Goes to Ben from the always delightful band Farm, who writes:
Hey Casey,
I was reading your blog and. . . well, if you’re going to, like, voluntarily “merge with the infinite” or something, can we have some of your mikes and recording stuff?
thanks man,
ben
In the instance of my untimely demise (most likely in a plane crash, as I fly to CA on Friday) Ben and co. are hereby the beneficiaries of my “recording stuff.”
Jesus — do I sound that depressed? I’m just pissed off, for fuck’s sake! If I was depressed I wouldn’t bother blogging.
But thanks for the consideration.


Hey…you wanna go see Lez Zeppelin with us at the Fillmore Saturday night? It’s their first SF show, and according to Mr. Marcus, they’re very good. See you soon.
“Lost?”
“Lost”
Yeah, it’s a weird little gadget that holds an obscene amount of music and some video. Side effects include decreased social skills and severe eye strain from watching episodes of “Lost” on a 2″ screen.
ipod?
Those suckers are all in the iPod now. I’m Mr. Digital!But some of you might want to fight over the iPod, in case my plane plunges or the next Great San Fran Earthquake happens while I’m out there.
How about your black sabbath records, man?
Can I have YOUR Soul-GLo?See you in a few days, Mr. Pop Star.
Can I have your soul patch?
Can I have your books and your girlfriend?