music

the jg bottlekey

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{this ad was paid for by future tacos}
i love a good combination gadget: the spork, the swizzle stick, flashlights that also have compasses, donut burgers... so it's no wonder i love the jg bottlekey by jg percussion! it has everything i need to: (1) tighten and loosen my drum heads, (2) open a bottle of ginger ale, and (3) open a bottle of beer for my friends in the practice room. it fits nicely in my pocketbook and it is even engraved with the initials of my favorite surfing, stick-making, taco-eating buddy, mr. jason ginter. {see his interview here.} if you're a drummer and you like drinking things out of bottles and you like saving space on your keychain, this is a no-brainer. order yours here.
-yeh!

yardbird {miami}

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definition of heaven: with them, eating that.
nothing. nothing compares to a long, early evening meal with fabulous food, amazing friends, mustard cocktails, and natural lighting...
like the one a few days ago at
yardbird
{in miami, not to be confused with 
hong kong's taste of brooklyn yakitori cool kids club}
it was one of those meals that was so good, it'd be worth trading my opposable thumbs for. because my friends are so great, they'd make up a brilliant way to make fun of me and then help cut my chicken. i'm so in love.
protocol for toasting during this trip was to say paradiddles instead of cheers, making everything about the trip a "business expense."
and, yes, that is a mustard effing cocktail. 
the porkchop citrus juice + apple cider + benchmark bourbon + dijon + thyme
i considered asking for extra mustard like i do with everything,
but instead i enjoyed it as it was meant to be. 
and it was not-too-sweet and refreshing and yummypants.
sel de mer's fatty miami fried green tomato counterpart was topped with pimento cheese and an unbelievable piece of melt-in-yr-potty-mouth pork belly. usually i write off pork belly as so 36 months ago, but not when it's this good.
veggie pot pie: an extremely respectable veggie option for a place called chicken.
left: rob does what percussionists do when they get wild/crazy.
right: alan laughs at him, or something else. 
it's hard to tell when everyone spends the entire meal laughing.
hearty & firm chicken biscuits with pepper jelly and pickley things.
you are the macaroni to my grayson, virginia cheese.

with my old roomie! and brian {of the tag, brian is numnums}

reason number two for why i'd move to miami is the freshness of the fruit and veggies. i'm no watermelon connoisseur, but i know when i die upon eating something. above are the melons & farm cheese which were unlike anything i'd ever had, texturally. an unoffensive crumbly cheese. and a crisp and juicy watermelon... formed an odd pairing that i am just now, in my tiny new york apartment, craving. which is the wrong place to crave that. but this one took thought and absence.
post dinner: eight grown men rolling around on the floor, violet beauregarde style, and one and a half asian girls nodding violently to the possibility of dessert.
bluebee crumble with corn ice cream.
yes, we want that.
complete success.
i'm even gonna use caps and bold to convey it:
COMPLETE SUCCESS.
the entire meal was simply nailguns. 
literally, paradise.
the memories of it can go in a little ball jar and sit on my desk now. 
i'll open it every time i need a good smile.
-yeh!!!

bye bye, broken heart.

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suddenly i have time to sit on my bed and stare into space
and think of nothing or anything. i can move slowly and paint
my nails and hang up my clothes... the answer to
do you want a second drink at dinner is yes.
it is the most fantastic feeling in the world,
it is also very lonely.
no longer will i spend every evening with the people that have been my family for the past few months... 
no more playing hours of waterphone every day,
no more enjoying all of the yummy sweets that materialize in the green room for the taking,
no more birdie chimes :-(
i's so sad. ima make dark chocolate lavender macarons.
-yeh

these days

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i've been riding the molly mobile!
and have been getting asked many times a day where i got my bag.
{i got it at jula, in the east village}
justin has been eating carrots and listening to extra weird music.
and we've been having yummy midday picnics.
i've been snacking on homemade cheez-its.
which, in fact, are old-chatham-camembert-its.
the muscles in my waterphone-holding arm are growing growing. 
and this smoothie has been keeping me alive:
greek yogurt + blueberries + strawberries + peanut butter +
a splash of amaretto + a few cubes of mum's lemon cake.

-yeh!