(This is not a picture of Kent's apartment, of course. This is Shabby Road Studios. I just wanted to have a picture of the whole band at the top of the blog. Sorry for any brain melts or bowel disorders this confusion may have caused. Now back to the regularly scheduled blog.)
Well, Wednesday night was an interesting one. I had dinner with Dong, (that sounds like a porno title, if every I heard one) and then we drove down to Hollywood to record at Kent’s apartment. We’re just finishing up the last few tracks for Carrie’s Got a Lover so we can release it on an unsuspecting public.
We don’t have any audio, because it’s just so close to being finished, it would make the release pretty fucking anticlimactic.
That matters not, however. An exclusive look into the inner sanctum of our enigmatic guitarist more than makes up for it.
Plus, the pictures are captioned!!
This is Kent’s wall. The design is taken from of photograph of the inside of his brain.
One of Kent’s favorite hobbies, on his day off, is to misdirect small engine aircraft into elementary schools.
Just a typical fun night at Kent’s. Dan laughs at a red guitar while Dong vomits uncontrollably.
Because of all of his accidents, Dong now carries a spare leg around in his guitar case.
For only 75 dollars, Kent was able to convert his portable vocal booth into an airtight, scream-proof death chamber.
Nothing pisses off Dan more than being so drunk he can’t remember why he’s angry.
Kent practices having his mug-shot taken for at least an hour a day. It saves so much time being processed.
“You’ve nailed my finger to your desk, you son of a bitch!!!”
Dan lives in Hollywood, so he has to check hourly to see how many of his neighbors have been savagely murdered.
If Kent puts his finger in his ear like this, he can’t hear Dong screaming for help from his bathroom.
“Hey, I have no idea how that Guatemalan got into my silverware drawer. Check his pockets for fish-forks and let him go.”
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