Number One- Do not fuck up the Summer of Starbuck.

enable guest voting on your polls and you'll put up jb #'s.

do like I have done the past 45 summers.....drink your ass off while playing Stones as loud as your stereo will allow...oh....and stock up on good drugs too!

Joey wrote on Jun 17^th, 2010 at 12:17pm:

This makes young SCL salivate.

" SUMMER OF STARBUCK UPDATE:

-recording session booked for next saturday
-voice a bit tired after three gigs in four days, including a big street dance tonight in the western burbs
-foot healing nicely (thanks pam)
-views up slightly

NEW FOOTAGE: pug and josh in their hotel room @ shidoobee wildwood fest, 2008

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/53858437d8/mastermind-beatles-holiday-from-cryp...


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" Summers the time to enjoy some fine herb!   "



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".... today, I find myself in another sort of sonic abyss. I'm sitting alone in my apartment. My daughter is gone. My house guests are gone. Alice the cat is gone (I ate her with hoisin sauce). And the silence is deafening. I am doing that same kind of plummeting you do when you look at a Jackson Pollock too long, and I can't even hear the rush of the wind because I have my studio-grade headphones on. The silence, I am here to tell you, is deafening.

Everybody, by the way, thinks that when you fall into the abyss it's empty. Cold. Dark. Dead.

Naaah. Couldn't be nicer.

Me? I've taken the fall. Leap--make that taken the leap. Gathered both feet beneath me, made sure I could feel the mud scrunched up between my toes for maximum traction, and leaped. Lept. Leopt. I'm a leopard. And the water's not cold; it's warm. And the river's not dark; you'd be surprised how much you can see. And dead? Naaah. Teeming with life. Somewhere, they appear to be playing Wagner. Which is odd.

You want to soar beneath the surface, open your mouth, ingest it. Ingest all of it. Of course, if you did that you'd drown. Which is not the object of the exercise.

Me? I'm just swimming upriver.

Huck fucking Finn in reverse. Some days the current is so strong you're swimming at what seems to be a great rate when, in fact, the river bank is slowly going by... the wrong way. These days, though, I'm pleased to announce, headway is being made. I see less of the sun. I'm seeing lots of green. I'm at one with the river. Which is good, 'cause if you're not, there's more damned things swimming around next to you that would like to bite or otherwise fuck with you than you can shake a stick at.

The snakes make the best eating. Once you get good at it; once you've mastered your gag reflex, you just grab 'em, bite their heads off, and then slide 'em down your throat. Don't even have to stop swimming. Shit 'em out about a day later, bones and all. "


I THANK You all for your Time Today !!!!  

The  "  Annotated  "  ( Baked ? )  'kins ! ™

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http://artofstarving.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/couch.JPGw=500 !!!!

Starbuck wrote on Jun 24^th, 2010 at 2:17pm:


mmmm..

what is the melody we are to sing those words to Mr. Poet?

Teiz wrote on Jun 24^th, 2010 at 4:35pm:



what would JC say?

Teiz wrote on Jun 24^th, 2010 at 4:35pm:

meg, didn't i send that one to you?

do you need a byrds package ASAP?

' there is some great material in this thread . '

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Sparky :  " WHOOF !!!! "

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and so the summer of starbuck continues with the boys at target field on a beautiful feakin day.....the navy seals just jumped out of a c147 onto the field, and the vice admiral in charge of special operations is in the building and threwout the first pitch....so have no fear.... Your young bucky is safe. And Frankie is on the mound. All should go smoothly.