Rappenstance

Second year in a row that I missed Rhythm and Booms for our own rhythm in tombs. Grandly occupying a straight frazzled husk of myself -- I had just failed a seven mile run -- I took the consolation in the form of countless Pabst slammers and one helluva spread. Six Organs of Admittance on the boombox at dusk got me all hippy-eyed, Madame P got me rather blurry minded, or perhaps that was the scotch. Coffin Chile kept it dun while we roamed for whatever scraps we could scrape... I think there's video...