Tropical Depression performed their first and last show before you were born. Puff, puff, pass around the liliquoi colored glasses. Why yes, I’d fucking LOVE to tour with the band. One thousand times faster than dial up, abalone gibbous moon, pineapples as pixels, screaming fern glitch at the sun. It's silly to pretend this trip will only be about the songs.
Emoticon for peacock roadblock. We are just terrible at predicting the end. How many times around the rainbow before the DVD stops skipping? So easily we slip back into less than standard definition cloudscapes and a cesium of the sea buffet. Albert Hoffman used his bicycle to escape. I try closing my third eye. I walk ten pitch dark miles up the jungle coast. Our Behind the Music episode sighs, “I just wish something real would happen.”
Tropical Depression doesn’t do encores. Paradise Nostalgia! Apocalypse forever! Mahalo for your patience.
[“Tropical Depression” was photographed in the Hawaiian Islands during the apocalypse holiday season of 2012/13. Additional experiments and manipulations occurred in Brooklyn, New York]