All aboard the Gravy Train. You have stepped out of the shade and back into the shine. The Horchata Armada has docked on Venice Beach for a few days of field frisbee and long board action. Thanks to Bruce and Sergio, the newest crazy diamonds to point us in the right direction, our four squares aren’t square at all. The skateboard we acquired at the Dead show in Phoenix has yet to put any fifty year olds in the hospital and the Shakedown St. at the Hollywood Bowl is a field riot. Good times to be had by all, fer sure dude.
Welcome to the 2017 Roger Waters Pig Mine Countdown and all the California fast-fun you can eat. Where all roads lead from Shoreline to Colorado and back to Seattle and the Roger Waters concert machine. Stay tuned for tour updates and classic cuts as well at Thatcher Owen Mullin’s, real-time, interpretive graphic designs of the Pig Mine Countdown.
Great Googly Moogly
Wary of the most exquisite and real, Larry page is a swine flu pandemic walking. I’m not sure i know how to see y’all before we tear down the office today for my next week…great googly moogly to the mountains and you telling us together mostly in honoring.
Roger Waters Setlistat KFC Yum! Center, Louisville, KY
Speak to Me
One of These Days
The Great Gig in the Sky
Welcome to the Machine
When We Were Young
The Last Refugee
Wish You Were Here
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
Another Brick in the Wall Part 3
Pigs (Three Different Ones)
Us and Them
Smell the Roses
Bring the Boys Back Home
It doesn’t matter what you think you know, that set list is a dance card of event horizon proportions. What do you hope to find, down in a pig mine? All prayers go to Victor and Digby. You both have always done a good job of making things uncomfortably numb. Mad love bro.
Be sure to visit the Pig Mine Countdown: Phase 4 and see why Thatcher Owen Mullins is still wanted in Kentucky for “moral turpitude”.
Happy Birthday CeCe Rosalita. You are my sunshine. Cuidado! You like roller coasters a little too much, just like your Grandmother.
We call it “Riding the Gravy Train”.