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Electric Apricot The Quest for Festaroo

Started by JRL, December 27, 2010, 02:55:04 PM

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JRL

a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

AliceTepes

ahaahah nice, I love Les Claypool. can't wait to see it.

I think I will try to find a stream.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don\'t matter and those who matter don\'t mind." ~Dr. Seuss

JRL

He did a great job. He wrote, directed and played the DRUMMER Lapdog.
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

JRL

Hey lw, waiting for you to weigh in on Festeroo.
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

laughingwillow

LOL I tried to reply the other day, but I needed to log in (as usual) and just didn't take the time.

Can't wait to see it. I'm guessing mrs lw will get a kick out of it, too.

Thanks for the heads up.

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

You will love it. Claypool is a man of many talents. have you read South of the Pumphouse?
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

laughingwillow

Have yet to read the book in question, either.

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

It's a short novel, very dark, with lots of drug content and Norcal flava.
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green