Hello. If you've ever been to The Crosby on a 2nd, 3rd, 4th or sometimes 5th Thursday you may have either:
1.) been super weirded out because you listened to five tracks in a row that you've never heard, got bummed out and left..
2.) been super weirded out, but decide to stick around because we have Chimay for $6 on tap. one beer turns to two, ("this isn't that bad") two the three, and so on.. then you're that cat at the end of the night saying, "hey dude, man i like, love you guys man." then go next door, buy an issue of Juxtapoz, head home and give Buffalo 66 another chance.
3.) been super weirded out by everything else and resorted to The Crosby because you've been tired of the same thing, night after night, and by some strange fate you found your calling with the sounds of M.H.D.
Life in the carpool lane.. From handling the daily operations of The Crosby, To working on the next Free The Robots record, while doing small tours and gigs, a Normal life only exists on Sundays at this point. The work week is pretty fucking crazy! Thanks to you fun folks, I am still sane, still inspired, and still alive. Here are some photographs I've been taking over the past couple months. i tend to take a lot of shots as a visual diary... its just for fun.
Here are the Robot Adventures of Workin and Lurkin..