The 13th Floor Elevators
I lie in bed listening to music, trying to sleep. Roky Erickson sings: it’s a cold night for alligators, but …
I lie in bed listening to music, trying to sleep. Roky Erickson sings: it’s a cold night for alligators, but …
Martini tower says it’s six o’clock in the morning. We walk down Oosterstraat and sit down on a flight of …
A quarter to seven in the morning and the sun is ascending behind the Martini Tower. The blue and orange …
Got some calls this week. One of my old roommates just became a father. Two days later: my niece is …
We were somewhere on the highway, near Karlsruhe, when Thim lost his shit. We were stuck in an endless traffic …
The other day I was eating a salad in a diner café. How’s that for an introduction? I stranded there …