Tag Archives: flaming lips
let them brush your rock ‘n roll hair
The mister, who knows my love of Wayne Coyne and knows that if Mr. Coyne showed up on our doorstep with a sour cream and onion corn ring and proposed to me he would be relegated to has-been status in … Continue reading
Filed under pop
the fish are jumping and the cotton is high
So yesterday was a little more than a little surreal given that it started with putting to bed a two-day long semantic argument with a wholesaler (which I think I won) then a surprise drop-in from a dear friend from … Continue reading
Filed under artgasms, domestics, yay! I win!
