Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Trust the Driver

everybody knows what we're looking for. take us there.

Ever Been to Darby?

a while back we were driving up the Bitterroot Valley of Montana, on the run from, or maybe, for a change, chasing after a who or a what that by now I can't place.

Bob gazed away, up into the mountains. "They'll never hear it the way we did, Stevie," and I wondered what he had heard, and wished he'd keep his eyes on the road or switch with someone.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Practice at Powers Ave

Something's wrong with Bob's leg.

The Fiddliste in a Dentyne moment.

The Drummiste--faster than the speed of light or at least the light setting.