Rick Seibold photo shoot with Sarah Barlow!
Sound checking in Fresno with @katelyntarver @paulallan and @thedavidblaise (Taken with Instagram at Paul Paul Theatre)
Dear Councilman Jameson,
In regards to ORDINANCE NO. BL2011-858:
I’d like to add a voice to the discussion on your proposal to amend the zoning codes for home businesses. In your list of changes you have made a move to ban home recording studios. You obviously live in Nashville,…
ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT!! Ahhh! I can’t even contain my excitement :0) We still have a bit to go to raise the remainder of the funds to make this album happen. Get your friends involved, tweet it, facebook it!
THANK YOU SO MUCH to the following people who have pledged thus far. You guys are the reason I keep making music. Without your support it would be impossible. Again, THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
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Crazy Rockin Sushi on the eve of my birth celebration. I love this place, it’s so cheap and the sushi is great, but ambiance looks as if the Chinese Nickelodeon Network (if there is such a thing) converted their office space into a sushi joint. Let me explain… Fire red Chinese lanterns, with characters tattooed across the sides like a billboard, hang low from the squared black tiles in the ceiling reminds me of the mobiles I used to make in elementary school. The carpet is an eel green and looks like it was left over from a roller skater rink built in the 80’s. Theres a low hum in the room, like the sound you hear when you’re sitting on the Tarmac. Every now and then a voice pops up over the roar when someone gets excited. Our sushi is starting to arrive. Dishes of bird seed, sewage brown soy and pastel yellow sauce in tiny porcelain dishes are littered across the table laid out like a golf course. Green beans rest in a bowl tossed in oil and brown crunches. Each if us has a wasabe blob in front of us that looks like a cookie. The ginger on the cafeteria tray to my right is piled high, like batch of used hotel room sheets. I’m slowly sipping my tepid green tea. Smells like grass and tastes like the earth itself. Its like a warm bath on my throat though, which feels like chopped meat after the flu from the past few days. I love the various green colored bottles lining the bar behind the chefs. “Welcome your sushi!!!” they exclaim in a great chorus with their thick japanese drawls every time the door opens to a new customer. Each of them dons a karate kid bandana securely fastened around their jet black hair. Time to dig in!
