My friend Chuck King, a.k.a. Spacefuzz, stopped by the ebong fake offices in Karlsruhe about 5 years ago and we recorded a couple of his songs and a few covers too. He was palying a 30 year old guitar of god knows what origin. And with it, he rocked. I give you a cover of Iron Maiden's Number of the Beast. Bow down.
This is the terrifying and gruesome tale of being ejected from a speeding boat in the middle of a cold and freezing abyss, in the Iron-stained reaches of northern Minnesota. Lake Vermilion is a man-eater, and this was a day that changed lives, my friends. And not only did it change my life, but the lives of every person to whom I relate this story. So do be warned.
We often wish the world away, longing to fast-forward to a time in the future when anticipation of an event gives way to presumed satisfaction. Moments only seem to matter when we're prepared to accept them. So what the hell is all this then? Enjoy.
This is a biker rally of some kind at the old Hanson Marina on Clear Lake. The fireworks show on the way out was great. The scene on the inside was hilarious.