Walk on, children

Half a week after returning home from a week of teaching, singing, and catching up with olde and neue friends, i feel i still haven't recovered. We're trying to figure out where to go from here. I tend to lean toward making to-do lists. That may not be a bad move, but i've got a strong sense that it's about time to be still and listen before making any major decisions. Who knows, maybe the answers will reveal themselves in the crude whimsical drawings of a soon-to-be-four-year-olde.

Most likely.

This little dude's just figuring things out...

Solid gold

The entire family just returned from a hot week at camp olivet. Check that cast and crew; they're bananas.

Thank you to everyone who made this fiftieth summer of christ-centered community an unforgettable experience.

Eight bits

Recently, we printed some vee necks, some cool dries, and some track jacks for a visionary youth ministry leader whom we now refer to as the wiz. Have a blast in panama city beach, wiz.

An aural supplement, episode 19

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Surf's up, y'all. It's summertime and the Laveta is riding a wave of mutilation all night upon the Rockey's unfortunate sofa. He's spittin' his trash-talkin' tongue between summer teeth stained with cheap brandy held aloft in a toast to the host's lord of the land. He's not too daring, but a devil to be sure. Regardless, he's got some nerve burnin' your youth at both ends. Fear not and fast forward through the trash talk and soak up the summer, you dandy lion children.

1. Coconut Records "Summer Day"

2. Pearl Jam "All Night"

3. Luis E. Bacalov "Summertime Killer"

4. Sonny & the Sunsets "Too Young to Burn"

5. The Left Banke "I Haven't Got the Nerve"

6. Surgeons in Heat "Summerteeth"

7. Pixies "Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf Version)"

8. Fiona Apple "Daredevil"

9. Jack White "Trash Tongue Talker"

10. Josh Garrels "Cynicism"

11. Beach Fossils "Daydream"

12. B.B. Seaton "Summertime"

13. The Beach Boys "Surf's Up (1967 Solo Version)"

14. Ramones "Rockaway Beach"

15. Old Thyme Eskimo "My Pacific"

16. Youth Lagoon "July"

Magic crystals

G A N D A L F ! ! !

Clokey art

Side projects

In our spare time, baby jane and i brainstorm new band names for our various musical projects we have going on the side. Her nearly-four-year-old brain is a bottomless well of potential names for all you kids out there getting started in rock and roll land.

Blame it on the rain

This summer marks the seventh year we've printed tees for southminster presbyterian's summer camp at camp olivet. This also marks the beginning of the fiftieth year of CAMP OLIVET's existence. Olivet is a place that has played a sizable role in shaping the dude before you today. So, there you go; blame it on olivet. But whatever you do, don't put the blame on you. For srsly though, it's a magical place with acres of trees and creek and prehistoric moths. I fell in love many times there. The memories are as long as the bus ride.

Perhaps some of the wetness captured in this framed photo by the incomparable ZACK BENT will rub off onto this stack of hand-printed tees, resulting in a rain-saturated week at olivet. Dreams? When the rain washes you clean, you'll know...

You'll know.

Now a peek at a little something else what's been occupying our time. Good heavens, does it ever stop? Let's not expect this one too soon. After all, y'all still need to check out the first two. GET THEM HERE and i'll probably throw in some weird drawing of a llama or something.

Save ferris

Best notify my next of kin; this wheel shall explode.

RIP sheriff

Five (hundred)

"The Triplets on Their Fifth Birthday"

by Baby Jane (ink and crayon)

Many many many years ago, i set out to make some sort of interweb presence what would serve as a platform for thoughts and observations to be shared with someone and no one in particular. 

Mission accomplished, right? 

In this little corner of the blogosphere, i've shared revelations, posted farewell letters, hosted podcasts, sung the praises of peanut butter toast, bragged about friends, announced new projects and babies, remembered loved ones who have passed on to the other side of death, rambled on about music we love (maybe most notably young mc), recounted travel adventures, introduced the magic of pingu, failed at properly labeling posts, constructed mixtapes, and peeked into sketchbooks. 

It's been a weird thing - this web blawgh thing. At times, i've felt an inexplicable obligation to post crap on here; at other times, i've stumbled upon something that clearly must be shared with the universe. Why? Who can say for sure? I do know that the very few of you who actually follow what we've got going on over here have kept me doing this five hundred times. So raise a glass/mug/carrot to you and let's see if we've got five hundred more left in us. Cheers.

Designated driving

Sleep (or the lack thereof)

Baby jane loves her books. Baby jane can't read yet. That doesn't stop baby jane from reading all day long. Baby jane reads until she falls asleep with her face buried deep in a book (often about fairies).

Meanwhile, daddy gets less-than-adequate sleep. Daddy also allows himself to get deeply invested in emotionally draining situations that lead to major life transitions. What will daddy do now? Stay tuned to find out.