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Lamictal Glade: April 2014
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014. Hosts Samantha Sigmon and Martin Bemberg chat it up with Gwendolyn Wind, up and coming Queen of the Scene. In this episode we discuss the local music scene and other stuff. Recorded, produced and engineered by Martin Bemberg of villewave records. Posted by Lamictal Glade. Tuesday, April 22, 2014. We Must Tend Our Garden. I spend declining days beneath. The to and fro of sunshine. On one of two verandas. I lose at chess with heaven is pals,. And when my sweet-she comes to visit,.
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Avocado Family Records: THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING
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Monday, December 20, 2010. THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING. There are some things, that are happening:. Femme Uke has recorded a new "album" with me.new songs and the hits. Skinny Whiksers album is, like, done (or something)? I now live in Bellingham, work at Bayside Studios. Soon to be "Champion St. Sound"). I probably want to record you here. Though, I might move to Anacortes and commute here for sessions.it's complicated, OKAY? The debut Caulfield And His Magical Viol. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Lamictal Glade: December 2010
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Monday, December 13, 2010. I am of Arnold. Arnold Schwarzenegger invited us all to his cabin - more like a double-wide trailer - in the woods. It was rather hill-pretty and green, like that stretch of interstate between Ft. Smith and Fayetteville in April, May, or even June. We tried slaughtering him when he turned into "The Predator," even though he looked nothing like that alien thing we're all used to from the governor-filled films. He came back to life. Posted by Lamictal Glade. I Am The Life.
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Lamictal Glade: We Must Tend Our Garden
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014. We Must Tend Our Garden. I spend declining days beneath. The to and fro of sunshine. On one of two verandas. I lose at chess with heaven is pals,. And when my sweet-she comes to visit,. Sweet-she sits with me in wicker -. Sweet-she leans in close. As not to impede. I have gardens to tend. And so does she. We are the gardens. We tend for free. Hers is a nursery. Blessings counted sow the seed,. Contentedness to water her. Come the bloom: how they grow;. Pantry of a soul.
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Lamictal Glade: First in a while, and a long line I hope
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014. First in a while, and a long line I hope. Cody was pretty upset. He sent me and the rest of us some pissy text messages. Greens and yellows like the Costa Rica shirt I gave him, off my back, for his birthday last year. A savannah maybe, and some protective, electric or nuclear fencing guarding who knows what. What lay inside is lost now. And it looked like something out of the show Lost. When Moulder is in Costa Rica. Pretty skimpy. Posted by Lamictal Glade. I Am The Life.
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Lamictal Glade: December 2011
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Friday, December 30, 2011. Except I don't know what I am running from. I buy a sub-machine gun in the same way that Llewelyn Moss did in No Country For Old Men. Except I don't know what I am running from. I am a rebel like Carlos. I kill all sorts of fascists with my sub-machine gun. Sometimes it is a straight up machine gun. Posted by Lamictal Glade. Another night at the rec. I leave my table of friends and approach the bar at Roger's Rec to pay my tab. No, I didn't order this or this or this. I cannot ...
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Lamictal Glade: May 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011. My breath really does smell pretty deathy. It all started on TV. Mike Conley was playing for some Laker-colored basketball team most of whose members had ridiculous mohawks. Mike didn't though. And he wasn't wearing their jersey either, now that I think of it, so maybe he was on the other team. Way to go, Mike. Beat those stupid haircuts. Surely I will fail," I thought, mesmerized by the scoreboard. Were the ones giving her. A ride, but she. Posted by Lamictal Glade. I Am The Life.
