FlasshePoint

Life, Minutiae, Toys, Irrational Phobias, Peeves, Fiber

From Beyond The Grave

I don’t recall this particular phrase as being a Doors lyric, though maybe Jim said it at some point. Or maybe “Doors” doesn’t refer to the band?
Or maybe… Jim’s shade is communicating with us…?
Latre.

When Was The Signal Divorced From The Sign?

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m having a really hard time trying to think of things to talk about this week. Actually, there are lots of things I want to talk about (stupid Broncos), but not right now. So here’s more trivial stuff.
Let’s see… I’m really enjoying the Maximo [...]

Indulgence, Part 2

Last post today, hopefully. I’m trying to make up for the lack of content recently…
This afternoon, I watched the Neil Young movie Greendale, recorded from the Sundance Channel. I’m a Neil Young fan from way back, though I haven’t been real happy with much that he’s done lately. The CD of the [...]

My Steps Are Aimless And I Couldn’t Care Less

For the past couple of days, I’ve been listening in my car to the CD Headache Rhetoric from the band Close Lobsters. They were a jangly guitar band from Scotland with some psychedelic overtones who were briefly popular in the late 80s and put out two and a half albums. They had a [...]

Listening Too Long To One Song

At the risk of beating this new New Pornographers album into the ground…
I’ve become obsessed with the song Sing Me Spanish Techno from Twin Cinema.

Non-Entry

Sorry for the lack of updates. Kinda busy lately in the off-hours, as it’s my on-call week at work. And I’m working on something which I hope to unveil soon. Nothing big.
I’ve also been listening to the new New Pornographers album and I dig it. Probably my #1 or #2 [...]

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