I could use some help with the date. Matt's more than one year old.

Guessing a date based on the fact that I started school a little after the start of the year.

We weren't able to take it when we moved to Chattanooga.

As a non-baby, anyway.

I had to go to a special doctor.

A movie about Orson Welles' War Of The Worlds. I remember they unscrewed a jar in the toilet.

Turns out Folk encompasses a lot of kinds of music.

We stuck these sound effects stickers on our dresser and our closet door.

The city bus company was making a commercial starring Mr. Sulu from Star Trek, and would we like to come down to the studio and watch and maybe help out?

I liked the effects pedals taped to the guitar, though I had to ask Bruce what that was.

Our mom switched it off halfway through though.

I wish I still had the More Songs About Buildings And Food album.

I think that was my only goal of the season but it was also my birthday.

We all had to wear white, and then you have ginger ale with sherbet in it.

We rarely watched Bandstand but we were at a friend's house.

It seemed unbelievable, people were just walking down the street making this insane claim.

This really did seem wild at the time.

My first real concert.

We all had to take it. I guess it was for people who had no dreams.

Definitely worth it though.

I think The Judys opened.

The rumor was that he hid in an open grave but I think the real answer was different.

This was a terrifying and depressing show.

We went through so many drummers.

The Washington Post thought it worthy of mention.

Very unsure of the date of this.

Very hard to recreate the date on this event.

No idea what the occasion was.

Drove down with Sterling Owen.

Punks and skinheads finally united.

Drove down with Sterling Owen again.

We started to get real DIY shows in Chattanooga in 1984.

I guess this picture was given to me because my high school hair is on full display.

I actually lived like this.

I got the job the day I graduated high school.

They were the opening band. They were pretty good.

After the recording my brother got picked up to go to summer camp.

I had a great time but I wore some vintage shoes and they hurt.

I was called "the salad cowboy".

I was there in 1987. I wish I had more pictures.

Pretty big show to be on the Harvard Campus.

I guess I traveled up from Boston?

10,000 Maniacs opened.

Date approximate.

This was supposed to be the fancy place in Knoxville.

This had to be one of my first attempts at setting type on a computer.

Across the Yard were, in fact, the jangliest.

The year is a guess. My brother and I were in Everything Tool. Mercyland was the out-of-town band. I don't remember meeting them but we had a cassette of their album in the car and we played it a lot.

I used to check out lots of records from the Knox County Library in downtown Knoxville.

Lotsa hillbilly white supremacists showed up.

I remember this show or these shows but I really wonder when they happened.

I think everybody who did a fanzine looked forward to seeing these capsule reviews in Factsheet Five.

We came out of the basement to discover the Gulf War had started.

Gryphon's was the laundry where we practiced.

It was harder to take hundreds of cat pics then.

I got this in the mail from the alumni association at UT. I shoulda put a penny for scale.

Marshal Andy sang to me about cowboy heaven.

These were the unhip bands of 1992. We were too old!

Apparently Liz Phair was also on the bill but amusingly I don't remember that.

I looked at a pedestrian's food for too long.

It was too noisy a venue.

Hallowe'en party, 1993. Dean Street and Bond, Brooklyn.

My friends had a little baby and they brought it to Brooklyn and let me hold it.

Apparently Al Franken was also on the show but amusingly I don't remember that.

I edited Bachelor No.1 with Brandon Kruse and a bunch of other contributors. Any continued freshness it has comes from Brandon's incredible ink-and-brush (and Zip-a-Tone) illustrations.

Very unsure of the date though.

The woman on drums was tipsy and giggly. Stephin Merritt looked miserable.

This, as you may have guessed, was our second issue.

A difficult milestone to achieve, yet it passed with little fanfare.

Date very approximate.

As with almost all fanzines, the third time's the charm.

I also became technically homeless while I was writing it.

It had an outhouse, very rustic, but was actually in somebody's side yard.

When they bring out the white seamless, you've made it.

We tried making the Hi-Balls 7" with a rudimentary silkscreen apparatus. (A Speedball kit.) It didn't work out.

Maximum Rock and Roll thought it was great.

Let me tell you how I got this cat.

I saw this live when it was first aired.

When they bring out the white seamless, you've made it.

This had to be the time they were almost snowed out.

Great show. Al gave me a plaque.

We wrecked the place.

I actually lived like this.

I bought a tuxedo that summer because I had to go to several formal weddings.

Took a night flight.

Most of the studios were on 30th Street.

I need details.

Unbelievably, I showed them my reel.

My first experience of refrigerator door syndrome.

I went to Chattanooga and hung out with my cousins.

I remember this event.

I know this from a note in my 1999 datebook.

I also took a little trip to Mars.

We were housesitting on my first visit to New Orleans.

This was my first visit to New Orleans.

We recorded down in the basement.

We recorded down in the basement

The Innuendos played a gig with a couple of favorite NYC bands.

It wasn't my kind of music but I found the show memorable.

The model for this was in a J. Crew catalog, if I remember correctly.

I learned about my new boss as well.

Date very approximate.

Happy Holidays (with the Churchkeys at Lakeside Lounge, 1999)

Except...I'm not sure this show really happened.

I guess it was lame except that I had fun.

He did a couple of numbers with the band.

If you can't tell, it's supposed to be a pelican.

I'm writing this on May 11, 2020, having just heard the news that Betty Wright has passed at the age of 66. I saw Betty Wright at Jazz Fest on May 7, 2000. It was one of the best shows I ever saw.

We opened for The Bruisers and The Bullies.

We opened for The Bruisers and The Bullies.

We recorded the show.

I tried out for Zoom at one point, it didn't go well.

I guess the Woggles had a guarantee and we didn't but they gave us ten bucks for gas.

I honestly don't recall playing Tip's twice but I guess we did.

We got to this lonely place and Dan said "This is like being on tour in North Dakota."

It was one of the least worthwhile job interviews I've been on.

At the end of our set Trey hopped down the little steps at the side of the stage, smashing them to bits.

I hurt myself a little goofing off on their stage fence.

The cops took all the money.

I think both 66 Goat and Hip Replacements were power duos.

It was just two days after 9/11.

The picture is from 1990, found on a website.

I do remember this show happening. I have no evidence that it did though.

Immortal Lee County Killers' drummer J.R.R. Tokin' used his floor tom strictly as a coffee table.

This turned out to be our final show.

I spent a Mardi Gras going with some Loyola classmates to Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico to work on houses.

The venue was un-airconditioned.

Jeff made crawfish etouffée.

It was downtown on Carondelet Street.

I broke too many guitar strings.

This is probably the apotheosis of my New Orleans social life, back when I had one.

It was insanely loud inside, so we took the show out to the sidewalk.

Slade got us matching Jeff Lynne wigs and shades.

I don't think the managing editor was too thrilled.

We start a ritual regarding a sign in Laurel, Mississippi.

We went out for fried chicken after.

Everybody said the guy was some sort of mafioso and I should expect retribution.

We had a new drummer but the change didn't do what we wanted it to.

Looks like we had some festive and timely headwear.

We played guitars.

We started in Athens but we didn't actually play there.

We played with a band called The A-Sides.

A comedian opened the show.

At a house in a trailer park.

It was Jeff's birthday I think.

I guess I had some art in it, or maybe I just went to it.

I guess I went, it's in my date book.

I feel like there was another band called Golden Showers on the bill but I dunno.

Dan Kroha (ex-Gories!) had a nifty "diddley-bow". I had forgotten we played on this show.

The Bangs had a song called "Dirty Knives".

This was our first time meeting the Ka-Nives. The club was a coffee shop but they paid us in beer (Killian's Red).

The Ka-Nives said New Orleans shows were stiff and nobody came. This time they were right.

Starting our first and only New York tour.

I never heard of the club before or since.

I really liked this slightly dumpy Honduran place.

Continuing the tradition of playing on my birthday.

Very fun show and we recorded it.

Concluding our first and only New York tour.

I definitely remember the show.

These were our friends from Buffalo.

We were fine. Ka-Nives were over the top.

My first experience wtih Texas' blue laws.

I went walking around Decatur Street before the show.

Got out my black and green inks.

I don't remember why we called it a reunion.

Was this a Hallowe'en show?

I would put them up against any band in the world for best live show.

I was just a huge fan of Preacher's Kids. Wish I could have been in the band.

A huge handful of people came.

I don't remember it, somebody remind me.

It was as if they designed this show specifically for me.

I remember hanging out in the hotel's game room, among other nice things.

We did an interview on WTUL before the show.

Back when the Mod Dance Party needed some support, I guess.

I think this was the first of three New Yearses we played there.

We had nothing to hold the kick drum in place so for a while I sat in front of it.

Actually our first show.

I said I would only be in the band if I could play drums. The thing is, I didn't know how to play drums.

Had to be at Circle Bar or One Eyed Jack's.

We thought we really needed these.

Less than a week after our first show.

I wonder if it was actually MAXIMVS! that played this gig, though.

We stopped at Buffa's and played a short set, uninvited.

They said it would take two weeks to work. It took one week.

I liked the Ponys until I got thoroughly sick of the singer's voice.

Cousin Vickie later played keyboards in The Stacks.

The paper color was really important.

It's a magazine that covers events and listings in new Orleans.

Not sure who took all these.

The venue gives me the willies but it was a fun show.

A summer saturday.

Thanks, anonymous photographer.

The gig itself wasn't remarkable but the aftermath was.

There have to be pictures from this.

How big is your want-to?

We didn't have a gig but we wanted to go anyway.

I enjoyed that date stamp.

I guess this was the last All-Night Movers gig.

I think this was the first time playing the garage.

Black Bonnets had Andrew Donaldson, who'd later join the Stacks.

Trey got punched in the face, but it wasn't his fault.

Part of a big fun fest called Blackbeard's Lost Weekend.

I'm sorry, I don't remember The Sutures at all.

I remember having incredible suicidal/elated mood swings on this day.

I guess we tried the Happy Hour thing again.

I sort of made an ass of myself.

We looked good in front of those velvet curtains.

What happened to the velvet curtains?

It probably wasn't a great idea.

Paradise Vendors weren't like any other band in town, good stuff.

We tore it up at this show to a well-oiled crowd. I also saw something remarkable on the way to the gig.

Interlopers had a good new record about to come out.

Jeremy Lyons was really busy in New Orleans until one day he was just gone.

The second of a couple of excellent garage shows.

This is when Trey and I came up with the Turfgrass Cup.

First Wednesday of a four-Wednesday residence.

Thanks, anonymous photographer.

We met under amusing circumstances.

I remember really liking her harmonica playing.

It was miserable. I made it a little bit fun though.

This picture really expresses how I felt at the time.

We had to go on late so some weak indie rock band could play. That was a bad idea on the club's part.

Casey Howard was our horn player at the time.

This was a nice place to play in New York.

This wasn't a happy show.

I can't remember how this happened or what the name of the club was.

I'm sure we came in last.

She was a great poser.

This whole event was amazing. I felt so crazed after Katrina but this show made me happy to be in New York.

It was fun to see Richard Griffiths live.

Great show. He talked to Kool-Aid.

Not sure if we benefited from it, but it was a good time.

Jimmy And the Wolfpack played.

I remember so little about this. We ended up getting Korean food, I think.

I'm sure the show was fine, but listen to this other story I have about this place.

I watched at the house of some acquaintainces I didn't know well.

I didn't win.

Date approximate.

Slade Nash is the drummer in All-Night Movers. He is like a drum machine that can mix drinks. Also an incredible mensch. Drummer jokes don't apply to him.

It was hot. I was underdressed.

The next morning, she was still there. And the next.

I knew she would be mine, there was never any doubt.

I'm liking this young cat.

It was fun to watch her concentrate.

Her little brother wrote "FUCK YOU" on my front door.

I just happened on the show and my brother was there.

This was in Bushwick on our gray-painted floors.

I stayed up all night to catch a morning plane.

I need to do more watercolor.

I think it was the Stacks. It was probably a sort of Stacks/Wolfpack hybrid.

Boy did she look sharp.

I had some people over and I made potato salad.

Cats are basically temperature regulation devices.

Looks like I had a good time at least.

One of my coworkers really made an impression on me.

The whole thing was somewhat interrupted by what you might call a flash flood.

We also shot guns at cans and bottles.

Rose poser.

Dignity.

She had a really good attitude.

The venue was a casualty of the construction of the Atlantic Center.

We played this bar several times.

This is where I first found her and fed her a piece of a hamburger.

It got hit by a tornado. It hosted many parties and cookouts.

I wonder about the date on this though.

It was a bar in Williamsburg Brooklyn.

Headliners at a big venue.

If you want to start the game with ANUS, you better hope I don't have MOTIF.

I'm not sure about the date on this.

I didn't win anything.

There were five heads.

She made herself at home, for sure.

Friendly service, delicious gyros.

Always had fun at that place.

He agreed with us about his son.

Looks like things are tough for ArJo Printing.

We liked playing anywhere with "lounge" in the name.

Featuring the obligatory bowling posterior shot.

Maybe Trey could remember it better than me.

We had nice light in the Irving Avenue place.

4e loved this elevated front porch.

sorry, just a deflated mylar balloon.

My first experience wtih Texas' blue laws.

I've never had such a loyal and companionable cat.

Rent then was a mere $1400 for one long room.

She was very photogenic that day, and the light was nice.

Just a little bit before we moved to New Orleans.

I paid a guy to help me move and he stole my house key.

I went with Dan. They were good.

I just gave the drawing board away, eventually.

She made a good cap'n.

My colleague Alex Hemard did the excellent, Bourbon Street inspired design.

Fun club to play.

Trey is a good sport to keep sailing with me.

This was a fantastic porch for man and cat alike.

I could do nothing right.

Attendance was sparse.

It might as well have one mouth since both mouths sing Eighties lyrics.

My power was out for days.

Riding bikes in fifty mile per hour winds.

We went on real late if I recall.

I drew a luchador.

Tuesday night rock and roll. Good crowd, actually.

a very quickly drawn flyer

Tuesday night rock and roll. Good crowd, actually.

Good show. Mike Edison was in town.

Paul Caporino from M.O.T.O. was on this bill as well?

Another birthday show for me.

Primitive Boys were great, but I don't think they ever played another show.

The Stacks played the 8th Annual Chazfest, in the yard of what was known as the Truck Farm, on St. Claude Avenue.

I knew I had seen that same picture somewhere.

I bought this beater for $20 at a yard sale.

She made this in 1993.

She was happy here, with lots to climb on and catch.

Seen and photographed in Bywater.

He lived downstairs, and his name was Angus.

Was this the show with Mystery Girl?

A car I saw while walking around the business end of New Orleans.

Thanks to Steve Walkup and The Goodnight Show Orchestra.

Good show for us.

I made a gaudy online flyer.

Really not trying.

I can't get enough of rusty old signs.

Not quite like Holt Cemetery, but sort of.

The Stacks played.

Looks nice on this fence, though.

Absolutely loved this band as a band and as people.

Lauren Oglesby brought all the people.

I don't know about Sally but I was lonely in Austin. Sometimes we made the best of it, though.

I made some miniature throws. I thought they had to be Roman-themed.

Pretty fun show. Austin Lucas was bossy.

Nothing indicated this would be a remarkable date at the time.

I got an endorsement deal.

A 1999 Ford Ranger.

I biked from the Motel 6 to my new job.

Most of the time I went to a food truck called Jefe's near the UT campus.

This guy is a friend of my friend's sister.

I thought the interviewer was trying to get info out of me to steal my identity.

Lynn Smith rode with me from Austin to New Orleans.

This was in Austin where there wasn't enough for her to do.

Sally in the covers.

This apartment was comfortable. I hardly left it.

I made this big pink thing for my office but I hung it up in my apartment for a while.

Lovely dentition.

The Saints beat the Giants 52-49.

Couldn't stay till the end.

I know this is only cute to me, but it's really cute to me.

Fun club to play.

Whoever picked the brown made a good choice.

It was a lot of fun. Most tired I've ever gotten as a drummer.

The guitarist was also in my band Mountain' Shoutin'.

Our house really was comfortable, we stayed in it too much.

I was walking down 6th Street in Austin one lunch hour when I saw a group of people with cameras out, looking up.

I couldn't move it when I left Texas so I sold it for peanuts.

Really not trying.

Our one gig was a house party in South Austin.

Nobody was hurt.

This country gas station has shoes and a topless bar in it.

text

It was a school night but I'm glad I went anyway.

From a picture my mom sent me.

I still made it to my mom's the same day, just about eight hours late.

I also saw the Wayne White museum show, but this might have been more fun.

A really fun show.

This yard was hard to control.

I took a picture of a pickle on the pavement, with unintended consequences.

I actually lived like this.

Nice place to work. Too bad it flooded so much.

Actually I think she's enjoying the sunbeam.

All Access, baby.

I like a lot of Prince music, but I can't stand his mid-tempo hits.

Daisy is a skinny little pit bull Gina found on the levee.

Captured my mood exactly.

It was cold and the people that were there stayed around the fire.

I really was over it as far as my landlord was concerned.

I liked living here until I got the light bill.

Another football dream.

I forgot to try hard.

For my birthday we had a campfire and a pickin party.

Pretty common view when the river is high.

This Holy Cross Neighborhood Association t-shirt has had a long run.

I moved to the Ninth Ward. Most of my pictures from this time are out of focus.

Just silhouettes, but you can tell who it is.

Gina has this wedding tent to work under but maybe it wasn't meant to stay up in real bad weather.

A very long, very fast, dark gray snake.

The Kentucky Derby fell on the day we were there and we went to the city dog track to watch it.

Just looking at this picture reminds me how high my utility bills for this house were.

Nice place to show work.

The fluorescent paint? Very expensive.

Great show. Really loud.

I wonder if these are from the '20s or the '90s.

Gina asked me to plant these.

Here's the recording from that show.

link to (excellent) Bandcamp recording in post

I made an animation to advertise the show.

I was about twice as old as all the other kids there.

Seen on the sidewalk in front of a mansion on Jackson Avenue.

Kind of a strange place, really.

Shared the space with Karen Ocker.

This was probably my last Mardi Gras.

The film was called Knuttin' Bowl.

Sorry if there are too many pictures of fires with no people on here.

I usually go with Andrew but I think I was on my own this time.

Tailgate as billboard.

I built a kind of a rig to put a camera above my work table.

I haven't used it enough.

Harmless, as long as you don't pick it up.

Found out front under the cypress trees.

These cheery balloons spelled out "FUCK YEAH" for a day.

The gameplay is so perfect, and you always learn something about human nature.

Those white socks.

This took forever to paint.

Yuh huh.

A night out with Trey and Becca.

We were so happy then.

An offering on the mississippi River levee in Holy Cross, New Orleans.

I stopped in the Please-U Diner on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans.

Joanne is the one taking the picture.

This was a kind of sign you could still see in downtown New Orleans in 2014.

Took a walk with Gina and P.J. to the riverbank. I guess the water was very low.

A soft daddy long legs, for lack of a better description.

Doing what he does best, or at least does most.

Last time playing that bass on stage, it turns out

This was Court Batson's first appearance with Chef Menteur.

I have more recent pictures but this is the one I like.

It was still pretty warm.

It told me something I didn't know about Houston.

Gina and Daisy and I took a walk.

I miss her so much.

It's spooky in there even when you're alone because the wind blows the loose corrugated metal around.

We do a lot of these.

Once when I was a teenager, maybe fifteen, I answered the phone. It was my mom's mother, Grandma Vada. She asked me a question.

Pretty typical palette.

I seem not to change much in how I live.

We burned up a stinky knifeblock.

We're recording at our drummer's house. He's stuck living with all of me and Andrew's gear for a while.

He's quite serious about it.

they were living in a U-Haul van in front of the house; hindsight says I should have been more suspicious.

Post-It sketch

Showing off my pandemic facial hair and walking on the levee in Arabi.

These aren't even necessarily the ones I listen to the most. These are the ones that "influenced" me.

Look out, Mr. Heinz!

This wouldn't be remarkable except when I see these cats I always look for Sally.

Last time I got close was when I was laid up in the hospital in college.

He's an enormous cat.

Ignoring the peligro.

burned up a lot of yard trash.

Our drummer is moving away so we're recording while we can.

Pink popsicle time.

Seen a few days after the death of George Floyd.

He's a gentle giant, except that he bites.

Inspired by a trip to Birdie's convenience store on Broad.

Today was his ninety-first birthday but also his last day.

Lewis d'Aubin got it done in an hour.

The Pandemic Reboot Independence Day Edition

I'm doing all right, despite the pandemic. I am okay not seeing too many people. Saving money, I guess.

My neighbor's odd behavior is explained, but it's more than that.

Buddy is very patient, despite being the most food-motivated cat I've known.

Several commenters thought it was a golf bag.

I couldn't use them up fast enough.

fooey.

I really feel for this frog.

Seen in Holy Cross. Gina knows who it belongs to but I don't.

Just fooling around.

Report from the hermitage.

Just a good looking animal for your enjoyment.

Imagine the planning that went into dumping this load in somebody's yard.

I learned an astonishing fact about Diesel fuel and its alternatives.

Otter is the most entitled cat I've ever known, and that's saying a lot.

I doodle while I'm on the phone, a lot (if not always). Sometimes it's my better work.

Gina and I watched the storm come in; it was beautiful.

I was in Tennessee watching the New Orleans Saints play a team I didn't recognize.

In which I teach Buddy a lesson, but you know what? I learned a lesson of my own.

Just like on Christmas, or the night before a big trip, I stay up too late, supposedly getting organized.

First art show I'd seen druing the pandemic.

I got exposed.

Gina put on a socially-distanced live music show.

I got exposed.

Documenting the exciting life of an animal who puts up with me.

Saw this great high-water truck in Chattanooga.

Saw this nifty but off-putting vehicle at Canseco's.

I'm sad to say that this was necessary.

I dreamed I was on tour with my band. We had a gig at a women's college. Also Betty.

He's available to model any hosiery you can get him to wear.

They said the quarantine would be a great time to get work done.

Gina's dog Daisy doesn't have a lot of fur.