Condolences to Howard Owens, who lost a friend this weekend. Howard had to put down his rottweiler, Otis, after he discovered the dog had bone cancer. I’ve had to say goodbye to a lot of dogs over the years, and it’s always difficult. Hang in their, Howard, and remember the good times …
I was wondering if Butthole Surfers classics like “Hairway to Steven” and “Locust Abortion Technician” were available somewhere on the Internet. I’d lost my copies long ago when I abandoned my cassette deck. So I started Googling around and quickly found the official site of Gibby and the boys. It has the perfect proportions of creepy, bizarre and off-the-wall to reflect the Butthole Surfers experience. And even better, it has free MP3s of several classic bootlegs.
I highly recommend the bone-crunchingly psychedelic Double Live, recorded sometime around 1988. And while you’re at it, download a copy of the bootleg Tejass for a taste of their mid-’90s incarnation.
Boy howdy. They don’t make music like that no more …
The other morning as I was dealing with the dogs and feeding the angry, vindictive cockatoo, I noticed the cove was blazing in a spring sunrise. So I grabbed my camera and blasted off a few HDR shots to see what I’d come up with. This is a view of the stairs leading down to the dock. In a few more weeks, you’ll barely be able to see the water.
I’ve been doing a little fishing off the dock, catching mostly small bluegills, one tiny bass (smallmouth, I think) and a catfish. Xena was particularly interested in the catfish.
I can’t wait for it to get warm enough to swim in the cove. We’ve bought a boat to put in the dock. Just need a lift now. The water is up, but apparently winter is going to slap us upside the head one more time this week …
