Epi(b)logue: Banana

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbanana.


This banana, as most, is shaped like a 'C' - as in C, who drives in this shot, unaware that the picture is being taken and that a banana is part of it - but this one's been turned to the side for the sake of the composition of the picture.


Rumour has it that the Transitional Team is considering our M.D. Bones for Surgeon General, owing to the probability, in my appraisal, that he is the top national authority on the health benefits of potassium-heavy fruitstuffs.


Different people bite things in different ways - these two men have been friends since birth, practically, and yet the biting differences are apparent to anyone.


Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbanana.


Support the troops.


Bananas don't wear bikinis so they don't get tan lines.


no frills. not even capitalization for this shoppe.


Bananas rest atop pancakes in Hotlanta. Steve Nine-Thousand ate this if I remember correctly.


Guilty by association with bananas.


You can't win if you don't play.

Crookyln

The End.

Washington Da Capo

We all may have Malaria, it turns out - again, if we have had it before, or had had it - but this time it's different, chilled, German. Looking down from a bunk bed, nothing makes sense even though things are where they've always been compared to how we remember them being, before. A little sweat, then sleep again, then song.

As The Morning Light

As The Morning Light


As The Morning Light


As The Morning Light

Chapel Hill

Up Crook.


Down Crook.


His corner.


Can you spot 9K?


My long-lost twin, reunited through armageddonous bass moves, Titus of All the Saints.

(sm)Ashville part 2

The sun sets just in time . . .


. . . lest it cast light upon the carnage to follow.


BV-CVX on the warpath. Doin a darn good job . . .


. . . although it looks like you mighta missed yer exit there, guy.


Being the sporting types that we are, we chanced a game of darts as well. Variety: Killa.


A New Work for darts, board, and winner, by winner JSpace.

(sm)Ashville part 1

I was not acquainted with the history of this town, but I guess structures were erected . . .


. . . according to clever vandals, in excess.


My meal contained both crawfish and alligator. A familial hot sauce added some kick.

Hotlanta

Steve and Preston wait to be seated for breakfast.
Background: death.


Bradford Cox makes suggestions (out loud) while Face reads descriptions (to herself).


Breakfast was real good. Does anyone know what this means?

How to Succeed

One critical element of success in any endeavour is proper and effective organization. Here I have arranged a group of small items at Cracker Barrel.


I invite the FZA to help test my system. "Please indicate the sweetest item," she said.


Done.

FSU

Post-show jam zone . . .


. . . was visited by a magical fairy.


She had a strange effect on the flora.

Red Stick City, LA

We traverse the Bayou.


Disrupted signage.


Another odd place to fix a guitar.


Misdirection.

Space City

Houston was hit hard by Hurricane Ike (not pictured). According to one local woman, "Nasa got fucked up."


Electricity puts the 'fizz' in the Fizzle.


We were unable to find a hotel room until 6:30 in the morning.

We Had a Little Problem and There was Nothing We Could Do

Jaime's in Austin. Don Bul has ordered a neckular VVVGASH on 9K to be performed by a henchman friend BV-CVX. She pleads for mercy.


Don Bul ruminates on it for a moment. Mood: calmly sinister.


Quarter: none taken. VVVGASH is delivered with precision as always by BV-CVX.


Later, back at our HQ Jaime's, Mike 'Da Doc' Bones receives instructions from Don Bul to send a messsage to the Austino Family.


Da Doc leaves a calling card. You've been warned.