music now at a
party, folk music from the Pacific Northwest, everyone's invited, join us".
WE got there and waited to get everyone into the carpeted room where Karl
was singing all organically, as soon as the garage doors closed I walked in
front of him in mid sentence and took my shirt off, me chest said "Let's
Party!" in magic marker, my back said "Who Farted?" and I pulled off my
stoner hat and had a rainbow wig and I put on the hidden oversize novelty
sunglasses, an instant transition into a raging party animal, I held the
airhorn up and stood there yelling "Let's party!" Kyle started banging the
piano, I started jumping around in my stupid costume, I stopped yelling and
Kyle continued to tinkle the piano while I told people my name was Phil and
this was the Microphones! Was it?! He kept playing and I asked him to stop
so I could play a song on the guitar. He didn't. I went up to him and said
"Kyle, we talked about this. You'll have your chance to play. Don't worry.
Could you please stop? Please?" But he wouldn't, just quietly playing. I
instantly lost my temper, I tore off the wig and threw it at his face
"Fucking Asshole!" It looked real. He right a way started singing a song.
When he finished everyone clapped and I said "Everyone stand up! Everyone do
jumping jacks! Dance party with no music! Now everyone freestyle rap! 1! 2!…! 4!" then I banged on the piano while the 15 people jumped and rapped. I
started playing softly and singing "I felt my size" and sas they petered out
my song became more audible. Then I played some more songs softly and
people gathered around me. It wasn't even a show, it was a crazy improvised
skit where everyone was lovingly participating. Kyle became a coin operated
machine and girl put a quarter in his mouth. Karl somehow got everybody to
moan, walk around like singing zombies. Nobody was afraid of anything, we
were militantly reclaiming ecstatic glee from the air. There was a huge
sense of revolutionary joy in the tiny carpeted room. On the walk back we
were also a parade, some drunk party girl tried to get someone to kiss her
on a bet from her drunk party friends. Ambassador Gorgok said "In the land
of Gorgok we do not know what a cheek is." in his low monotone. We were
free. Burritos. Today we slept and walked through the sunny streets with
wet hair and no socks. Creative all the time, lustfully enjoying even
waking up to obnoxious hammering and performance farts!

to be continued.

[pantingfish]

This is awesome, what is it from?

[yourshape]

i was listening to the Walla Walla boot and Phil talked about a column he had on the now defunct AnacortesOnline. i was specifically looking for the scathing letter he wrote to him mom about Christmas but that part of the site wasnt archived.

replay.waybackmachine.org/20020211021046/http://anacortesonline.com/columns.tpl?columnistid=9

i cant find part four but theres some oter stuff on there too

[yourshape]

kind of annoying that its a giant wall of text

[shorton]

Reading this was so amazing, thank you endlessly for posting it.