photos of my co-conspirators for the recording session last December. (L-R) Mark Kitchens of Stone Machine Electric on drums, the illustrious Bob Fisher on soprano saxophone and flute, and Mark Cook of Herd Of Instinct and Spoke Of Shadows on Warr Guitar.
"When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness,
She is standing right in front of me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be"
Tale of the tape: We have thrown down the gauntlet for distance pooping with a launch covering 6 feet from off the changing table over the diaper pile onto the crib and hitting the wall behind. Feel free to try and set your own record in your own home.
Escaped a few hours. Showed pics of the boy to mom and told them to pull the plug essentially. Letting her go home to be with her doggies instead of a hospital. Knowing her she could still hang on years; hell she doesn't need lungs just the stare of the 9 child mom it's an infinite power source.