[ lest we forget the tale of the bandroom organ... ]

Fuck you, it's ours, we shoved it into the teensy fucking backseat of Rosemary's car in the fucking rain after some band called Ariel Pink shouldered us out of a fucking concert, it's ours, fuck you.



By all accounts, this picture should not exist. This organ has no business being successfully confined within the volume available to it. And yet, its presence in the backseat of the car would directly contradict all we consider sensible. Note that Lewis' presence fails to preclude that of the organ, the skinny fuck.

Sentimental, but true: I love this fucking band.

Music: Peter Gabriel - Here Comes The Flood. The very stylistic opposite of music I enjoy, but simply amazing enough to warrant my respect and appreciation.

"Drink up, dreamers / you're running dry."