Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pull My Trigger

I played Turtle Island maybe three times, and always died, but it sticks with me. Performing into a mike in front of an audience was enough. Anything to get out of my bedroom.

Charlie Company, Fort Ben Harrison. The stories I've told about this place. The stories I've yet to tell.

The only hippie joint I liked. The Hummingbird Cafe was for a brief time a serious hangout. Where pre-Kamakaze Radio performed separately.

The most artistic dive in Indy. And still standing. Here, time stands still.