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just like honey street

roan again insisted on a "new song" for bed last night. i grabbed the guitar, this came out, i kissed him on his forehead and went downstairs to record it with my iPhone* and here it is.




*brilliant app called FourTrack

los marmots, what need herding

pee-dub's latest wake compilation is up. don't miss his swell nyc vid, either.

santa's yearly post-xmas address (redux)

craig, i have yet to discharge that anti-aircraft shell you gave me

snowman pogrom

a very dalton xmas

good night and good luck

power just went out. have about two hours of iPhone battery until the dalton clan vanishes in all this piling white.. . .

hunker down, bitches

they're saying 14 INCHES on the peninsula. last time I saw 14 inches, I was doin' a stint at folsom. cable's out—no phone, no internet, no porn. posting this from iphone. pray the ice weasels don't come.*

* in my hair.

hey: ELF YOU.

uh, this is just disturbing (thanks, lise).