Purple Shirt of the Week: Rock and Roll Tiger!

The annual holiday record for Talking to Walls' Asylum fan club
started getting pieced together last weekend. I got this keychain
while I was at CMJ last week (note the Mohawk and earings), which
prompted the first track to be recorded:

Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger -
You know he'll never let you down!

Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger!
Rock and roll tiger -
You know he's not a tiny bear!

Trust me, it all does make sense...

Purple Shirt of the Week: Going National

Much like what I hope to be the future fortune of our next record, the
Purple Movement has gone national! See for yourself - good 'ol Dave's
on board!

foiled again...and again

Damn you Blogger.com for refusing my images via email publishing! what good are you!

http://talkingtopurple.blogspot.com/2009/10/purple-shirt-of-week-american-pop-art.html

fixed.

Purple Shirt of the Week: American Pop Art Lesson

Hey Look! I work with one of the most motivating women in America!

Unfortunately, which she should have been able to retire since her service in WWII, she's facing some tough financial times thanks to some bad investments placed in the the early 1990's. But she still manages to galvanize the workforce.

However, her name is not Rosie The Riveter, as you might have expected. It's Molly the Mycarta Molder. I know, i was surprised too. A wikipedia search on my co-worker eventually led me to this link:

http://www.docspopuli.org/articles/RosieTheRiveter.html

And now you know.

Purple Shirt of the Week: Scary and dead

There's a man walking home alone at night, and there is a "BUMP…BUMP…
BUMP" behind him. He walks faster and looks back, making out an image
of an upright coffin banging it's way down the middle of the street
towards him…

"BUMP … BUMP…BUMP…" The man begins to run towards his home, and the
coffin bounces after him faster…faster…BUMPBUMPBUMP.

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door… locks
it…and the coffin crashes through his door and the lid to the coffin
begins to lift open, bumping towards him.

The man runs to the bathroom and locks himself, heart pounding, and
CRASH, the coffin breaks down the door, coming slowly towards him, the
man screaming…

the man reaches for something, anything…

and he finds a box of cough drops and throws them at the coffin…

and the coffin stops.

this photo was taken during our bachelor party that was at Six Flags.
they were all set up for the Halloween Fright Fest. Of course they
had purple coffins...

sorry for the lapse in blog posts, theres been a lot going on. Should
be back to normal now, so rest easy.