you can see other videos and tim’s article, here!

I know its 10 mins long but worth every second. I dont want to hear your ADHD excuses…..alright, maybe we will edit a shorter one. But until then, enjoy.

Cash Only: The Drive from Cash Only on Vimeo.

Kevin

and a tim photo shoot image:

twirl whirl hurl curl!
somewhere in new mexico.

Marfa is supposedly some sort of mythical land. Well, not really, but it’s supposed to be neat, and a neat spot of West Texas is probably all that much neater, by sheer comparison. Marfa’s supposed to be chock full of artists and fun installations and all sorts of things otherwise not seen in the dilapidated ruins that are West Texas (no offense, West Texas, but we did manage to roll through two of your “largest” towns and were largely unable to find any restaurants that were even open… ghost towns full of zombies, it were). Friends — and strangers, too — from the “hip” Austin area thought it strange we had gone through West Texas without going to Marfa. Marfa’s where it’s at, apparently.

For starters…

A permanent Prada store installation, with, apparently, little quirks like left shoes only and such. Okay, fine, it’s called the Prada Marfa, but it’s not actually in Marfa. It’s in Valentine, which is about a half hour from Marfa. Close enough. It’s not a real store. It’s just art, kids!

So, Marfa does have a very appealing name, and it certainly stuck out in my head. One night, in the midst of part-sleeping, part-droning out on music, and part-wondering why people would choose Marfa of all places in West Texas, it suddenly dawned on me! Marfa is supposedly a special place… not just in terms of cool art crap, but other stuff, too.

I vaguely recalled a recent interview we did with YACHT. YACHT’s entire See Mystery Lights album was inspired by an on-a-whim move to Marfa. There, they became fascinated by the Marfa lights, which I had never heard of before…

“Sightings are reported occasionally and unpredictably, perhaps ten to twenty times a year. There are no reliable reports of daytime sightings; the lights seem to be a nocturnal phenomenon only.” — claims the ever reputable and never wrong Wikipedia.

So, it’s a big question mark as to what the Marfa lights are. They might very well be complete bunk. But since we missed Roswell, New Mexico this time as well, I hope next time there will be some element of mysterious mystery to it all… just for kicks! Ghost stories, alien rovers, whatever, whatever. Bring it on.

– Vivian

In some ways, this image is good impetus for the next road trip…. “American Leftovers: Junkyards, Jukeboxes, and Post Offices”

~TiM~

the car couldn’t make it up the entire hill. we were/are really out of shape. i thought it would be easy. it was relatively easy, sure, but we were still panting and wheezing.

“look maw! snow!”

“snow is so last year.”

“i can manifest it from my fingertips.”

snow locusts.

koury is such a photographer.

reindeer-chic.

these motherfuckers are pointing and posing all the time, thinking they’re magellan or vasquez or something.

– vivian

Tim and Kevin left Austin to drive back to LA on Monday morning. We all hugged, said our goodbyes, took corny group photos. See ya, motherfuxkers. Nice knowing ya. Back to life in the great Pacific Northwest. Or so I done did thought.

Two hours (ish) after our goodbyes were said, I finally checked the flight reservation for my flight out of Austin Tuesday morning. But wait, what’s this?? DID I REALLY BUY A FLIGHT FROM SEATTLE TO AUSTIN FOR MARCH 22, 2010, INSTEAD OF A FLIGHT FROM SEATTLE TO AUSTIN? And I’m in Austin??

Cue five-minute-long psychotic laughter punctuated intermittently with, “Really?”‘s and, “Did I really just do that?”‘s (the answer is yes). It was one helluva moment of embracing great tragedy that’s so ridiculously dumb and unfortunate that frankly all you can do is laugh.

But that’s not really all anyway. The day was a fucking rollercoaster of tragedies, mostly related to all things transportation, with all things only being made better by the kindness of strangers.

Anyway, long story short, I booked a Greyhound ticket to Dallas that night, from Austin. Got a Southwest flight for like $215 to Portland (not ideal consdering all my shit is in Seattle) and figured that was my best course of action. Well, turns out the boys were staying the night in Dallas – near Plano, to be exact – so my Greyhound got in at 3:30am and I slept sitting on the spotless Greyhound floor for an hour and a half, when Tim called and offered more rollercoaster tragic news that, wait, they weren’t actually in Dallas. after receiving directions from a quite righteous homeless ex-landscaping grandpa naned Rick, I was able to take the DART lightrail straight to Plano.

(Luckily, Southwest Airlines tickets are changeable at zero cost, so I did that. I’ll fly back from Los Angeles to Seattle hopefully Thursday.)

And so, I met back up with the boys at 6:30am and we have been awake-ish and on the road for almost 24 hours now. We did stop a few times along the way, of course, but Kev had gotta be at work by 8:30am. We anticipate getting there around 6:30am?maybe? It’d bring the day full circle, that’s for sure.

- vivian