Back home from NYC. Bi-polar appetite for tunes lately. Listening relentlessly to Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley (1995) and Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold (2008). The guitar solo in Afterlife is literally beyond my comprehension. -also on repeat is Kiss Them For Me by Siouxsie, who I dream about pursuing for a KH duet-  other then that, it’s just NPR and Youtube vids of snowmobile crashes and bear attacks and things.

our friend Kat Von D came through town for a book signing, and the next day I gave her and her sis a short walking tour of the city, which was cool.  Dan, greg, jonny and i might jet out east to Bam’s next week for her B-day party, which I can imagine being equally wonderful and seriously dangerous. My liver is quivering in anticipation.

I was spending time on my Crackberry unsubscribing from email lists when I came across this little piece of digital gold that some German site called Dank Haus sent to me:

WTF! i wonder if i could hire them just to hang out in my kitchen and “keep the energy high" for a couple hours a day while i work.  "Hey, Prinz Bobby, it's mat again. um, my energy is getting low? yeah, i'm gonna need you to drop by in your fuckin Klu Klux Dreamcoat and stir shit up a little."

here’s a t-shirt I just designed in defiance of fashion week.

two pieces given to me by Wirrow, my favorite new young artist from england

this is the scariest thing i own

My piano

View from my window. -and that's the perma-cloud that puts my spirit in a headlock every day

view from my window at night.

B&W raccoon print from a NYC bar 

And finally, as a token of my appreciation to the loyal raccoon readers, I give you 2 riotous Remixes of my hero, Christian Bale’s, on-set meltdown.

If these don’t make you laugh, then we must differ so greatly on such a fundamental level that we probably couldn’t ever be friends. ever.