The camp counselor spins his yarn on a turntable, but prefers smokey campfire conversations sync'd to a strumming battered guitar. He says it's more about the music, but subconscious memories and messages are laid out like unsung lyrics via fatherly advise. Those subtle hints cast a spell over you. It's not a cult and there's no offering plate. Just sit back and let the allegory leak into your world like a tequila massage.

Today's playlist began in calm water, then paddled through the extreme without crashing. KId's, please wear your life preserver until the tour is over. Standout traks are noted* and the hot trak** is Lefty Frizzell's, Now Today Is That Tomorrow. Ukulele Loki operated the board while Jeff knitted LP's into camp tales and blamed the bad fishing on low water.

Uncle Jeff camping tip, "smores are survival food."

In transit The Modern Lovers are cranked up and a 1970 Chrysler 300 is following me. Without thought this car could run me to the ditch like a hurricane. I feel the raw V-8 power pushing me forward like a thug's slap on the back. Fuzzy thoughts mix with the music and air near the Rocky Flats Inn. It all surprises me. Nothing stays the same anymore.

Back at my shack I'm thinking. Weird hope brought on by young mysterious minds and a torsion quiet ride. Fragments of feedback and baby-talk spew from a Boris CD. Wicked messengers grind from the stereo... Acetone, OM, Mudhoney, Pavement and the Black Angels. It's Sunday and a thick sludgy drone is god. I'm a landless laborer guided by fuzzy deadlines.

The Black Angels w/The Warlocks at the Bluebird Theater, 6/14/08 10:00 pm. Also, Wayne Hancock, June 21st Cervantes. Check the Denver/Boulder concert scene.