What a groove the summer of 2004 was. I finally got the studio of my dreams and set it up all perfect. Stacia would split to work and Hazel and I would stay home and rock. She slept and I composed. She woke and got mad that I was two timing her with the computer. She chilled when I patted her back in rhythm. She likes the beat man. I got a little drummer on my hands. You’re fired Feinberg!

It Is an Easy

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We are cave men in three piece suits. Our leaders are paid endorsers for a Ronco food dehydrator. Our singers only pretend to sing to a tape which is really Sheryl Crowe. Our major goal is to have an uncle in the carpet business. We think we can effect the score of a baseball game by wearing lucky underwear. We drink weak coffee and eat inferior donuts. We know the difference but don’t care. We admire the good looking and aspire to be more like them. We like outspoken people and hate what they say. We like it when others do something stupid or wrong. We buy the same pants again and again. We believe but don’t know. We can’t see an hour into the future. We get mad at others, punch a wall, and break our hand.

That’s the Way We Live

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