Day on

This memorial day weekend has found us hitting the press hard to get this rather sizable tee shirt project completed in a timely manner. Here's a slice of the action featuring sonic accompaniment from guided by voices.

I am produced

There are only a handful of days before this, and so - between changing diapers and playing tea set party - we have been working on trying to get this dude (detail above) completed for the festivities.

Also, there's a rather large tee shirt pressing we're doing for - get this - a place where we used to work and live until we were told to stop and had our hearts broken. Granted, that was over five years ago. Nevertheless, this project has helped in salving some of those wounds that have gone unattended and reopened from time to time. Not only are we hand-printing two sides of over two hundred tee shirts for their vbs, but we also created the artwork for both sides. To those who know who they are, we say, "thanks."

Sibs

These kids dig each other.

Rainy day women #35

Hail yes

Geek out

Does this do anything for you? Because i'm pretty sure i peed my pants a little.

Royale bummer

After a brief visit with the ladies of the brew last night, baby jane came home with a handful of black & white funnies and a green crayola. She had spent part of the morning upon the living room floor violently breathing new monochromatic life into the likes of charlie brown and marmaduke before we noticed that several green streaks had worked their way into the carpet pattern. Needless to say, mama jane and myself were less than pleased. After determining that the incident was indeed an accident, we began spraying and scrubbing at the unintentional doodles at which baby jane remarked, "This is not going to be the best picnic ever."

An aural supplement, episode 13

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While spring is in full swing, ye olde homestead is rolling deep in dirty diapers and dandy dance moves. Our old fiend, Hector, stops by for a smoke and a pancake while he spins some of our favorite records of late. So get up, buttercup, 'cos this sucka's going somewhere.

1. Brandi Carlile “Dreams”
2. Bob Dylan “Thunder on the Mountain”
3. Adele “Rolling in the Deep”

4. The Roots "Walk Alone"

5. Mavis Staples "You Are Not Alone"

6. Foo Fighters "Arlandria"

7. R.E.M. "Get Up"

8. Coconut Records "Mama"

9. Lucinda Williams "Buttercup (Kitchen Demo)

10. Frank Black & The Catholics "Southbound Levy"

11. Nilsson "Driving Along (Demo)"

12. Supergrass "Evening of the Day"

13. Paul Simon "Love is Eternal Sacred Light"

14. Paul Simon "Paranoia Blues (Demo)"

15. Paleface "You'll Get What You Want"

16. Nilsson "Driving Along"

17. Colin Hay "Going Somewhere"

Fresh fossils

"Remember me?" she inquired without the slightest hint of irony.

Rain dogs

More weirdness involving an umbrella

Indiana dreaming

As the indiana days go from bone cold to sloppy hot, we speak of longing for the sand and surf of lake michigan and her mighty dunes.

I may or may not be wrong, but it seems like the last time we found ourselves traipsing along those sandy shores was way back in the ought seven when mama jane and myself retreated from the world to hide away for a spell. I recall writing a few songs around the campfire. Upon our return, i began recording demos of these and others in preparation for a record project soon to be called 'kiss it all goodbye'. Among these demo recordings was the following diversion from the usual arrangement of a song often performed by the former super group, rebel robot. Cheers.

Inspired by actual conversations

Past futures

This was to be a major component in ushering in the year of twenty nine. Apparently, there was little demand for such a campaign.

This was a mere seedling which shall soon grow into the next epic mythology. Now you know.

Would you believe that this was discovered in a notebook from 1982?

Found

Received this recently with the following note:

In the grand tradition of giving you stuff we find in our yard, expect to receive this disembodied head in the near future. We wondered if you knew which GI Joe he is. Note the scar. 

Love, 

The Moormans

Shake loose them worried blues

I slipped into this super sexy souvenir yesterday for the first time ever. It was a gift brought home from ma and pop horrell's visit to secret destinations around the world. Baby jane, upon catching a glimpse of me wrapped in its majesty, remarked, "I was worried that you didn't have a shirt like that."

Worry no longer, my child. Worry no longer.

Tightening the factory belt

We got the projects piling up like pillow up in this joint. Thanks to those who we're either working with or soon to be working with for your biz. Also, be on the lookout for new and exciting the mustard room originals which will be coming y'alls way in the upcoming weeks.

Many of these aforementioned goods will be available here...

For more info on that, please skip on over to this corner of the interwebs.

Now, give it up for pancho & lefty...

New stories for young folks

A lovely/totally rad couple named john & linda have asked us to be a part of their wedding by contributing some of the visual elements. Thus far, we've churned out the whimsical illustration featured on this save-the-date card which arrived at our front door monday afternoon.

Intelligence quotient

So, here's the deal. I'm pushing a shopping cart through the parking lot of a certain grocery/super store on my way to pick up some prescriptions/ant-destroyer (two different items. sorry for the improper use of a slash. i really do feel awful about it). Well, anyhow, i've got my shopping buddy, baby jane, sitting shotgun in the retractable seat ready to coax me to the back of the store to spend a hot minute ogling over goldfish (real ones, not the crackers). We reach the road which runs between the parking lot and the grand entrance, and, like good scouts, we look both ways before continuing forward. A car approaches the stop sign which is positioned to keep pedestrians from getting plowed by frenzied drop-offs and primo space hopefuls. We politely allow the car to pass and wait patiently to cross next. It is clear, however, that the boat-toting truck immediately behind this car has decided that, because he was stopped behind the aforementioned car, therefore, he had fulfilled his obligation to stop at the actual stop sign. As baby jane and i are crossing over to the sidewalk-adorned entrance, the driver of this truck has decided not to wait for the toddler riding in the shopping cart to pass. He impatiently creeps forward, threatening to broadside us, while i lock eyes with him. I can tell by his sour expression that he is indeed receiving the "uncool, dude" mind-vibes i'm sending his way.

"What do we do when we come to a stop sign? i casually ask baby jane. "We stop," she replies quite frankly. "That's right, we stop."

So there you have it: A two and a half year old is smarter than a dude with a boat.

Case closed. You're dismissed.