Cory Grove. Say it with me again: Corey. Grove. You bastard. You henchman. You fork-tongued demon. You boiler of encased mysterious meats!
Cory sends me all kinds of stuff. Usually in the form of some grainy-ass iPhone image of “something he saw that he knew I’d fight to death over.” Hmmmph. And, the transmission usually has a threat tacked to it along the lines of, “I will fucking kill you.” Fun stuff like that. Well-meaning sentiments. And that’s what you are seeing up above. Some kick-ass icon set Cory found out there. No idea what it was on, or any other details, and well, that’s how Cory does it. Real gross. Real dirty. Just how we like it.
When Cory does shows his face on the DDC Factory Floor, we make things like this, this and this. Otherwise, he’s out there in the world doing it his own way, and, threatening to kill me or maim me every couple days or so.
Hey Cory! Come to the shop. You man enough? I will thrash you, then buy you lunch. A threat. A promise.
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ON CONSTANT ROTATION ALL DAY YESTERDAY, AND AS WE START THE DAY, TODAY: Lambchop’s new one, “OH (Ohio)”
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INSIDE THE COYNE MANSION: The New York Times gets a tour of Wayne and Michelle’s Oklahoma City compound! I’ve been pretty vocal about my love for this band, but, it stretches so much farther than the music. It’s the guts. The creativity. The bucking of the system. The ingenuity. It’s not about the band, or Wayne specifically, as much as it is about, “taking shit into yer own hands” and building the life you want.
I’ve driven by that house many, many times passing through Oklahoma City. I’ve never knocked on the door, and never would. Too weird. It’s the magic behind those doors that is so contagious and inspiring to me. My numerous little “Coyne Mansion inspiration drive-bys” still charge me up, t this day. One time, tired as shit, I rolled through OKC, saw his house, had a little laugh, then got so excited I drove for another 350 miles across Oklahoma into Texas and shit…just blasting the Lips and feeling so good about it all.
There is something incredibly bold about their decision to stay in the neighborhood Wayne grew up in. I mean, sure, he could move “up,” but, they don’t need too. I commend them for just that. It’s easy to find Wayne’s house. Drive by it. Get inspired. Think on it. Then turn up the car stereo, and get he hell back on the highway and go make a great life for yerself, too.
(Sent in by Billy, Jeff and Goo, both of which are assigned to play “Clouds Taste Metallic” at full volume…all the time, thinking about how those amazing songs were invented in a back room at Wayne’s house. So fucking good. Thanks, fellas!)
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FOUR GREAT ONES FROM BEN SMITH: Ben writes in and says, “It just so happens I do design work for a wholesale distributor of architectural door hardware.” And embedded inside the digital missive are four examples of old lock ads and what not. And here they are:
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