...even with all the answers out there....

Expressway to my skull.

Hi Tammy, thank you.

Marcin, thank you.

Working/lurking...24/7.

Hi Aaron. Nice digs. All thanks & love.

Hi Monika & Justin, thank you.

Yelena, thank you.

Peaceful Canadian vibes. Trevor Solomon.

Ghost Wars eternal.

You Am I. That's a sweeeeeeeeet Brian May Guild right there.

(a/k/a Australians with good "rock" songs and serious "stage chops").

Archers (a/k/a Eric Bachman on one of Reuben's creepic Old Style guitars).

Jurgen, oh how I love you.

John Goff of Crash Worship (a/k/a mid-80s industrial noise/performance art) and Physics (90s synth-based post-rock). Good dude, great bands, and an epic resource of obscure analog synths.

The 80s (a/k/a Hank post-show shivers in the Black Flag van).

The 90s-00s, (a/k/a Explosions In The Sky).

The Horrors, (a/k/a quite possibly the worst retro band of the modern age).

Dangerous Boys Club, (a/k/a 'bold tragectory').

Yacht. Sexy science nerd vibes.

Lil Stevie. A boob, literally.

The Soft Moon.

The glamourous life. Hi Justin.

Pugs...a Goth's best friend.

Street stares. 

Jeff, congratulations on the human baby. 

Hi Nicole. Been knowin' you a long, long time.

Woof.

Ben, welcome back.

Ace in a dank hole, Dan Monick. My friend, I love you very much. Was great to see you in PDX all those weeks ago.