One of the highlights of my highlit job is getting to open the album when it first arrives from the record label company people. They send it on a special big brown bus like thing that’s called Untied Parcel Service. It’s very VERY glamorous.
There’s nothing like the smell of the vinyl as it wafts through the cigarette smoke in my office. I love it. Check out me opening SLT’s new album…
I tell you this, good limes and Austin are like farts and church: the two just don’t mix. Everywhere you go down there people are trying to feed you queso and pour a bunch of “dressed” shots of tequila down your troats. I wouldn’t have a problem with that if the damn limes had a little bit of juice in ‘em and weren’t as dry as a sponge left out in the sun for two days after a Girl Scout car wash, if you know what I mean…
Aight, so here’s a little clip of me trying to explain to the lead singer of Sonic Love Tonic about how you go about talking to chicks on the road. It’s important stuff, knowing how to talk to chicks on the road. Yeah, okay, it’s all about the rock and roll, but the chicks, well, yeah it’s about them too.
And beer. Beer is also good. It’s also about the beer.
 | Ted Rheingold on Artsy Fartsy |
 | ben campbell on The Album Arrives |
 | Truck Boy on Artsy Fartsy |
| Band Meeting « on Sonic Love Tonic On the Way to… | |
 | Tommy Lee on Big Nite Out |
