WE BLEW UP A TELEVISION.
AND A FAX/ COPY/ PRINTER MACHINE.
And we also found out that if your cheap little firecrackers aren't that fun on the street, then you can always toss 'em down the drainage gutter in front of your house, if you've got one. Believe us, unearthly lights & sparks shooting out of your grates can be lots & lotsa fun.
Also, ya know those big-ish fountains that are only kinda fun because they look pretty?
We set one of those in the old mailbox that Dad always says he wants to take down & bomb [the same things we use to explode TV's & printers], & set it off with the fuse facing the street. We didn't close the mailbox' door tho', oh Hell no. That will come on a later day. We just set it out toward the street, lit it with one of those long stick-lighters & stood back laughing maniacally as the small mailbox vomited a glorious shower of multicolored popping sparks for about a minute. It was magical.
Of course we had the usual fun with the bombs, as did Menaul School, which lives very close to our neighborhood. I think they were the ones setting off aerials that were almost as loud as Dad's freaking rifle shots. Holy Hell, those were some big bombs.

Besides the headaches caused by staying up 'till 11:30 or so with Ben, ~KaiyaNozomi, ~Callistofox & ~octootco, & eating cupcakes, guess what else?

The most wonderful headache of all, or what I like to call Acute Headbang Syndrome.
You see, I'm one of those people, who tends to be rather of a rather tired & sedentary manner, except in certain cases. For example, I tend to be more enthusiastic when, say, climbing trees, playing on playground equipment with buddies, & also when exposed to large quantities of awesome music. I know I don't seem like the 'rockin-out' type, but that's what I do when I'm alone listening to great music.
So therefore of July 3rd, when I got my amazing, beautiful, incredible, fantabulous
B U C K E T H E A D - D V D
I very gladly developed an acute case of Headbang Syndrome.
Dude, it's 2 discs packed with a ridiculous amount of content. I thought it was going to be 1 disc, due to the price, but it's TWO DISCS.
The 1st disc contains a lot of really funny & really old videos, many of which appear to be home videos, as well as early performances, old pictures, articles, posters, weird [but cool] features & music videos. I particularly like the ones for 'Spokes for the Wheel of Torment' which is quite the most demented video ever, & 'We Are One', which makes taxidermy hilarious. Also, you get to see a few short clips of Mr. Bucket on a banjo, & on a piano. He's good at those, too.

The 2nd disc is a full recording of a performance Mr. Bucket did back in 2004 in Boston. I love how the guy just kinda plays. No formal introduction, no obvious indication that he cares about putting on a show, not even a band. He just adjusted certain knobs & buttons on the amps & machines around him for background sound & played. He is a show. It's also great how in the middle of a concert, apparently just because he feels like it, Mr. Bucket will set down his guitar & begin dancing the robot or playing with his nunchakus, both of which he's very good at. It's like the guy just wanders onto stages & starts playing.

Anyways, I ramble. But hey, it's impossible to even begin to describe the level of incredible that Mr. Bucket stands on. I mean, come on. Has to be heard to be believed, as one columnist said.

Anyways, happy BBQ's & bombings, people.
I need some Excedrin.

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Buddehs