Shaved Head-Chest Piece

2009 September 16

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Omar Gonzales laid this sacred heart chest piece on me in about 2 and a half to 3 hours free hand. It’s still only half colored in, but I femmed out before the flames and thorns were finished. I’ll post a new pic when it gets finished in October.

I’m back in SD after another trip. We’ve been working with our label Kamikazi Airlines to gain some international fame for my band next year, and I’m Probably moving back to the big “F” in a couple months to work on music with Jamie.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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ENTER THE MUSTACHE

After the back and forth Arizona Odyssey. My aunt was safely out of jail and my cousin was about to start school so we had a week and a half to surf, sit around talking, drinking coffee and basically spending a few more memories in our summer skin, before I had to leave for a rap show. Blake took this one at Starbucks where I got hooked up with a free drink because the day shift girls are awesome.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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So I’ve got my mind on my mustache and my mustache on my mind as I load up Larry with food and bedding to pee on. I leave him in the capable hands of my cuzzies. I’ve got to go do an Argyle Pimps show. The band (jamie and I) is in the process of getting back together. So this show is a way of testing the water to see if people are still interested in coming out to one of our shows. i was more than a little skeptical of the outcome, but I love throwing salty raps so I saddled up. Omar and Jamie both drove down to Ocean Beach to pick me up, which was the moswt badassest move they’ve done in a long time. Well mainly Jamie…omar’s usually a super drive long distance to do cool shit kinda dude.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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Jamie and I haven’t recorded any new songs yet, but we did go up too the mountains with Clayton and spent a day laying down some skeleton track recordings of a few new songs that are being written for a sophomore Argyle Pimps LP. Jamie snapped this blurry bigfoot shot of your Uncle Boney in the booth.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Cimmissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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Here’s a quickie of the show. All the shots came blurry. But we Maxed the capacity of the venue and everyone was satisfied and impressed or whatever and all the people who were supposed to make money off us did. So I guess it’s a success.

Jamie is a genius.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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After the show we hung out at our manager Richard’s pad. There he is with Jamie.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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Before I left Fresno I was able to swing by and “Co-headline” at thai Palms comedy night. AND THEN my old pal Andre Covington came by and asked me to headline a show at a casino in lemoore the next day. So I got to do TWO unscheduled stand up gigs that paid pretty well before I rode back to San Diego. That’s the kind of thing that NEVER HAPPENS. It was fun and encouraging. Thanks to everyone that came out.

A Man. A MIssion. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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Back in SD I was finally able to get out on the waves again with Blake. It felt great to be back by the ocean, most feelings were just pure relief to have this slice of time to mull over everything, surf and write rhymes. I was also able to snap a rare picture of my beautiful Aunt Teresa…

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

Jade

And my little cousin Jade.

A Man. A Mission. A Mustache Named Commissioner.

2009 September 10
by David Northrop

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We woke up about 7am and made eggs and pancakes with Larry watching from his cage jealously, munching at his Timothy Hay.
We then packed into our grandfather’s (RIP) Caddy. We drove with the Surfboards in the passenger seat and me in the back being driven around like John Stamos. We talked and hiccuped laughter like natural friends with no past or memory of stress.