Campin', Fishin', Jammin'
CK and I spent the weekend with Flint, Steph and the Dylan-meister camping and fishing at the Gifford Pinchot national forest. We had a nice hike on Saturday, the weather was cool and a little drizzly. On Sunday we tried to pull some trout out of the Cowlitz river, to no avail. We tried earthworms, powerbait, lures, spinners, salmon eggs and verbal chastisement, but nothing could coax the clearly visible schools of fish onto the hooks. The only hit I had all day came when my line was wrapped around my reel, and the little bastard got free while I was attempting to reroute it properly. I still enjoyed myself, but I imagine 5 year old Dylan would have come away with a better opinion of angling if he'd have at least caught a pan fish.
Last night the Taxpayers played on a radio program that started at midnight, so I didn't go to bed 'til 3:30. I had a good time, but CK sys the guitar wasn't loud enough and our sound was less than ideal. C'est la vie.
posted by nate @ 8:42 PM
3 Comments:
Should have tried tickling those fish.
Don't worry about the radio thing, no one but your lady friends were listening. Trust me, I know.
true 'nuff, almost all are fans are chicks who want to hop one or another band members bones.
Exactly, the combination of homoerotic regret, alcoholism, political angst and economic displacement expressed by The T.P-ers is precisely calibrated to get all of the chicks' undies wadded up to beyond critical mass! D'y'all comport y'selves in a time warp? I can play '80s, hell, I was there!
Seriously, 'though, heard your record, the first quarter of it, left it in an exchanged transport vehicle, what I did hear was okay, 'though.
Need to 'spacialize' the mix, a little, meebe.
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