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Aug. 16th, 2010
Update: A Jackal-Headed God.
Aug. 16th, 2010 10:11 amFound out early this morning that my favourite uncle died. I can't find his obit.
He's "the uncle". The year was 1988. Gave me my first beer (PBR), handed me my first Playboy (LaToya Jackson) right off the rack.
I remember that night being so crisp and clear that the glowing ring around the moon practically touched the horizon. The smell of a wood burning stove always brings me back to that farm out in Pennsylvania.
I wouldn't be quiet the artist I am today if it wasn't for two books on his shelf. The Whole Earth Catalogue, and The Pin-Up Book. Both of them influenced me greatly, to the point I can still feel it today.
I don't think I've even seen him in 20 years. But I always think about him, just for a moment, every time I crack open a cold can of Pabst.
He died last year due to cancer, leaving behind two daughters and a wife. I didn't find out until this morning, due to... circumstances I don't feel a need to get into.
RIP Bob. Next beer's for you.
He's "the uncle". The year was 1988. Gave me my first beer (PBR), handed me my first Playboy (LaToya Jackson) right off the rack.
I remember that night being so crisp and clear that the glowing ring around the moon practically touched the horizon. The smell of a wood burning stove always brings me back to that farm out in Pennsylvania.
I wouldn't be quiet the artist I am today if it wasn't for two books on his shelf. The Whole Earth Catalogue, and The Pin-Up Book. Both of them influenced me greatly, to the point I can still feel it today.
I don't think I've even seen him in 20 years. But I always think about him, just for a moment, every time I crack open a cold can of Pabst.
He died last year due to cancer, leaving behind two daughters and a wife. I didn't find out until this morning, due to... circumstances I don't feel a need to get into.
RIP Bob. Next beer's for you.