Coincidence? Synchronicity? Or loyal advocates for having “Killer Times?”
On Friday, Dan Deacon performed at MICA. It was a great set, and everyone should go check out his new album, America. Check the title track here: Dan Deacon-America
Unknowingly to us all, the three of us chose to sport our Oriole Bird Killah T-shirts prior to meeting up for the show. The shirts were designed and printed by Brad Reiter through his monicker, Killer Times.
If you find the attire of the three handsome gentlemen in this photo aesthetically pleasing, Brad has several of his T-shirts available for sale at www.killertimes.com, along with several of his musical, film, and art projects for your viewing pleasure.
Christmas morning in the early 1980’s- there is a certain nostalgia that I confuse with “holiday spirt” although I can always conjure up some warming nostalgia by looking at old family pictures, trying to conjure up the “holiday spirit” isn’t as easy though….
Killer Times Tshirt Prints of 2012.
10th post, and the last of this expedition. Randi and I left Arkansas and arrived in Lexington, Kentucky in the dark. We were tired, and glad that it was the last night of sleeping in a motel room. We got settled in the room and just said to hell with going to some interesting food spot- we just walked across the street to the Arby’s. The prices seemed cheaper than the Arby’s in Westminster too. After that, we walked to the gas station and bought a 12-pack of Modelo beers. I put them on ice in the sink back at the room and caught a good buzz with Randi, watching Adult Swim for the rest of the night. It seemed like throughout this entire journey, I was able to just walk into any gas station, or convenience store, at anytime of day and buy alcohol. This has felt like such a luxury, because back home in Westminster, it was only possible to buy from a designated liquor store that was only open until 10pm. The next morning,
9th post, and we’re stopping in Arkansas, “The Natural State” or “The Land of Opportunity” - according to license plates. Our specific destination was Little Rock, I hadn’t done any research, but I recall it being Bill Clinton’s “hometown.” We arrived at the motel in the dark, and fortunately weren’t as exhausted as the previous night- so we had a little bit of energy to find a decent place to eat some hot food. We decide to get some BBQ, it seemed fit for the region we were in. We found good reviews on a place called Whole Hog Cafe- World Champion Barbecue. It was only a few minutes away, and when we got there,
8th post, and almost halfway home. The drive from Roswell, NM to Austin, TX was a little over 9 hours long. The driving scenery was brown, barren, and wide open. The towns we drove through were small; this made me think about what opportunities the youth had growing up in these environments. Naturally, I compared this perspective to my own environment and felt lucky. Carroll County has a variety of areas that have the same small town feel, but we at least we have hills for sleigh riding in winter. I also noticed some interesting names on road signs of counties in Texas. Names like
This is the 7th post of the road trip expedition. Randi and I left Arizona headed for Roswell, New Mexico- it was Thanksgiving Day. During the drive I saw a variety in terrain. There were deserts, tumbleweeds, and small mountains of large rounded boulders. We also saw a giant pistachio next to a pistachio farm, it had to be about 25-30 feet tall and was painted just like a ready to eat, salted pistachio. When we arrived at the Motel 6 in Roswell,
¡Buenos días! Este es mi sexto post en mi registro de expedición. (Good day! This is my sixth post in my expedition log.) My last post covered the time spent in Las Vegas and at the Hoover Dam. In this post I will cover the journey through Arizona. By this point in the expedition, Randi and I are pretty eager to get back to a normal lifestyle. Living out of our cars and in and out of motels is wearing on us, and our finances. The distances of driving usually leave us with enough time to find a bite to eat at a local food spot, then head back to the motel to relax for an hour or so before we pass out. So we haven’t been able to really dive in and explore the local culture of the stopping points. However, passing through the towns and cities has been like a driving tour- seeing communities, domestic commerce, and the agriculture of the southern states. Our first stop in Arizona was Phoenix.
This is the fifth post in the expedition log. Randi and I left California with a new perspective and the desire to see some more cool places. We considered Los Angeles, but decided that the traffic around that city is just too nasty and congested to bother with. Las Vegas seemed like a good place to head to, it was in route to the east and neither of us had ever been there before. We expected to see the strip and get some good food while passing through. Gambling wasn’t of any interest because I just think I will always lose. The drive there wasn’t too bad, mostly just dry, desert-like mountainous backgrounds. When we arrived in Las Vegas, I started feeling anxious and shaky, I was pretty hungry and was instantly turned off by the over stimulation of lights and crowds of people.
Here’s the fourth post of the cross-country expedition log- it’s a doozy. The last stretch of driving, from Flagstaff to Carlsbad, took over nine hours. When we arrived at the Motel 6, Randi and I were exhausted, aggravated and at the tail-end of some fierce headaches. Both cat carriers had dookie in them, which made for an unpleasant last few hours of driving through bending mountain roads and 55 mph highways littered with red lights. Randi and I were so worn down, we didn’t even feel like finding a unique local restaurant to eat dinner at, so we settled for a Carl’s Jr, which is a west coast version of Hardee’s. We both had classic combos which are just big dumb greasy cheeseburgers.