December 2009
It’s a freaking Clutch party! @HOBBoston
Clutch is now doing their whole self-titled album. Awesome! @HOBBoston
End of awesome Clutch set. Waiting for encore. @HOBBoston
Clutch encore @HOBBoston
Great show! @HOBBoston. Clutch rules.
Doomriders is setting up @HOBBoston. Ride or die!
F—kin’ Doomriders @HOBBoston!
Doomriders forever! @HOBBoston
Doomriders is blasting through an awesome set for the hometown crowd @HOBBoston.
Doomriders have fried the crowd @HOBBoston. Let out the Clutch and party on!
Clutch is ON! @HOBBoston
Waiting for the Clutch/Doomriders/Lionize/Never Got Caught show to begin @HOBBoston. Great to celebrate last full night of the decade.
Never Got Caught has just launched the festivities @HOBBoston.
Never Got Caught has finished a solid set @HOBBoston. Lionize up next. Waiting to see what they deliver.
Lionize has kicked into their set @HOBBoston. Some pretty heavy psych stoner reggae cookin’ shit.
The end of the decade party has started!
First casualty of the night was picked up off the floor and escorted out. Happy New Decade!
Stoner reggae, man, it works! Lionize @HOBBoston. Great set!
Sliding out of the old year into the new.
Peace.
Peace.
May peace and love follow you through your Christmas holiday and may this infect the world.
Be at peace with who your are, be at peace with the world around you, be at piece with the world within you, be at peace.
Another year fades into memory to be rewritten in the annals of our myth.
The future waves its finger at me and says come along but I am still in the here and now with unfinished business.
Make no resolutions for the new year, make no promises you cannot keep, be who you are.
Know who you truly are.
He knew it was wrong but he still felt compelled to finish what he had started as though hell were a promise and flesh, however ephemeral, would still grant him eternity.
If only to dance among the flames unscorched, like a gleeful devil or a teflon moth, untouched by the flickering fingers, untouched by the liquid lizard tongues…
As he bent her over the rough wall, lifted the yellow robe over her back and entered her, she let out a soft scream. Three drops of blood fell in the snow at his feet. He looked up at the rising smoke on the horizon, tinted red under the black billows by the slowly climbing flames. There was no joy as he continued to mechanically, mindlessly push himself into the crying young woman. There was no...
“It was a source of endless amusement,” he said as he rolled the quarter across the back of his knuckles. “Endless amusement.”
If I have to explain it, you don’t get it.
The long night will soon be upon us. Long live the long night. From here the light grows once again. Happy Solstice!
It was after digging in the wind-driven drift for several minutes that I found her, her skin having turned bluish against the whiteness of the snow. She was very cold, very cold but still breathing, and as I scooped the powdery snow around her naked limbs she moved and then opened her eyes and looked at me. I shivered, for I felt a chill deep within my skin, a chill that crept to my beating heart...
Life’s battles can always be won, there is always a way to overcome, as long as you understand that eventually the war will be lost, that any victory is temporary.
There are always beautiful women. There always were beautiful women. The tall young oriental women with the black high boots and short skirt sitting across from me on the train, her hair cascading down beyond her shoulders. The young women who asked my about Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir, who gazed at me in a way that I am still not sure was not intense interest, I, who would be old enough to be...
There is a certain arrogance to assuming you can overcome a blizzard, icicles dripping from your beard, wind stinging your cheeks. Call me arrogant.
That living throws at us challenges provides us the opportunity to grow and thrive.
That which snows upon me only makes me stronger, a little colder, but stronger.
So much of what is beautiful about life is incidental.
I always thought that I would run into her eventually but I never thought that it would be in this manner, after all, you can’t make love to a dead woman, let alone have a conversation. Still, she looked so beautiful. Even more so than the pictures they had given me before I left the facility. And yet the cruelty, for I am sure they knew before they cut me loose. Or was this their idea of a...
It was at this that he entered the room in one quick silent fluid motion and stabbed the man sitting cross-legged on a cushion at its center in his neck. The knife was keenly sharp and there was little blood, a small rivulet running down the man’s chest, staining the white robe that he wore. At this point the assassin rose, stood up straight before the dying man and bowed as he whispered in...
You would think… but don’t. Be.
A man is never as simple as his skin and never as complex as his words would lead you to believe.
One day’s events do not a trend make.
Even in the harsh light of winter she was beautiful, her smile radiating like a newly discovered sun across the sterile and forbidden landscape. There was no long shadow I could cast that would dim her beauty for her beauty had a life unto itself as though the gods had twinned her so that everything, whether sleeping or in death could awake, and I, too, for one brief moment might taste ambrosia...
Her ass definitely had class he said with a gasp as he lowered himself from his perch above the milling crowd of aimlessly wandering people who crowded the ample sidewalks, jostling one another, silent, huddled in their overcoats and jackets, scarfs, hats and hoods against the buffeting winds that shredded discarded newspaper and sent the scraps in riotous arabesques around their faces and limbs...
I saw my words freeze and drop, only to crash like brittle glass on the pavement. Ah, December!