Legendary Week of Good Mail

On a recent walk around the lovely city of Northampton, Massachusetts, I noticed--with great joy--that The Legendary had left some fingerprints.

I'd like to imagine that the vandal worked at night, and not during the day when there are tons of bicycle cops rolling around. I'd also like to imagine that the vandal approached cool people outside of cool coffee shops and bookstores and handed them some stickers, and that he didn't act all sketchy because he'd just been tagging parking meters and street signs.

Here are some pictures from my mild adventure:









And as I write this post, I'm listening to the wild sounds of Mother Flux, the band of writer, critic, and editor John Madera. John was kind enough to send me the CD for being a finalist in the recent Lamination Colony contest. Thanks, John. You sing and scream nicely.

Speaking of Lamination Colony, have you read the Grand Prize winner Bobby Alter yet?

Happy Friday, all.