This is an image I created way back in 2008, when LV-426 was still just me, the Tonester and Seth. Back in those days, we hadn’t quite landed on “LV-426 Tradition” as the official public name for our faith, and we were still humorously calling ourselves “the Zombies of Set.” (This was due to us both having trouble going to bed at decent hours and staying up until 5:00, 6:00, or sometimes even 7:00 AM every day. As a result, we acted like zombies during the daytime because we were so goddamn sleep deprived, we were probably legally dead. Or at least that’s what I remember, anyway.)
2008 was the first year of my decade in Texas that I would describe as anything better than “bad.” (Funny that it would also be my last full year in that place.) I was still living in a questionable situation, but at least I was alive again in Seth-Typhon, and some pretty big changes were right around the corner. But just before that all started, Hurricane Gustav hit the Gulf of Mexico during the week of Sunday, August 31. At the place where I was living, we opened our home to a bunch of people from New Orleans who had evacuated the city just before Gustav hit. The memory of Hurricane Katrina was still fresh on everyone’s minds, so when Gustav became a Category 4 that summer, it was a no brainer; everyone had to get the hell out of New Orleans (and Galveston, Texas for that matter), and anyone who had room in their home needed to let someone else use it for a week. It was actually a pretty awesome experience to bond with these complete strangers in the midst of such a terrible force of nature, and it made me feel pretty tight with Big Red; maybe someday I’ll write some more about that week.
I also discovered Alice Cooper’s Easy Action (1970), his second studio album (and the last album he ever allowed Frank Zappa to produce). I became insanely obsessed with this humble little opus during that time, and I spent many an afternoon sitting in a tree out in the front yard with my boom box, blastin’ the Coop for everyone in the neighborhood to hear. Hey, it was hurricane season and everybody was just glad to be alive, you know what I mean? I didn’t give two shits about any “noise ordinance.”
That’s me sitting in a tree in ’08, blastin’ the Coop.
Speaking of “shits”…At some point that week, I ate a real bad hot dog; I mean, this sucker was mean. I’m not going to tell you what happened after I ate it, but I’ll say this much: people became concerned. And that’s what inspired this humorous little diddy.
Remember: “You Are What You Eat!”