After 24 years, Rodeo And Picasso is pressed to vinyl for the first time courtesy of @thirty.something.records
Remastered at @theblastingroom with original artwork by @roryatx adapted to vinyl by @onetricpony
First pressing limited to 1,000 copies in 4 variants
Pre-orders are up now, link in bio.
Limited quantities are available in UK via @devildogdistro and @steadfastrecs in the US
Have you ever been in love? It’s intense. I am lucky to have been in love a few times. We drove each other crazy. Over and over again. The definition of insanity. Art decorates space and songs decorate time. Let’s decorate each other’s lives. Come join us. Sing. Throw stuff at me. Slap me and call me names. Tell me a secret. Offend me. Hold my hand. I think I love you. We get to exist. Isn’t that exciting? @recovertx@dregsatx@visitorstx@clipse@resoundpresents
Hear me out. I dream about a few of you. Ex girlfriends (I still love you) people I grew up with and best friends (I love you) and people I barely know (see you soon). These dreams involve all kinds of fantastical things. Psychedelic houses that look like Dali paintings and tumbling together through outer space and wandering around in far out forests where we should be or not to be. If I text you when I dream about you is that weird? What’s the protocol and the social norm? Am I weird if I tell you I dreamt of you? I did. I had a fucking crazy dream about you. Wait. Hang in there. I’m not talking about a used sex swing from an estate sale I’m talking about a vampire bat hanging from a branch. Be strong y’all it’s a tough world and I’m not saying you shouldn’t help your friends move furniture but I am saying that we can. From the front to the back. Be spontaneous and fall in love accidentally. Hold hands and kiss all the way down the god damned street. If I’ve thought about you once, well, I’ve thought about you lately. Can I still call you baby?
I’m putting out a song tomorrow. Link in bio.
@recovertx is playing a show with some of my favorite bands and oldest friends. Recover is my favorite band and they are my best friends. What a fuckin time to be alive. I could kiss you.
We didn’t know why we were writing songs. It wasn’t to fit in with a group of people and it wasn’t to make money. We didn’t have a fuckin choice. We met up every day and wrote songs about our personal and intimate experiences. Sometimes I’d call Tim in the middle of the night and tell him I have a song and he wouldn’t hesitate to meet up in the studio and record it. I’d be working jobs in bars and nightclubs and going through breakups and falling in love and all of the highs and lows in between and writing about all of it. I think the reason I wrote these songs was to feel not alone and that is through you. I hope you love this song as much as I do. If you do sing it! Sing it loud. Sing it so I can hear you from all the way over here. We are a part of something much bigger than these words and I’m so happy to be walking down this road with y’all. I’m gonna walk through the night just to be with you. All of you. (Link in bio)
I started playing music with a rag tag group of rascals. Bob, Ross and Jim. We were kids. Bob and Ross taught me how to play guitar and Jimmy taught me how to be cool. We would skip school to play music and we eventually started putting out albums. Walking through Paris carrying instruments. In Atlanta trying to score grass. Countless hotel rooms laughing and wrestling. We were brothers and soldiers in arms. We made magic. Music. We did it out of pure joy and instinct. It was what we were built for. We grew up together when Austin, Texas was still a town. Riding around on bikes and having fun and making mistakes as we all do when we are young. Now we are older but we still come together. I have never known a deeper friendship than I have with these guys. They are with me through thick and thin. We are playing a show and I hope to see you there. You have grown too! I am proud of you all and can’t wait to see who you have become. Let’s do this
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about the cash on the street
I don't give a fuck about anything
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about that anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about LSD
I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about Vietnam
I don't give a fuck about your mom and your dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about what you do
All I ever fuckin' think about is you
I don’t care what’s going on it’s my birthday
Books and music, art in the louvre
Philosophy, sculptures, lies and truth
Armies, concepts, the future of man
Religion and pyramids built on the sand
Every impossible feat that’s been done
Every unthinkable thing I would do
The moon, the sun, the stars and sky
Everything was built for you
I’m so in. Til I can’t no more. Life is a sin. Even on heavens door. So come around and see me. We’ll shine up the floor with the bottoms of our boots. There’s always room for two. When it’s me and you. Forever more. I’m so in. Till I can’t. No. More.
Did I ever break your heart? We built a house. Broke the windows so we could see out. The frame around us in case of fallout. Wallpaper and paint and staircases surround. You built a house around my heart that will not fall down. You didn't break my heart you made it sound. Hey y’all! I released a song today. It’s on Spotify. It’s called Climax and it’s an Usher song. Check it ouuuuttt. Link in bio.
The things we talk about when we talk about love is we don’t even really talk I just bend your legs back over your head and you hold my hand as we cross the street cause I care about you and I don’t want you to get hit by a car unless it’s with me. When I sleep alone my legs and feet hang off the edge of the bed because it’s not a California king and California has never even had a king. Link in bio
Don’t be scared. Sing when you are afraid to sing. You have a beautiful voice. I know you don’t think so but it’s true. Go tell her that you think she’s really pretty. Your future grandchildren will appreciate it. I can’t wait to hear my mother laugh again. I miss my ex girlfriends cats. Don’t forget to eat dinner. I hear you singing when you think I’m not listening. Be brave. I know it’s hard sometimes but I believe in you. In the middle of the night I think about who I should give my bedside lamp to because I’m about to split town. I stare at the ceiling and think about how maybe the moon is a spaceship that brought humans to Earth. We pay people to cut our hair and tell them deeply personal things and they are totally cool with it. We have sex with people we barely even know in hopes that we can get to know them better. What am I gonna do with this bedside lamp?
I released a song yesterday! I’m really excited about it. Link in bio. I’m gonna be releasing more songs soon. Come and see me on tour and squeeze me.
