Brian Setzer back in the day.
My Intertunnel friend from the wrong coast, Casey Klahn, at work at his easel. He is a very fine artist. He exhibits a kind of bravery in his work. Boldness.
It is a solitary thing to make things, and it’s always piquant to get a look at people when they’re working at it.
See more of his work at The Colorist.
My Intertunnel friend from the wrong coast, Casey Klahn, at work at his easel. He is a very fine artist. He exhibits a kind of bravery in his work. Boldness.
It is a solitary thing to make things, and it’s always piquant to get a look at people when they’re working at it.
See more of his work at The Colorist.
In Hardwood Groves - Robert Frost
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again To fill the trees with another shade, They must go down past things coming up. They must go down into the dark decayed. They must be pierced by flowers and put Beneath the feet of dancing flowers. However it is in some other world I know that this is way in ours.
Joe Jackson was one of those fellows like Elvis Costello, and Sting, and a couple hundred other guys from the eighties, that wore skinny ties and snarled to make a buck, but wished they were doing dinner theater the whole time.
Now, Steely Dan — they pretended to do dinner theater right from the get-go, while the whole time they were Beelzebub’s function room house band.
So now, the square is circled. Any major dude could tell you that.
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