As Faulkner mentioned, we rafted this Labour Day weekend on the Rogue River. The trip started with Rachelle and I hopping in Mel‘s car and driving it to Portland. Once there, we met up with Faulkner, Mel and Sam... dilly-dallied a bit... and drove straight to Medford.
What I’m saying is, we did a little bit of driving.
Little games were developed to keep us from going insane. We took turns narrating an imaginary sex scene from a similarly imaginary romance novel. Sam wrecked Oregon’s speed limit in a successful attempt to beat Mike and Amie to our common destination. And, we listened to the same three albums - over and over:
Artist: Aesop Rock
Album: None Shall Pass
Genres: Does anyone even use genres anymore?
Similar artists: MF Doom, Cannibal Ox, and Mr. Lif
Artist: Kanye West
Genres: They remind me of the phrase “everything but country.”
Similar artists: Lupe Fiasco, OutKast, and Common
Album: War Stories
Genres: A marker of complete toolishness.
Similar artists: DJ Shadow, Massive Attack, and Tricky
My favourite game was attaching suffixes to the word “holla”:
- -??? post your suggestions!
So, yeah, still suffering from either a boring life or writer’s block. Or both. Galleries of river antics and drunken partying will come soon. Woo woo, the parties are here: