R.I.P. Johnny Winter.
I had the pleasure of having the lovely boys from King Parrot crash at my house last night after their gig at The Carriers. Sick band and awesome dudes.
So fucking pleased that this cafe had blankets outside. Smoking in comfort.
Chocolate fixes everything.
Happy Birthday to Mr Philip H. Anselmo.
Oh fuck yes.
This is such an amazing album, I definitely need the vinyl.