Rock and roll week begins. The Heart Beats. team has begun writing songs in a tastelessly dischordant style and things look to get nice and messy this week. By Saturday we shall have at least three songs recorded and available for listening.
I began rock week in an interesting fashion, by going race kart driving at the Grand Prix center in Mt. Kisco. It was both ridiculous and awesome, and also a comped experience as a friend was writing an article on them for the New York Observer. I will write a bit more on this later, but suffice to say that It was a frenetic way to start a week--nothing like racing cars to make one feel like he's a totally insane asshole who could sink his teeth into a plate of metal.
Driving while sitting inches above the ground is certainly a way to feel like you're "with the road".
We are a team of bouffant French astronauts. I was hired for my moustache.
Stumble It!
5 comments:
dude, obviously there are tons of similarities between driving race cars and being a punk rocker. details to follow.
similarities can be drawn between just about anything. details are always to follow.
how can i get to this place? this looks AWESOME.
Wait, wait, wait. This ISN'T a still from the next Wes Anderson film!? And you aren't all eccentric brothers!? Fuck that. I feel lied to.
This looks amazing! let's go!
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