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That picture is fucking incredible. As are your stalker skills Lauren.

Long post, but it's been a while since my last post and a lot of crazy stuff has happened:
 
So about three weeks back a guy I jammed with a couple times (we'll call him "D") hit me up saying that he wanted to get on some "lofi experimental bassy noise rock" and that really piqued my interest. I show up at his place around 7 and right when I walk in, I see the lead singer/guitarist (we'll call him"G") of a very popular local band sitting on the couch with an old Casio.  He turns to me and says "Grab your theremin, we have a show in two hours."  G tells me that the band is called Gaytripp, we have three bands opening for us, and that we're going to be completely anonymous on stage - so grab whatever costume I had.  It took me by surprise, but I was down for anything. 
 
I speed home to grab my theremin, effects pedals, bass amp, and old man mask/dick costume I had from Halloween.  By the time I get back to D's place, they're in full costume (G wearing a faux-fur coat, bandana, goggles, psychedelic colored pants, and a big stupid hat; D is in a quazi-pirate getup including shiny pants, bandit mask, and a stripey shirt with holes).  They're already moving the gear into the van, so I load up my stuff and hop in.  As we drive to the venue, G explains that we have an hour long set and a few dozen people are going to be there.  I get dressed in the back (I'm butt naked - this is a skintight morph suit with a 3 foot long penis and comically large balls).  
 
When we arrive to the venue, there's a bunch of people smoking cigarettes outside.  The three of us stumble out of the van in full garb and people start looking at the spectacle.  As I carry my gear past them into the venue, people are already storming us, asking all sorts of questions - "Are you guys Gaytripp?" "Is that a theremin?" "Who's under the mask?" etc. etc.
 
We enter the venue and I see a folky band playing on stage, a few people dancing, and a crowd near the back watching.  Their set is nearing its end, so we start putting our gear around the stage.  By this time, I realize that this latex old man mask is going to be rather restrictive but I can't take it off as part of the show.  I'm already breaking out a sweat and we're not even on stage.
 
The folky band finishes up and we start moving our gear into place.  G has his Casio attached to a looper pedal and a smaller Vox amp. D has a guitar, a Boss effects board, and a Fender '65 Reverb amp.  I've got a Theremini, a Zoom effects board, a Swollen Pickle, and a Peavey Max 115 bass amp.  The people from outside follow us in and crowd around the stage while we set up. G tells me to put the theremin right in the middle of the stage and "put on a fucking show".
 
Well, we put on a fucking show.  Right when we're all set up, they drop the lights until it's only a spotlight on us.  I have no idea what to expect at all - what kind of music we're playing, what we're gonna do for an hour on stage, what I'm even supposed to do in the center of the stage.
 
G hits a key and the fucking room shakes.  The crowd screams and we drop into this wild noisy triphop shit completely off the cuff.  G has a few loops recorded in the looper pedal, but most of it is completely improvized.  I proceed to make weird noises with the theremin and dance around with my swinging dick while the other two provide semi-extraordinary music in the background.  The next hour is a blur or sweat, pounding noise, and moving bodies.  We end up doing random cover songs, original freestyle works, and just plain noise for a full hour.  And for some reason the crowd loves it.
 
Once the set ends and the lights come back on, we proceed to wordlessly pack up our gear while people rush the stage.  I pack up my stuff into the van and smoke a cigarette through my mask-hole in front of the venue.  People crowd around and try talking to me but I don't say a word, just nod silently and exhale smoke through the mouth hole.  After the cigarette and pseudo-conversation, I meander to the back of the van and change back into my normal clothes.  I look like I just took a dive into the pool with how much sweat is saturating my flesh.
 
I walk back into the venue and a trio of girls are talking to G (sans-bandana).  They all are clamoring to ask who the hell the guy in the old man mask is and G looks at me with a big shit-eating grin and we both laugh.  They don't realize that I'm standing right next to them, and I don't let it on.  We all joke around for a bit and then leave the venue.
 
The next day D texts me saying that the venue wants us for another show in two weeks (this last Wednesday), so get everything prepared.
We don't meet up until the day of the gig, about 2 hours before, but at least time we have a bit of time to jam and work out what we're going to do.  The biggest rush of the ordeal is the spontaneity and improvisation, so we mostly just get higher than giraffe asshole and go through the whole preparation process.
 
When we arrive to the venue this time, there's three times as many people and they all rush us the moment we get there.  One guy is screaming "WHO ARE YOUUUUU!" at me the whole time I'm helping set up the gear.  Again, three bands are opening up for us, but this time they're a little more coordinated with our sound (the guy immediately before our set - the only one I was able to see - is playing some spacey noise ambient stuff with a ton of bass and reverb).  We jump on stage and proceed to create some of the most noisy (read: shitty  ), raucous, and just plain weird (think a tamer version of '85 Butthole Surfers) music as we possibly can.  
 
Once we finish the set, even more people storm us (including the WHO ARE YOUUUUU! guy) and start talking about the show.  Eventually, I pull off the mask around the corner and return to the crowd.  Being completely anonymous, I listen in on conversations and they'e completely sucking our collective dicks.  They're saying things like this is the birth of a new scene in our local area and that we put on the best show they've seen, etc. It's completely mindblowing and unexpected.  I personally just went on stage to have fun and make some shitty music, but it seems like the crowd is very receptive to what we're laying down.
 
The venue owners then take the three of us in the back and say they want to book us a gig in March.   They tell us that we have to get a social media presence and the whole shebang if we want to do this and we'll have posters around town and marketing online. I'm still reeling from the show and everything that people were saying, so I'm just sitting there with a smile on my face while G handles the business.
 
It's been three days since and my head is flooded with what we can do next.  I have so many ideas for weird shit and I can't wait to unleash it upon the public. At the second show, a significant amount of people were taking pictures and video, so I'm gonna try to get that from them and see if I can post the spectacle here.  It's fun. 
 
-- end transmission --

Long post, but it's been a while since my last post and a lot of crazy stuff has happened:
 
So about three weeks back a guy I jammed with a couple times (we'll call him "D") hit me up saying that he wanted to get on some "lofi experimental bassy noise rock" and that really piqued my interest. I show up at his place around 7 and right when I walk in, I see the lead singer/guitarist (we'll call him"G") of a very popular local band sitting on the couch with an old Casio.  He turns to me and says "Grab your theremin, we have a show in two hours."  G tells me that the band is called Gaytripp, we have three bands opening for us, and that we're going to be completely anonymous on stage - so grab whatever costume I had.  It took me by surprise, but I was down for anything. 
 
I speed home to grab my theremin, effects pedals, bass amp, and old man mask/dick costume I had from Halloween.  By the time I get back to D's place, they're in full costume (G wearing a faux-fur coat, bandana, goggles, psychedelic colored pants, and a big stupid hat; D is in a quazi-pirate getup including shiny pants, bandit mask, and a stripey shirt with holes).  They're already moving the gear into the van, so I load up my stuff and hop in.  As we drive to the venue, G explains that we have an hour long set and a few dozen people are going to be there.  I get dressed in the back (I'm butt naked - this is a skintight morph suit with a 3 foot long penis and comically large balls).  
 
When we arrive to the venue, there's a bunch of people smoking cigarettes outside.  The three of us stumble out of the van in full garb and people start looking at the spectacle.  As I carry my gear past them into the venue, people are already storming us, asking all sorts of questions - "Are you guys Gaytripp?" "Is that a theremin?" "Who's under the mask?" etc. etc.
 
We enter the venue and I see a folky band playing on stage, a few people dancing, and a crowd near the back watching.  Their set is nearing its end, so we start putting our gear around the stage.  By this time, I realize that this latex old man mask is going to be rather restrictive but I can't take it off as part of the show.  I'm already breaking out a sweat and we're not even on stage.
 
The folky band finishes up and we start moving our gear into place.  G has his Casio attached to a looper pedal and a smaller Vox amp. D has a guitar, a Boss effects board, and a Fender '65 Reverb amp.  I've got a Theremini, a Zoom effects board, a Swollen Pickle, and a Peavey Max 115 bass amp.  The people from outside follow us in and crowd around the stage while we set up. G tells me to put the theremin right in the middle of the stage and "put on a fucking show".
 
Well, we put on a fucking show.  Right when we're all set up, they drop the lights until it's only a spotlight on us.  I have no idea what to expect at all - what kind of music we're playing, what we're gonna do for an hour on stage, what I'm even supposed to do in the center of the stage.
 
G hits a key and the fucking room shakes.  The crowd screams and we drop into this wild noisy triphop shit completely off the cuff.  G has a few loops recorded in the looper pedal, but most of it is completely improvized.  I proceed to make weird noises with the theremin and dance around with my swinging dick while the other two provide semi-extraordinary music in the background.  The next hour is a blur or sweat, pounding noise, and moving bodies.  We end up doing random cover songs, original freestyle works, and just plain noise for a full hour.  And for some reason the crowd loves it.
 
Once the set ends and the lights come back on, we proceed to wordlessly pack up our gear while people rush the stage.  I pack up my stuff into the van and smoke a cigarette through my mask-hole in front of the venue.  People crowd around and try talking to me but I don't say a word, just nod silently and exhale smoke through the mouth hole.  After the cigarette and pseudo-conversation, I meander to the back of the van and change back into my normal clothes.  I look like I just took a dive into the pool with how much sweat is saturating my flesh.
 
I walk back into the venue and a trio of girls are talking to G (sans-bandana).  They all are clamoring to ask who the hell the guy in the old man mask is and G looks at me with a big shit-eating grin and we both laugh.  They don't realize that I'm standing right next to them, and I don't let it on.  We all joke around for a bit and then leave the venue.
 
The next day D texts me saying that the venue wants us for another show in two weeks (this last Wednesday), so get everything prepared.
We don't meet up until the day of the gig, about 2 hours before, but at least time we have a bit of time to jam and work out what we're going to do.  The biggest rush of the ordeal is the spontaneity and improvisation, so we mostly just get higher than giraffe asshole and go through the whole preparation process.
 
When we arrive to the venue this time, there's three times as many people and they all rush us the moment we get there.  One guy is screaming "WHO ARE YOUUUUU!" at me the whole time I'm helping set up the gear.  Again, three bands are opening up for us, but this time they're a little more coordinated with our sound (the guy immediately before our set - the only one I was able to see - is playing some spacey noise ambient stuff with a ton of bass and reverb).  We jump on stage and proceed to create some of the most noisy (read: shitty  ), raucous, and just plain weird (think a tamer version of '85 Butthole Surfers) music as we possibly can.  
 
Once we finish the set, even more people storm us (including the WHO ARE YOUUUUU! guy) and start talking about the show.  Eventually, I pull off the mask around the corner and return to the crowd.  Being completely anonymous, I listen in on conversations and they'e completely sucking our collective dicks.  They're saying things like this is the birth of a new scene in our local area and that we put on the best show they've seen, etc. It's completely mindblowing and unexpected.  I personally just went on stage to have fun and make some shitty music, but it seems like the crowd is very receptive to what we're laying down.
 
The venue owners then take the three of us in the back and say they want to book us a gig in March.   They tell us that we have to get a social media presence and the whole shebang if we want to do this and we'll have posters around town and marketing online. I'm still reeling from the show and everything that people were saying, so I'm just sitting there with a smile on my face while G handles the business.
 
It's been three days since and my head is flooded with what we can do next.  I have so many ideas for weird shit and I can't wait to unleash it upon the public. At the second show, a significant amount of people were taking pictures and video, so I'm gonna try to get that from them and see if I can post the spectacle here.  It's fun. 
 
-- end transmission --

Long post, but it's been a while since my last post and a lot of crazy stuff has happened:
 
So about three weeks back a guy I jammed with a couple times (we'll call him "D") hit me up saying that he wanted to get on some "lofi experimental bassy noise rock" and that really piqued my interest. I show up at his place around 7 and right when I walk in, I see the lead singer/guitarist (we'll call him"G") of a very popular local band sitting on the couch with an old Casio.  He turns to me and says "Grab your theremin, we have a show in two hours."  G tells me that the band is called Gaytripp, we have three bands opening for us, and that we're going to be completely anonymous on stage - so grab whatever costume I had.  It took me by surprise, but I was down for anything. 
 
I speed home to grab my theremin, effects pedals, bass amp, and old man mask/dick costume I had from Halloween.  By the time I get back to D's place, they're in full costume (G wearing a faux-fur coat, bandana, goggles, psychedelic colored pants, and a big stupid hat; D is in a quazi-pirate getup including shiny pants, bandit mask, and a stripey shirt with holes).  They're already moving the gear into the van, so I load up my stuff and hop in.  As we drive to the venue, G explains that we have an hour long set and a few dozen people are going to be there.  I get dressed in the back (I'm butt naked - this is a skintight morph suit with a 3 foot long penis and comically large balls).  
 
When we arrive to the venue, there's a bunch of people smoking cigarettes outside.  The three of us stumble out of the van in full garb and people start looking at the spectacle.  As I carry my gear past them into the venue, people are already storming us, asking all sorts of questions - "Are you guys Gaytripp?" "Is that a theremin?" "Who's under the mask?" etc. etc.
 
We enter the venue and I see a folky band playing on stage, a few people dancing, and a crowd near the back watching.  Their set is nearing its end, so we start putting our gear around the stage.  By this time, I realize that this latex old man mask is going to be rather restrictive but I can't take it off as part of the show.  I'm already breaking out a sweat and we're not even on stage.
 
The folky band finishes up and we start moving our gear into place.  G has his Casio attached to a looper pedal and a smaller Vox amp. D has a guitar, a Boss effects board, and a Fender '65 Reverb amp.  I've got a Theremini, a Zoom effects board, a Swollen Pickle, and a Peavey Max 115 bass amp.  The people from outside follow us in and crowd around the stage while we set up. G tells me to put the theremin right in the middle of the stage and "put on a fucking show".
 
Well, we put on a fucking show.  Right when we're all set up, they drop the lights until it's only a spotlight on us.  I have no idea what to expect at all - what kind of music we're playing, what we're gonna do for an hour on stage, what I'm even supposed to do in the center of the stage.
 
G hits a key and the fucking room shakes.  The crowd screams and we drop into this wild noisy triphop shit completely off the cuff.  G has a few loops recorded in the looper pedal, but most of it is completely improvized.  I proceed to make weird noises with the theremin and dance around with my swinging dick while the other two provide semi-extraordinary music in the background.  The next hour is a blur or sweat, pounding noise, and moving bodies.  We end up doing random cover songs, original freestyle works, and just plain noise for a full hour.  And for some reason the crowd loves it.
 
Once the set ends and the lights come back on, we proceed to wordlessly pack up our gear while people rush the stage.  I pack up my stuff into the van and smoke a cigarette through my mask-hole in front of the venue.  People crowd around and try talking to me but I don't say a word, just nod silently and exhale smoke through the mouth hole.  After the cigarette and pseudo-conversation, I meander to the back of the van and change back into my normal clothes.  I look like I just took a dive into the pool with how much sweat is saturating my flesh.
 
I walk back into the venue and a trio of girls are talking to G (sans-bandana).  They all are clamoring to ask who the hell the guy in the old man mask is and G looks at me with a big shit-eating grin and we both laugh.  They don't realize that I'm standing right next to them, and I don't let it on.  We all joke around for a bit and then leave the venue.
 
The next day D texts me saying that the venue wants us for another show in two weeks (this last Wednesday), so get everything prepared.
We don't meet up until the day of the gig, about 2 hours before, but at least time we have a bit of time to jam and work out what we're going to do.  The biggest rush of the ordeal is the spontaneity and improvisation, so we mostly just get higher than giraffe asshole and go through the whole preparation process.
 
When we arrive to the venue this time, there's three times as many people and they all rush us the moment we get there.  One guy is screaming "WHO ARE YOUUUUU!" at me the whole time I'm helping set up the gear.  Again, three bands are opening up for us, but this time they're a little more coordinated with our sound (the guy immediately before our set - the only one I was able to see - is playing some spacey noise ambient stuff with a ton of bass and reverb).  We jump on stage and proceed to create some of the most noisy (read: shitty  ), raucous, and just plain weird (think a tamer version of '85 Butthole Surfers) music as we possibly can.  
 
Once we finish the set, even more people storm us (including the WHO ARE YOUUUUU! guy) and start talking about the show.  Eventually, I pull off the mask around the corner and return to the crowd.  Being completely anonymous, I listen in on conversations and they'e completely sucking our collective dicks.  They're saying things like this is the birth of a new scene in our local area and that we put on the best show they've seen, etc. It's completely mindblowing and unexpected.  I personally just went on stage to have fun and make some shitty music, but it seems like the crowd is very receptive to what we're laying down.
 
The venue owners then take the three of us in the back and say they want to book us a gig in March.   They tell us that we have to get a social media presence and the whole shebang if we want to do this and we'll have posters around town and marketing online. I'm still reeling from the show and everything that people were saying, so I'm just sitting there with a smile on my face while G handles the business.
 
It's been three days since and my head is flooded with what we can do next.  I have so many ideas for weird shit and I can't wait to unleash it upon the public. At the second show, a significant amount of people were taking pictures and video, so I'm gonna try to get that from them and see if I can post the spectacle here.  It's fun. 
 
-- end transmission --

Long post, but it's been a while since my last post and a lot of crazy stuff has happened:
 
So about three weeks back a guy I jammed with a couple times (we'll call him "D") hit me up saying that he wanted to get on some "lofi experimental bassy noise rock" and that really piqued my interest. I show up at his place around 7 and right when I walk in, I see the lead singer/guitarist (we'll call him"G") of a very popular local band sitting on the couch with an old Casio.  He turns to me and says "Grab your theremin, we have a show in two hours."  G tells me that the band is called Gaytripp, we have three bands opening for us, and that we're going to be completely anonymous on stage - so grab whatever costume I had.  It took me by surprise, but I was down for anything. 
 
I speed home to grab my theremin, effects pedals, bass amp, and old man mask/dick costume I had from Halloween.  By the time I get back to D's place, they're in full costume (G wearing a faux-fur coat, bandana, goggles, psychedelic colored pants, and a big stupid hat; D is in a quazi-pirate getup including shiny pants, bandit mask, and a stripey shirt with holes).  They're already moving the gear into the van, so I load up my stuff and hop in.  As we drive to the venue, G explains that we have an hour long set and a few dozen people are going to be there.  I get dressed in the back (I'm butt naked - this is a skintight morph suit with a 3 foot long penis and comically large balls).  
 
When we arrive to the venue, there's a bunch of people smoking cigarettes outside.  The three of us stumble out of the van in full garb and people start looking at the spectacle.  As I carry my gear past them into the venue, people are already storming us, asking all sorts of questions - "Are you guys Gaytripp?" "Is that a theremin?" "Who's under the mask?" etc. etc.
 
We enter the venue and I see a folky band playing on stage, a few people dancing, and a crowd near the back watching.  Their set is nearing its end, so we start putting our gear around the stage.  By this time, I realize that this latex old man mask is going to be rather restrictive but I can't take it off as part of the show.  I'm already breaking out a sweat and we're not even on stage.
 
The folky band finishes up and we start moving our gear into place.  G has his Casio attached to a looper pedal and a smaller Vox amp. D has a guitar, a Boss effects board, and a Fender '65 Reverb amp.  I've got a Theremini, a Zoom effects board, a Swollen Pickle, and a Peavey Max 115 bass amp.  The people from outside follow us in and crowd around the stage while we set up. G tells me to put the theremin right in the middle of the stage and "put on a fucking show".
 
Well, we put on a fucking show.  Right when we're all set up, they drop the lights until it's only a spotlight on us.  I have no idea what to expect at all - what kind of music we're playing, what we're gonna do for an hour on stage, what I'm even supposed to do in the center of the stage.
 
G hits a key and the fucking room shakes.  The crowd screams and we drop into this wild noisy triphop shit completely off the cuff.  G has a few loops recorded in the looper pedal, but most of it is completely improvized.  I proceed to make weird noises with the theremin and dance around with my swinging dick while the other two provide semi-extraordinary music in the background.  The next hour is a blur or sweat, pounding noise, and moving bodies.  We end up doing random cover songs, original freestyle works, and just plain noise for a full hour.  And for some reason the crowd loves it.
 
Once the set ends and the lights come back on, we proceed to wordlessly pack up our gear while people rush the stage.  I pack up my stuff into the van and smoke a cigarette through my mask-hole in front of the venue.  People crowd around and try talking to me but I don't say a word, just nod silently and exhale smoke through the mouth hole.  After the cigarette and pseudo-conversation, I meander to the back of the van and change back into my normal clothes.  I look like I just took a dive into the pool with how much sweat is saturating my flesh.
 
I walk back into the venue and a trio of girls are talking to G (sans-bandana).  They all are clamoring to ask who the hell the guy in the old man mask is and G looks at me with a big shit-eating grin and we both laugh.  They don't realize that I'm standing right next to them, and I don't let it on.  We all joke around for a bit and then leave the venue.
 
The next day D texts me saying that the venue wants us for another show in two weeks (this last Wednesday), so get everything prepared.
We don't meet up until the day of the gig, about 2 hours before, but at least time we have a bit of time to jam and work out what we're going to do.  The biggest rush of the ordeal is the spontaneity and improvisation, so we mostly just get higher than giraffe asshole and go through the whole preparation process.
 
When we arrive to the venue this time, there's three times as many people and they all rush us the moment we get there.  One guy is screaming "WHO ARE YOUUUUU!" at me the whole time I'm helping set up the gear.  Again, three bands are opening up for us, but this time they're a little more coordinated with our sound (the guy immediately before our set - the only one I was able to see - is playing some spacey noise ambient stuff with a ton of bass and reverb).  We jump on stage and proceed to create some of the most noisy (read: shitty  ), raucous, and just plain weird (think a tamer version of '85 Butthole Surfers) music as we possibly can.  
 
Once we finish the set, even more people storm us (including the WHO ARE YOUUUUU! guy) and start talking about the show.  Eventually, I pull off the mask around the corner and return to the crowd.  Being completely anonymous, I listen in on conversations and they'e completely sucking our collective dicks.  They're saying things like this is the birth of a new scene in our local area and that we put on the best show they've seen, etc. It's completely mindblowing and unexpected.  I personally just went on stage to have fun and make some shitty music, but it seems like the crowd is very receptive to what we're laying down.
 
The venue owners then take the three of us in the back and say they want to book us a gig in March.   They tell us that we have to get a social media presence and the whole shebang if we want to do this and we'll have posters around town and marketing online. I'm still reeling from the show and everything that people were saying, so I'm just sitting there with a smile on my face while G handles the business.
 
It's been three days since and my head is flooded with what we can do next.  I have so many ideas for weird shit and I can't wait to unleash it upon the public. At the second show, a significant amount of people were taking pictures and video, so I'm gonna try to get that from them and see if I can post the spectacle here.  It's fun. 
 
-- end transmission --

Any/everything by Nuclear Rabbit.

Oooh, I almost forgot:
 
Barbara Streisand's discography
Herb Alpert's discography
Perry Como's discography
Christmas anything

I still haven't received my Exmilitary cassette, but I've received every LUM release I've ordered (after the DG cassette, in fact...) except for the boxset.

Oooh, I almost forgot:
 
Barbara Streisand's discography
Herb Alpert's discography
Perry Como's discography
Christmas anything

Holy shit this was better than I thought it would be...
 
I need to send that email once I am on a computer where bandcamp isn't blocked.

I've grown to not like Ship To Shore, just for their business practices.
 
Luckily they're not releasing anything that interests me at all...

BETTER CALL SAUL: Original Television Soundtrack, Season 1 LP “Desert Sky Blue” vinyl will be available exclusively at SPACELAB9.com in an extremely limited edition. As a bonus, the SL9 webstore exclusive also includes a reproduction of Jimmy McGill’s law diploma from the fictitious “University of American Samoa”, available while supplies last. Pre-sale date TBA soon

 

Fuck you.

"Dear __________
 
Thanks for contacting eBay!
 
Did you know you can list 99 auctions this January for just 1 penny a piece??
 
Thanks for being a valued member of the eBay community!"

People are pissed at this dude for posting bullshit on the bullshit board?

I can answer my own question by looking at this idiot's reputation but has this guy posted anything but complete and utter stupidity on the boards?

He's just making one copy for Martin Shkreli.

I miss the old test press, straight from the 'Go test press.
Check on the sound test press, spin that around test press.
I hate the new test press, the /52 test press.
The $82 test press, straight up fuck you test press.
I miss the sweet test press, kinda' elite test press.
I must confess, at that time wanna' own that test press. 

$300 earrings. What a waste of money but if it makes her happy..

The vinyl is only available to steam on Tidal

Have you guys check checked out this new rapper? Pretty tight flows. https://soundcloud.com/tsozha

https://soundcloud.com/tsozhaNEW RAPPER NEW STYLE GOOD FLOW

wow I should have gotten more   I still can't get over how great the cover art is

Oh, you gotta go into more detail than that.

You guys are either being coy or aren't full on fans. This is clearly Stoner Witch.
And it's about time!