TruckerMythology

Yo, my blog was down and I just wanted to say thanks to all the people that told me about it, nice to know someone reads this thing. Hope y...

I don't know the 1st reader, Joshuan Beckman in audience, Noelle Kocot with band, and the scene outside. Thanks to Ingrid Keir and Jenn...

"Shaving the moss off our blood" Pics: BUS, Matthew Rohrer, Cole Heinowitz (squirming feet), dude on BUS, Lisa Fishman, and the cr...

I arrived 10 minutes early to a room only 2/3 full but by the time I heard “Hello Anne” waft up from downstairs, there was barely standing r...

As part of the Alice’s Now and Zen concert set in Golden Gate Park, Gnarls Barkley turned the heat-beset audience from lackadaisical to lasc...

dick duster \di-k 'd&s-t&r\ n : A gay man's soul patch. This tuft of hair just below the lower lip will dust the bottom shaf...

And on into night they ride, into the same night. Again the silence. But within them, they have the words from before. The Marquis takes ...

Southern super fried is, perhaps, one way and “the bass player is fucking wasted” is definitely another way of describing FACEDOWNINSHIT as ...

#5 “If you don’t know this one, well, you better just leave.” #4 “We entitled the new album, Metal Black, thought we’d keep it simple for yo...

Just a quick shout out to Japanther for the show at The Hemlock Tavern (8/24/06). The Brooklyn based duo has sprung a west coast tour on us...

The men acquiesced their close quarters, they who originally came from all over; from France and from Burgundy, from the Netherlands, from C...

Miles Davis say Always known what I wanted something terrible a way to purchase back a a man’s soul cause when you born that birth is result...

(7/14/06) Last night 377 2nd St. Oakland was off the hook! Taking place was the first night of an on-going open mic hereforth to be known a...

Everyone shares stories of their mother. A German officer; loud and long he says his words. Like a young girl forming a bouquet by ponderi...

Soilent Green’s Sewn Mouth Secrets managed to seep all the way into Maine’s back woods when I was in high school, their crusty thrasher soun...

The man from Langenau shifts in his saddle and says: “Herr Marquis…” His neighbor, the small fine Frenchman, had been quick to speak and lau...

Last night (6/8/06) the Fillmore Theater’s main floor was alive with boot stompin’ honky-tonkin’, shrill yee-haw’s were in the air, and tow...

Riding, riding, riding, through the day, through the night, through the day. Riding, riding, riding. And the courage has worn so and the lon...

R. M. Rilke wrote this as a young man (age 25) in one night, 1899. Though it tells the story of a man fighting in Hungery in 1663 it gained ...

Written by men and women on or below the poverty line, WT Chronicles gives a voice to people usually voiceless by exploring issues of class,...