CHRISTA MIN - The Devil And Tex Watson

Lessee...walking down Robson...hot summer day. Never go near that street usually, but woke up in some dudes penthouse near Hooters. I woke up, grabbed a shirt off the floor and put it on...and\r\nsome sunglasses...and a leftover Heneiken from the fridge. Tiptoed out, stepping over the sleeping bodies on the floor. Now Im outside in the\r\npart of town that most needs a firebombing....and the sun is so...fucking...bright! Still stoned...no cash in pocket. Had enough money for a dollar store keyring that reads Take me to Yr Dealer" with\r\na drawing of an Alien smoking a joint. Bought it and immediately afterwards wished I bought a hot dog instead. Hot dogs. Swamps. Tex Watson. To my right theres an Asian businessman eating a hot dog. Drank the Heinenken down in one long drink. My minds in the everglades. My minds on Tex and Squeaky and Susan and Krenwinkel and dunebuggies and Ed Sanders and the Fugs...and that fucker Bugliosi...swamps. Swamps can hold you under. Until you cant breathe. Wouldnt want to fall into one...but I did. So hot! The sun is on its\r\nway out, but not soon enough. Gotta shield...myself. \r\n\r\nOne 13 minute track of PNW style lo-fi garage psych blown-out and broken up over 2 sides(ala little johnny jewel) from members and ex members of: jackie-o-motherfucker, staked plane, magneticring, nasty on, esp snake, anemones, sun arise, the countless jibes, video tokyo, the cinch, vancouger, and many, many others.\r\npackaged in 2 piece, silk screened millboard cover. art by nicholas bragg. xerox insert. " - Rundownsun