Kate and I had fun at Hangar 9 last night listening to these crazy people.
I was reminded of Elvis Costello, Patti Smith, Earl Scruggs, Chris Whitley. And with none of the positive stuff, just a driving chunka chunka bluegrassy beat, happy danceable songs about crystal meth addiction. We had a blast, really.
And it snowed like crazy last night while we partied, and today was beautiful. I spent it all working, except for taking these photos. We're adopting out the little guy you see here because, being a terrier, he keeps challenging JaJa (the 110 pound dog above) for pack order.
Last week his terrier politics resulted in two near-death experiences and his little rescued behind needs to find a new home.
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