1. 400 TIGERS / 400 RECORDS

    Get behind the Endangered Song Project with this sweet little ditty from Portugal. The Man. 

    Get the full scoop here. 

     
     
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  3. "Gonzo journalism…is a style of “reporting” based on William Faulkner’s idea that the best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism—and the best journalists have always known this…. True gonzo reporting needs the talents of a master journalist, the eye of an artist/photographer and the heavy balls of an actor. Because the writer must be a participant in the scene, while he’s writing it—or at least taping it, or even sketching it. Or all three. Probably the closest analogy to the ideal would be a film director/producer who writes his own scripts, does his own camera work and somehow manages to film himself in action, as the protagonist or at least a main character."
    — HST
     
  4. Happy April Fools’ Day from Ween.

     
     

  5. Published work, articles, irreverence and pictures of food. 

     
  6. Happy Birthday, Jack.

     

  7. "One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple."
    — Jack Kerouac
     
  8. IT’S FRIDAY: "Seven" from pioneers of emotive-alt-melodic-granduer Sunny Day Real Estate, proving that the 90s was the last great era of music. To keep us sane, they’ll be dropping a new single called "Lipton Witch" on Record Store Day

     
     
  9. A few months before The Beatles unleashed Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band introducing the world to drug-induced conceptual grandeur, Eric Burdon and The Animals dropped the “When I Was Young” single. Already neck deep in the waves of psychedelia, the real gem of the single is the B-side “A Girl Named Sandoz” - named after the pharmaceutical company that first manufactured LSD. Crunching bass, xylophone and flaring busts of guitar while Burdon gets lost in a twisted fairly tale about a metaphorical, intoxicating girl and spouting things like “my mind has wings.” Dig it.             

     
     
  10. Nothing like roaming Robert Moses in late February. Desolation, enlivening salt air and sea foam.