Here is a pretty picture...
We had a show at our house last weekend and we were left with all these cans and bottles among other things. I got this brilliant idea in my head that I could turn in the cans for lots and lots of money. So i spent most of Saturday and Sunday cleaning out all these goddamn cans.
Black Dice was in my cd player as I pulled up to this shady ass, smelly ass scrap metal machine shop. The krautrock chaos complimented the randomly rusted twists and turns of the metal filling up this "gingerbread house" of sorts. A few of my cans were rejected because steel is not accepted.
5 pounds of metal = $2.80
It was worth it just to have Black Dice playing while driving through.
On my way back some old guy in a blue Camero yelled at me at a stop sign for some reason. I guess you could say it was more of a growl or a grunt. He said something so I lowered the volume of cd player. We just looked at eachother awkwardly with the windows rolled down and he said "errghhhhhhhahhh" and sped off.
Then i saw a pregnant woman smoking with some more smoking women.