I attempted to summit this thing in early may. there were still a few skiers and we used crampons. It went by at an insanely slow pace. step-step-step-rest. rest. rest. we camped just below Helen lake. placed the stoves inside the tent flaps to block the wind and eat what meager vittles we had. uncomfortably. trying not to get wet. ghouls screeching beyond the tents that were flip flapping in the throbbing gusts. And my thermarest didnt work so i got no sleep due to the freezing ground. so i ... read more

Ariel Pink, Monday June 18 at the Independent

It started off with a bit of confusion and dissonance, at one point the instruments were all forking on top of each other like a knotted and unknottable cluster fuck, then it just released like a finger in the ass orgasm! Those last 3 songs were great. He was moaning and mewling and grumbling and writhing. This was a sign-up band, so they had never played together live. He closed with Life in LA, his last words.."take me home....."

Some describe beauty as watching the sheening and glinting reflections of neon off downtown skyscraper glass. Yes, its pretty, but the sunset over the Fremont salt swamps was a totally natural vision. Except the fact that Carghill created the salt swamps to provide our destitute inland neighbors with the life-giving salts. . Mission Peak was steep, and the barren-yet-green backside of Mt Allison and Monument peak were isolated and desolate. Live oaks dropped their crowns of boney fingers to t... read more