Or, A Daily Pic in the Life of Leon Krunchbone.

Krunchbone, as noted, is rather abstract, somewhat hard to decipher or describe, just like his daddy Lysergic, our hero. He’s ready to run for office with his running mate, Klause Thornapple, and is busy publishing his campaign song, “Well I Can.” I just pulled that song out of the studio at Davey’s (myspace.com/davidcope) and will be placing it online soon, in accordance with all our ol’ election year blues.

He’s a bit of a cross dressing cowboy, as far as I can see, and in his daily picture at home a visual clue actually alludes to the only content driven lyric in the whole song. Vote for him, when I send him to XPN.

And Make Hunter S. Proud!

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Could you too see the world through Krunchbone’s eyes? What would you see?

This is Leon Krunchbone.

Leon Krunchbone is in my band. He’s a little difficult to explain: whenever one attempts an explination one becomes bewildered, so in this sense he’s a little like his daddy Lysergic, our hero. Suffice it to say that he certainly allows me to place my music firmly and undisputably in the realm of psychedelia, which is where great rock and roll belongs. He’s many of my fans favorite song, and within a few weeks you can have the opportunity to request him on XPN!

He’s running for office this November, but more anon- baby’s crying- gotta’ go!

This evening snow is marginally falling, glancing lightly over all of us, while seeming to ignore every pane. Snow, still general, falls, and still falls again.

But aren’t all days long? Having blown my knee, yet still having to wade through work as a waiter, I wonder what to say.

I think I’ll just go read Mo’s book. I borrowed it. Maybe she’ll read mine. I wrote it.

Paraic seems to have evaporated, which is a profound stunt for a man of his stature. I guess I only get the Carnegie Hall violinist on “Albuquerque,” which many think my best song. I hear within the resonance of his strings a tincture of the air of Ireland, it’s true.