a fairy story

Mystery of the phantom turds solved.

Everyday, dog mess appeared in a local yard. 

Surveillance ensued. Nothing electronic, this was good old fashioned 5 am stakeout. The culprit: The neighbor three doors down lets his dog poop in the yard during the "wee hours" of the morning. 

Luckily the homeowner knows a clown who is easy to bribe and owns a pneumatic canon. 

These things are capable of sending a load over the house next door and right on it's perp-rooftop target.

 If you ever need this service I'm happy to oblige. My stick is on loan right now but when it's in my grubby hands I can make it sing (poop/fire/ski poles). 

I'm cheap too, I think I did this for a roll of dimes and a box of tampons (that I also shot out of the canon). 

Good times.

not usually how it goes.

An employee at a place we were busking came, put $5 in the hat and asked for this excavator through tears. That's not usually how it goes.
Usually an O&D encounter is full of laughs.
What it was is that it was the second anniversary of the passing of her 4 y.o. grandson.
The family is finally in a place to cope in a positive way and represent the child with this balloon at the family gatherings. I'm so honored that she came to us for this. Great job Olive!

happy dingo

my gear

Gear. I pull my guitar. street cube amp, cables, books and mic stand on my tallbike (the behemoth)'
 We do punk rock clown gigs all over Portland OR. My wife carries a ton of stuff too.
I think this is the way to gig since gas being part of the overhead kills your living as a musician.
All my stuff gets wet, cold, banged around a lot but I have whittled it down to the toughest gear possible.
That cube amp is still trucking since 2010.
It runs on 6 AAs, we can do a little kid show with it in the morning and then plug it into the house system at a nightclub and that little amp becomes our mixer for the adult show.
I highly recommend the street cube. I wish Craftsman made a guitar. That said I once heard my banjo fall off a friend's tallbike.
I knew it was my banjo because it sounded great even falling to the street.
I was shocked that it hardly had a scratch.
 I been playing 30 years but this was the decade I came to understand that the most expensive guitar isn't the toughest, it's often the case that expensive guitars are far more delicate.

 pic a friend sent from "Somewhere-elsistan"

what it look like tonight. wet and cold on the way to the burrito stand.

Dingo Dizmal DRIVE I recorded this by myself circa 2004