The snow came faintly falling on the Brooklyn Cog as I played around on the big white walls of Frost.
And Open To The Hound played a fare thee well show before going on tour:
Timelapsing the cog and installing some masks while my private little band seranades me: Thanks, Steve, Javi, and Dave.
Even as I was calling my mom about thaksgiving my Ex tried was trying to flag me down at the pass…. It’s my mom’s birthday…. and like the shitty son I am I spaced it again. So this time lapse is for MOM. You were born and so you are free and so Happy Birthday mom….just start talking at the sound of tone. This one will be Romulus and Venus… and this was the inspirado of little dogs yesterday.
It’s my first day of residency at Frost street and I’m not even there yet. Plumbing and domestic matters have taken me away, but also a dwelling on the past as a way of shooting forward. Javi and I are supposed to smoke a Cuban cigar and begin to figure out how to let this new show out of it’s cage
I shall, like a bloated Hemmingway, be liberating Frost for the next couple of months. I plan to show some things, make some things, finish some things, premier some thing and also do this big Cog mural as an entrance. Romulus and Remus sitting on a fence. They’d get back to work if they had any sense…