Riley
What a glorious time the spring is round these here parts. Fellow scavengers know the feeling. Every corner holds the promise of that glittering prize: cheap stuff. Homemade signs and haggling, the refuse of someone's clutter smelling musty and ripe for the plucking
Booom crackle-whomp-whomp. Hello again. So yesterday was trouble, and by "trouble" I mean supercalimusictastic-expialiyoumissedit. Allow me to explain...
Around 25 years ago a young buck was pooped into this world via the Seattle medical system and a fantastic lady named Becky
Everyone knows what good music is. This is because the term "good" is completely relative. Because we have such complicated predispositions and habits throughout our lives, everyone has at one point or another indulged in what they probably now consider to be some of the worst music in history
Wahoo y'all. If you are anything like me, this here technology is gettin' too pervasive for anachronistic intellectual moonshining. What could be more analog than a book? Let's just say for the sake of argument that nothing is more old school, because they don't write too many novels on papyrus scrolls anymore (sellouts, man
Whatup internetary probers?
I sat down with Mr. Brandon Mead just yesterday to talk about his art and involvement in the Gallatin Art Crossing. I put this wee article together for you, the public so we can all be caught up in this rigmarole called sculpture. It is slated for a press release in the Bozone but like most cool things these days, the internet gets it first. Enjoy!
The Devil Makes Three is an incredible band, we here in Bozeman know this to be true. After last week, we all know this about the March Fourth Marching Band. A month or so back I heard a bunch of hubbub about March Fourth at the Filler, but opted to spend that night by me onesy. I woke up the next morning to excited buzz and various stokery condemning me for my choice, it is like they came back just for me to rectify my failure.
Wandering, hung over and in search of wine, your friend Riley found himself in Haines hall. Originally just seeking respite from the sunlight preying on my swollen brain, I wandered the cool showrooms and was absolutely blown away. Who would have thought a whole bunch of art students would crank out some seriously awesome pieces. Kick-ass skateboards, painted mannequins and portraits from the greatest book ever written by man: A Confederacy of Dunces.
Howdy hoo my friends, let's get acquainted. My name is Riley, and I like you. Thank you for checking out my little corner of internet world. Here is how this is going to work: I will be sauntering through my fancy little life in Bozeman and the surrounding area and keeping you all informed about the super incredible whirly-gig of the happening. You are going to sit right there in front of that screen and enjoy. As we get started breaking this mother in I should drop a wee disclaimer:
The opinions pontificated in this (and many other) word-piles are not necessarily the opinions of Town Square Media or any affiliated entities. Riley Pittenger does not condone the use of this or any other written language for the promotion of anti-intellectual, fascistic or mediocre causes. If you have questions regarding the topics, language, opinions, arguments, photos, stories and writer in this blog please write something on facebook so more people will pay attention and make success. If you have any concerns regarding spelling, sentence structure/length or grammatical meanderings, calm down, this is a blog. Any questions pertaining to the origins and/or meanings of the blog lexicon (or blexicon, if you will) can be addressed using a dictionary, thesaurus or maybe just a little imagination. High five.