This Weekend: Let’s Swim To The Moon
FRIDAY:
>>> Hi, August, it’s me, Philebrity! Can you tell that I have been going out of my way to do everything BUT weekend picks today? And you wanna know whyyyyyyyyy, sweets? That’s right! I don’t care! I’m going on vacation! Shit, I’m already ON vacation! Weeeeee!!! Blew out my flip-flop on a pop top! So whatever, August. I’m declaring you OVER. Anything that happens in the next 9 days, well, will basically have never happened. It’s a sleepwalk, a somnambulant moonlight drive, we live and drink and watch Olympics in a timeless vacuum that is never, that is forever.
>>> Oh crap, none of that was really a “pick.” Quickly now: Turnaround Vs. Immediate with Gregg Foreman, The Bros Gieda, Russ Alexander at Barbary; New Radiant Storm King (WHAT?)/Photon Band at M Room; The High Strung/National Eye at North Star; and somewhere, a deck and lite beer. All worthy. The fermata we live on now presents fantastic opportunities for eye contact with the heavens.
SATURDAY:
>>> These days, I’m thinking that we should just somehow combine Loren Hunt’s Horoscopes and Weekend Picks. Because increasingly, they are one and the same. Peep that Latvian BMX Celebration Flyer below, and keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel. The future’s uncertain and the end is always near.
>>> I wonder if Jim would dig the Audible/Buried Beds at Johnny Brenda’s. Probably only if he wasn’t already distracted by The Friggs Reunion at Tritone featuring the one and only Palmyra Delran rolling, rolling, rolling a conka-choo-chong a-cheeky wind-now baybay. Passionate lady! Save our city!
SUNDAY:
>>> Peace frog.
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