Bicycling, reading, hiking, whittling, making up fraudulent band names and record titles for albums that don't really exist. Did I mention bicycles?
A velocipede enthusiast's literary society.
Odious Rex - "Some Lonesome Sidewalk," Snow Cones - "The John Peel Sessions," The Boston Mumblers - "3 Days Drunk," Silly Girl - "Another Day Finds Me Sadly," Hip-Hopscotch - "Hyphy-Shalaylee," Los Suicycles - "Fixed Gear Freakout? F**k Yeah!" D'Arcy Aristrides Pieroitte - "I've Returned for my Hat, Topcoat and Dagger: Being an Homage and Musical Interpretation of the Lifework of Gustave O'Dowd," Aftermaff - "This Now, is our Sonic Firestorm" (the Dutch release, obviously) B.J. Johnny James McCartney - "don't spill it, chuck da bitch" Meredith Pusser Chowd with Uncle Dan "Pretty Boy" Felcher - "Such Little Tiny Dreams are Mine."
McCabe and Mrs. Miller, Freebie and the Bean, Ghost and Mr. Chicken
makes me sad...
I just read "The Road," by Cormac McCathy, knocked my socks off, now reading "A World Lit Only by Fire."
I met one recently, that was a disappointment.