Throwback Thursday presents...

A very young Fleshmop:

Rich Tapia, my husband (wearing his very attractive Jesus Christ Superstar, star spangled, flare bottomed jeans), Scott Daniels, Ben Collis.

We sure miss you, Scott.

Happy birthday, D Boon.

This should have been your 56th birthday.  I'll listen to Double Nickels today for you.

Gone too soon...

This Ain't No Picnic

An interview with Mike Watt about D Boon

My eyes are leaking

Bill Murray AND Charlie Rose in one interview, for over an hour?? Yes, please. I love these two brilliant gentlemen so much.  Brain candy.

It's like the universe just blew me a kiss and said to have a tasty and mind boggling day.

Click on the photo above or this link to Charlie Rose's website to see interview: https://charlierose.com/videos/17807

New Painted Record Blog

Hey!  I've got a new blog to show my psychedelic painted records.  Wanna see?

Go here:

Records by Rachro

Also, I've been invited to show my records at a local coffee house.  Excitinnnnnnnng!

Black and Tan

There are a few regular image searches that I do for design purposes on Google. Very pedestrian and tame, like flowers and paisleys, and certain geometric shapes.  One particular clip art vector design comes up all the time and I see it, recognize it in its usual blandness, and then move on.

This morning, I did my regular search (first one of the new year) and found The Bland Floral Paisley again.  Imagine my surprise when I saw that this time, it was a huge tattoo.  And not just a huge tattoo.  A huge butt tattoo.  Covering the entire cheek.

I'm not sure whether I've somehow underestimated this design's power, or whether someone else has.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, 2014

Our friends had a party.  I fell in love with their battery powered record player.

It sounded decent, even in the cold drizzle.

But also, my ears were getting numb.

Whaaaaaaat

I have pretty sensitive hearing, but my verbal acuity isn't so great.  I am one of those annoying people that asks you to repeat things because I can't figure out, even with context clues, what the fuck you just said.  It makes me look stupid, but I can't help it. This also means that I am really terrible at deciphering song lyrics, which is like torture, since I'm passionate about music and I want to know everything I can about songs I like.  Sometimes decades go by before I figure out what a song is really saying.  It's embarrassing.

Anyway, I was just listening to a song and it sounded like, "...time to bleed the chocolate goat..."

I'm not even sure I want to know what the real lyrics are now, because those are some pretty kickass lyrics.