Remember the good old days when smoking a blunt would get you all silly-like? What a time! This week I tell a story of the blunt that numbed all senses except for those of a Houston Police officer. Luckily, it was my friend’s dad, but the important thing is I didn’t learn any lessons. Also, the Wands won’t let me half-ass it while the Pentacles lay out the rest on this week’s reading.
Well, here we are at episode 100, and I couldn’t have done it without your support! I truly, truly appreciate it. This week I tell a story about another wild L2V road show, but one that lacks the fun and games you’ve come to expect. It’s about what you do sometimes on the path to your dream that isn’t glamorous, or sexy, or even necessarily fun at all, but it’s this and hundreds of other small, similar instances that help propel you to where you’re going even though you may not realize it at the time. Also, Pentacles and the Devil are in the cards for me this week.
The first time is never the best, but is a required to experience to get to to where you’re going. The first time on the road is awesome for every band, but how appreciated is it? Also, The Emperor strong-arms through the Swords on this week’s reading!
I’m not sure if this story qualifies as a ‘wrong place, wrong time’ situation, but it certainly was in my mind at the time. I think it’s more like a ‘too high to be any place’ situation I was in. So is the plight of the young stoner, but these are the things we go through that make up stronger. Also, this is about the first time I saw Akira.
I always wanted a van with a wizard airbrushed on the side of it, and one day I achieved one half of that dream. This is the story of said van’s first voyage, and the magic required to get Letters to Voltron to the gig. Also, kings of love lay out a path in this week’s reading.
We can’t all be sportsman, right? This week I give some background into the recording of a classic Letters to Voltron record as well as learning when not to hang out in the pool with your band mate.
I love horror, but when I was a kid it scared the bejezzus out of me! I was afraid of anything the least bit related to monsters or evil, and now I can't get enough of the stuff. Love that evil! Anyway, I started thinking about the origins of this fear and tried to figure it all out in this week's story. Hail Satan!