I guess I didn’t build this…
July 27, 2012
True. I haven’t actively watched the news (read newspapers or visited news websites), just for the sake of news itself, since June 2008, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know what’s going on. I just refuse to have my thinking influenced by the mainstream media giants.
Trust me – I’m good.
Discussed to Death?
There are many who say this is being taken out of context, and there are many who I’m sure are purposely taking it out of context, but here is the bulk of the context so that you can make up your own mind…
Damn. It cut off right before he told us who built the Internet. Al Gore, right?
But seriously, how scary is it that this guy is our president?
So, let me get this straight…
If you have a business and you worked hard at getting it to where it is today, you didn’t build that because – there are lots of hard working people out there. Does that about sum it up?
I have to say, I hate when people call this guy a socialist. That’s just a very strong word used to get people all excited and up in arms. However, this entire speech is exemplary of the typical Democratic Party socialistic way of thinking. Apparently, like The Borg, the collective is responsible for the accomplishments of all individuals. I guess the collective must then also be responsible for the failures of all individual. Yes?
So, for example, if you’re a meth addicted junkie – you didn’t build that. A whole bunch of other people made you a meth addicted junkie. I bet that’s a load off your mind.
What Obama fails to understand is that… Business Leaders Build Things. Business Leaders build businesses. Business Leaders employ people and put money to work. They generate the tax revenues, which feed the government, so that they can build roads, etc., etc. It’s not the other way around.
I guess Steve Jobs didn’t build Apple. It just built itself. Gates, Zuckerberg – they didn’t build anything. Is it any wonder that there is such a lack of leadership coming from Washington when the President of the United States doesn’t think that the leader is responsible for building the organization?
Ooh, you’ve gone sketchin’ too many times…
Ooh, why don’t you give it a rest?
Why must you find…
Another reason to cry?
It’s so funny… This yo-yo ran for office saying that he understood that small businesses needed money and affordable loans in order to grow and make payroll. Remember that?
Two things… 1. Typically, banks do not allow you to use loans to pay payroll. Don’t believe me? Ask your business banker. Obama doesn’t know this. Goes to show how disconnected he is from small business. 2. I must have heard Obama say this a half-dozen times. “Small businesses need money to grow.” Then, since getting elected, it has NEVER been harder for small businesses to get a bank loan. Banks are only loaning money to people who don’t need it. Every business owner I know, and I know plenty, are financing their businesses with borrowed cash from family, friends and their IRAs and 401Ks.
Yes. They are taking money from IRAs and paying taxes & penalties or borrowing against their 401Ks and derailing their retirement funds, in order to stay in business and/or finance the growth of their business. Thank you Washington. You guys are really helping small businesses, aren’t you?
I need waffle fries in front of me…
That’s right. I’m going to talk about Chick-Fil-A.
Here’s the deal. I don’t have a problem with anyone being gay. I have plenty of gay friends who are awesome. I don’t have a problem with same sex marriages. Hell, we the heterosexual have been struggling with the challenges of marriage for hundreds of years. You want some of that – go for it. The thing is that, I’m not very religious…but there are plenty of religious people out there who believe that marriage is supposed to be between a man and a woman. And guess what, we allow freedom of religion in this country. We also allow freedom of speech. So, personally, I think the CEO of Chick-fil-A should be able to say whatever he wants – just like me and you.
Obviously, if you are gay or otherwise support same sex marriages, you, and/or your flavor of religion, must allow it. That’s cool with me. So, the guy from Chick-fil-A… His religious beliefs don’t allow it. That’s cool with me too. Hey… Celebrate Diversity. Always. Not just when it supports your cause.
Also, this guy shouldn’t have to watch what he says. I’ve always thought that Political Correctness infringes on my freedom of speech. People should be able to say whatever they want – we have that right. You want to protest or boycott Chick-fil-A? OK. That’s cool too. Isn’t America great?
But really, seriously… I’ve read gay propaganda saying that Chick-fil-A is funneling money to hate groups. Really… hate groups? So now, if a group of people are opposed to same sex marriages, they’re a hate group? Of course, my first thought is that the Republican Party is, more or less, a hate group… Yes/no? …they are!
And you know, the Republicans as a people of certain political and religious beliefs are always being publicly attacked by…who? The Democrats. Hmmm… Sounds like another hate group.
I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bullshit. I’m tired of living in this safe but fictitious world that we call America, where it’s always “us” against “them”. It’s time to grow a pair. OK, maybe not the lesbians. Sorry. My bad, as they say – but seriously, everyone else.
In protest of all the bullshit, while other are boycotting Chick-fil-A, I am going to eat there for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday this week. And actually, I’m very happy that so many people are boycotting them. Now the line at lunchtime only wraps three-quarters of the way around the building instead of all the way around. Yeay!
In continuation of my protest, today’s musical guest is Tim Hawkins.
That’s right. Singer of the Chick-fil-A song. Enjoy…
And finally, as further protest against bullshit,
I was going to make this the redhead of the week…
Yeah, I don’t know.
I thought it looked like a redheaded Chick-fil-A chicken doing the chicken dance.
But then I decided that it was not the redhead of the week because someone sent me this…
Now that’s a redhead of the week.
OK, where are we?
Did that…
Did that…
OK, I guess that’s it for today.
Gotta run.
Remember… Love – don’t hate.
After all – this site… I didn’t build this. Ask Obama.
See ya. Wouldn’t wanna be ya.
– Arch
The perils of Rock n’ Roll decadence…
July 20, 2012
Charlie Sheen, I don’t like you…
with your bitch-slap rappin’
and your cocaine tongue,
you get nothin’ done
Last Tuesday, Hollywood was a-buzz with rockers as former Guns n’ Roses guitarist, Slash, was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. How cool is that? I mean, Slash seems like a stand-up guy, his multiple musical projects are killer and it’s pretty awesome to see someone from the serious rock era, someone who has said – “I didn’t have a battle with drugs and alcohol, we had a great time”, being added to the list of “greats” along side the likes of Joanne Woodward and Burt Lancaster. So, a big congratulations goes out to Slash both for his accomplishments and for a well-played hand in the entertainment industry game.
But you know how every one of us (mostly guys) have that friend? You know the one. The friend who makes everyone wonders why you are friends with that person. No one just comes out and just asks you about him – which is good because, most likely, you don’t have a good explanation. Well, Slash has Charlie Sheen.
No doubt, Sheen is a funny guy. That is, as long as he isn’t writing his own material. Well, a number of folks were there, on Hollywood Boulevard, in front of the Hard Rock Cafe, to “honor” Slash. Steven Adler was there, Myles Kennedy was there and, of course, his old pal Charlie Sheen was there and, for some unknown reason, he was allowed to speak. Sheen actually got semi-serious and said some nice things about his long time friend and neighbor. But in his opening joke, he had to take a stab at Alx Rose, saying, “It’s quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.”
Seriously…
Look who is talking?
So, I have to say that the whole Slash & Axl thing is quite unfortunate. These two guys were the front men of what was, potentially, the greatest rock band in history. Let’s face it, no one before them or since has been the whole package. These guys were unique, a one of a kind, limited edition blend. They had the talent, the look, the attitude, and reputation that made them the definition of Rock …and the music speaks for itself.
Deep down, I care don’t whether Axl and Slash ever speak to each other or not. The only real tragedy here is the music. You could say that, we the kids, really miss the days back when mom & dad where together and our family outings were the Superbowls of Rock.
Now, Axl seems to get criticized a lot just for being Axl. He’s always been accused of interacting poorly with his fans, his girlfriends, band mates, record companies, the media – pretty much everyone.
Sound familiar, Sheen?
But none of this changes the facts. It was Axl Rose who assembled the band in the first place and it was Axl’s song writing and unique vocals that put Guns n’ Roses on the map and on everyone’s radar. Without that, Slash might not be getting that Hollywood star. Hell, without Guns n’ Roses, I’m willing to bet that Slash would be not that well-known and certainly wouldn’t enjoy the popularity that he has today.
Under the circumstance, Sheen… I think your joke was inappropriate and I bet Slash would have been classier than to slam Rose at this public forum and for the sake of a joke. You are an idiot. And the reality is that, other than Slash, maybe, letting you stay at his house, you (Charlie) are way more likely to be sleeping on that street someday. Not that he’ll ever need to, as I hear his Malibu home, where he’s lived for the past 20 years, is doing just fine – but Axl could always come stay at my house.
Maybe he can be my friend? You know, the one who everyone wonders why I’m friends with him. The BonnaBros would be like, “oh, no… Archie is bringing Axl to Bonnaroo.” But you know, I bet at the end of the day, he’s just another one of us. I’m sure he does some whacky things now and then, we all do. Nevertheless, we are brothers. Brothers without a common parent. Brothers who’ve never met…but our mom’s name is Rock.
And you know, brothers don’t always get along, brothers don’t always agree on things but that doesn’t make us not brothers. And when you pick on my family, Sheen, you pick on me. So, don’t antagonize me…
You wanta antagonize me?
Antagonize me motherf****r
Get in the ring motherf****r
And I’ll kick your bitchy little ass
PUNK!
I could see hanging with Axl. Maybe we can go down to Todos Santos, hang with my three dogs (Stones, Jobs & Big Cannon) and our three actual dogs (Tim, Taylor & Steve), cook a little fresh seafood that we got from back of some Mexican lady’s pickup truck. And, as hard as this might be for me to do, I even promise not to listen to Gn’R too much. Instead, we’ll just talk about fun stuff like fishing, golf, and hot chicks.
That’s all I’m sayin’, after all…
Nothing lasts forever
and we both know hearts can change
…which brings us to today’s musical guest, Sungha Jung.
So, I’ve read everything that all the haters have to say on You Tube and, you know who sucks? You. You suck because you’re mad that this Asian kid is a better guitarist than you’ll ever be, even if tomorrow morning you quit your job at the deli-mart, moved out of the trailer park and practiced playing guitar every day for the rest of your life.
Also, covers are not supposed to be exactly like the original. That’s one of the things that I look forward to in my pathetic journey toward learning guitar… I hope to someday play well enough to, not just play a song and have others recognize what I’m playing, but also to alter the songs and give them my own flavor. That would be Archie Flavored Guitar Songs – the name of my first album.
Well, as many of my followers from over the years have come to know, November Rain has always been a special favorite of mine and, possibly, my all time favorite Guns n’ Roses song. Well, Sungha Jung‘s cover of November Rain is nothing short of a masterpiece.
Here it is…
I know. I got a little teary-eyed there for a moment too. I love this guy. He’s a 16 years old South Korean and he’s awesome. He has over 500 videos on YouTube. Check him out.
Oh, by the way, Charlie… Axl wrote that song.
Wanna see one of my favorite performances of November Rain by Gn’R?
Here’s the scenario. It’s the 1992 MTV Video Music Awards. This is back when MTV was a music channel, instead of a bullshit channel. VH1 was called VH-1: Video Hits One and they only played the more sedate music. MTV2 hadn’t even started broadcasting yet because, like I said, MTV was still a music channel. Guns & Roses was at their high point and got to perform the closing number with Elton John joining Axl on piano.
You could say, they were kind of a big deal. Enjoy…
Do I even need to say anything?
Yeah… Probably not. So, enough said.
Give it all and ask for no return…
This Tuesday wasn’t nearly as good of a day for Rock n’ Roll. Jon Lord, founding member of Deep Purple, who also played with Whitesnake, died at the age of 71. Maybe now the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame will consider inducting Deep Purple? It’s getting a little like Nashville around here.
They’re playin’ his records all weekend
Praisin’ the life that he lived
Nashville is rough on the livin’
But she really speaks well of the dead.
We’ll miss you, brada.
I used to love her…
Also this Tuesday, there were a couple of albums released that I was looking forward to. The first was Missy Higgins but, I’ve talked enough about her lately. The other was Someday by Sussana Hoffs.
On Monday evening, Sussana staged a little pre-release interview and samples from her album at the Grammy Museum, finishing up her set with a cover, Rockpile’s Teacher, Teacher. I’m pretty sure when she sang, “Teacher, Teacher, teach me love”, she was signing right to me.
So, is it just me or, at age 53, is she not still adorable?
I know, crappy BlackBerry photo.
Sorry. Trust me… Adorable.
And Suzi, I’m am going to play the sh*t out your new album.
It’s awesome. Thank you!
OK, guilty. I didn’t “used to love her”, I still love her.
And guess what the name of the first song on her new CD is?
November Sun. Coincidence? I don’t think so…
Damn, we’re running long today… Well – I was planning a whole big introduction to the whole Redhead of the Week thing. Unfortunately, I’m exhausted from yelling at Charlie Sheen.
The good thing is that, my friend, the same one who came up with the idea of having the Redhead of the Week feature, asked my why I didn’t start it last week? And I said, because we were featuring Supergirl.
Then he asked, so what was wrong with a Redhead Supergirl?
Redhead Supergirl
Did I not tell you that I have genius friends?
Well, there you have it. I have to run.
Got lots of things to see and people to do.
Be here next week. Be a lover – not a hater.
Peace
– Arch
Unmarked helicopters, hovering…
July 13, 2012
The Lord is coming soon.
Unmarked helicopters, hovering.
They said it was a weather balloon.
Note: Today’s episode of Archie Kobain was filmed on a closed track using professional drivers. Do not attempt this on your own.
And speaking of strippers…
My gig is up. That’s right – my true identity has been revealed. I must admit, I am a little ashamed of not having come clean earlier. After all, so many have said to me, “you look so familiar – where do I know you from?” But… No. I maintained my silence. Well, now it’s all out there in the open.
Undoubtedly, you’ve all recognized me from my younger days when I worked in the adult entertainment industry. On screen, of course. That’s right. It’s me. It turns out that I am not locked away in a Ukrainian prison and, despite the rumors, I was not killed in a bizarre New York fetish club accident involving three chickens, Scott Stapp (the guy from Creed), and Krysten Ritter.
Krysten Ritter
Truth is, I started that rumor.
Besides, there were only two chickens. But I digress…
The bottom line is that, my identity has been revealed and that’s OK. Instead of hiding, I have decided to embrace who I really am. Therefore, from this moment on, I will only answer to my official porn-star name, Loco Helicopter.
I know. That’s the first thing that people ask…
“Loco, just what did you have to do to earn that name?”
All I am aloud to say is – rent one of my films.
Jesus, Barry & Joe…
OK, so I came across the strangest thing the other day. Someone had taken a piece of poster-board, some magic markers and made themselves a sign that said, “Jesus + Obama + Biden = Jobs”. Then they took this sign and affixed it to the trunk lid of their car using duct tape.
I know. I can’t believe I didn’t get a photo, either…
So, what is one to do with this great information. My first thought was make up my own sign and park next to them. My sign was going to contain some similarly arbitrary information like, “Krishna + Mandela + Gore = Gates”.
Get it?
Name of a (somewhat) prominent religious figure + the names of two random politicians = the last name of a prominent technology figurehead. Of course, they went with Jobs, who is dead and I went with Gates, who is believed to still be alive.
Next, since Jesus didn’t really have a last name and we just knew him as – Jesus of Nazareth, son of Joseph, of the family of David – don’t you think they should have gone with all first names? Like “Jesus + Barack + Joe = Steve” …or in the case that they were actually talking about jobs, as in creating jobs or otherwise performing work, “Jesus + Barack + Joe = Jobs”.
…but that leads to an entirely different set of issues. First of all, I think we can all agree that, if Jesus were here today, he’d be a republican. Don’t you think? How awkward would it be if he wasn’t?
In any case, I don’t think Jesus is looking for a job. He has a job. He’s been doing that same gig for a few thousand years. He’s locked into that job worse than The Pope. Obama and Biden on the other hand, I think they’re headed for the unemployment line (personally) but maybe that’s just me.
Isn’t someone supposed to throw a net over me if I seem to be headed off on a tangent with no point? Barnsley?
Musical Guest? Sure. We have time.
So you think you can dance…
You know how every once in a while, I put you onto a song or an artist and then you just can’t get enough of them? C’mon! You know it happens. Remember Yacht? …or Robyn? Well, get ready for Butterfly.
Butterfly Boucher that is – and that is her real name. Yes, really. And I’m totally addicted to her stuff. All her stuff… her music, her look. Oh, yeah baby. I likes me some Butterfly and I think you will too. Please enjoy…
From her recently released, self-titled album…here’s Butterfly Boucher and 5678!
Uh, huh? What’d you think? I know. She’s awesome.
So, get this. She co-produced Missy Higgins’ new album. True dat.
And if you’re like me. You want some more, don’t cha? Well, go buy her stuff.
In the meantime, here’s a little fun with Butterfly & Missy…
I know, right? I want strawberries and champagne. How is that gay?
What was your favorite part?
I can’t decide but I think it was Missy’s dancing.
Get your mind out of the gutter. B-man. Barnsley’s favorite part was, “two hot chicks on a bed with instruments, making noise”. Of course, he said it with his British accent, which somehow makes it seem less inappropriate.
And speaking of redheads…
One of my readers came up with a brilliant idea. He said, “Hey Arch (He didn’t know to call me Loco, at the time), Why don’t you have a Redhead of the Week”. I know. The guy is a genius. At first I thought it was a little too Mariachi Static but then I thought, isn’t everything?
We’ll be starting that next week. I was going to start it this week but today we’re going to feature Super Girl and I didn’t want her taking away any of the glam & glory from our very first Redhead of the Week. So, for now, enjoy this photo of what will mostly likely be our one and only ever, Super Girl of the Week…
Supergirl
Supergirl – everyone should have one.
…then, be sure to tune in next week for the launch of our exciting new segment.
Anyway, it’s time to wrap this thing up. We’re ending a another broadcast day. You’ve been a lovely crowd. You don’t have to go home but… well… on second thought, YES. Yes you do… Go home!
Luv ya
– Loco
This ain’t no party…
July 6, 2012
…this ain`t no disco, this ain`t no fooling around
This ain`t no mudd club, or C.B.G.B.,
I ain`t got time for that now.
What??? Who doesn’t have time for C.B.G.B. & OMFUG?
Exactly.
But I guess the bar has been raised. After all, you know what they say… “It’s not a party ’til someone is running around, wearin’ nothin’ but a jalapeño flavored condom”.
They do say that.
They. That’s who!
Did you notice that I’m posting two weeks in a row? That’s right. I’ve been inspired by the popularity of last week’s post. I got emails, comments, phone calls and only a limited number of death threats. I thought that was clearly a “success story”. Get it? I think the bottom line is that, if you talk about the gay & lesbian community, you get lots of hits. So now, I’m just going to have to talk about thems peoples all the time…
Kidding.
She can handle any champagne brunch,
a bridal shower with Bacardi punch.
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff,
but tequila makes her clothes fall off…
Speaking of Nudity…
I have breaking news.
As you may know, similar to Champagne having to come from the grapes grown in the Champagne region of France, Mexico has claimed the exclusive international right to the word “tequila” and they’ve passed laws whereby tequila can only be produced in the Mexican state of Jalisco. There have also been strict restrictions on what can be called tequila. For example, until now, anything with added flavor could not be called tequila. For example, if you look at Patron XO, you’ll see that it is described on the bottle as a Coffee Liqueur that is made with tequila – but that makes it, not tequila. It’s something else, that happens to be made with tequila. See the difference?
Well, the rules have now changed. Mexico, apparently, is now OK with you flavoring tequila and calling it tequila, as long as it’s infused.
Enter… Tanteo.
These geniuses are producing three awesome infused tequilas. They include Chocolate, Jalapeño, and – my favorite, Tropical. Tropical is infused with guanabana, mango, pineapple, and just a hint of jalapeño. It’s awesome.
The challenge is to produce a consistent product. Sure, it’s easy to infuse your own. I mean, who hasn’t made a little of their own Habañero infused tequila at home or, maybe while visiting Todos Santos? But delivering a consistent product in commercial quantities is much tougher. So every product release is made by making six giant vats of the desired flavor and those six are then carefully blended to produce an average of the six, keeping each release approximately the same and awesome. Did I already use the word “awesome”…?
As a tequila drinker, I love handing someone a great shot, chilled or not, and having them say, “that is smooth”. Well, the infused flavors in the Tanteo tequilas take that hard egde of the drink without ruining the underlying goodness of the tequila’s taste. It’s genius and there is nothing smoother.
So, go get some. Right now!
I got a girl who can put on a show,
The dollar decides how far you can go.
And speaking of more nudity…
Those of you who know me, know that I’m not big on strip clubs…for a number of reasons. First, there’s something bizzare about a bunch of guys collectively staring at some on-display naked women, as they twist and froog around a chrome pole.
(Now also available in gold or pink.)
Second, whenever a man gazes upon a woman, dressed or otherwise, he should be able to pretend that there is some chance that, given the right circumstabnces, he could talk her into going home with him. “Dancers”, however, are approached constantly. They make their living by taking off their clothes while pretending to like you. Maybe I’m over-thinking the whole thing but, seriously – you have a better chance of picking up a nun (at a nun bar).
What kind of sex life does a priest have?
Nun…. get it?
The whole thing is so staged. It’s like a bad reality show.
Actually, it’s more like a five-star restaurant that has really good stuff on the menu, they parade all kinds of food and yummy smells past your table and, every once in a while, someone stops by and shoves a steak in your face, then they charge you a lot of money – but you’re never actually allowed to have dinner.
How does such a place stay open?
Finally, there’s the whole respect thing, but I won’t go too deep here. It’s (mostly) a free country… But in a nutshell, I guess I have a lot of respect for women and I think a women should have at least as much respect for themselves as I have for them. Stripping for a living doesn’t really seem to fit that bill.
Besides, I really hate how their boobs just keep staring right at my eyes. 🙂
Having said all of that, I bet you’d never think that I would be encouraging someone to enter the nude “dancing” for cash profession, right? Well… Not too long ago, I got to spend some time getting to know a sexy lady who I think should absolutely be a stripper. She’s not a stripper today but she sure seemed to love strip joints. I think it’s her calling.
I was with a group of people and I was trying to get them to a bar, any bar. One where, preferably, we could all talk, maybe hear each other and I was thinking that everyone at this establishment would be mostly clothed. She, on the other hand, kept suggesting that we go to a strip club. I asked why she would want to go to such a place and her answer was something like, “I love them. I love everything about them. I love the ambiance, the whole thing.”
Ambiance… really?
I had many questions, like…
- Are you a stripper?
- Why don’t you work at a strip club?
I mean really. It’s important to love your work… right?
Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls, Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
So, before it seems like I have no point, I’ll say this:
Darlin’… There’s no telling if our paths will cross again but hopefully you are reading this, as I think congratulations are in order. Here’s what I’m willing to do for you. As a self-proclaimed famous Internet blogger, who lives to help others launch succesful careers, I would like to make you the recipient of the first ever Archie Kobain Scholarship Award for Aspiring Artists.
As the recipient of said award, my organization will finance your first package of 10 classes at Pole Dance & Fitness. <== That’s a link. Click on it. Scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page. Did you see the girl hanging upside-down on the pole? Do you know who that was? Yeah…me neither. But do you know who it could be??? You guessed it. That’s you.
So, claim your award today. Seriously. We’re in for the $150. Note: Employees of ArchieKobain.com and their immediate family members are not eligible to win.
By the way, if you do well with your classes and you get to the “Sensual Exotic Explosion” level, the trustees and I have also agreed to buy you your own pole, in exchange for a few private performances – of course.
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money,
I’ll do what you want me to do…
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money,
and any old music will do…
Of course, later, as an alumni, when you’re throwing back a few “large” every night, the trustees of the scholarship fund will expect you to become a major donor – I’m just sayin’…
Ah… It feel so good to give back to the community.
What???
Do we even have time for a musical guest, Barnsley?
Hmmm… What shall we play?
Really?
Barnsley thinks we should play the Mark Lanegan Band.
I’m not sure this crowd is ready for Mark.
OK, how about that live clip from the French show?
Perfect. Just be warned, this guy is no Gotye.
Here’s Mark Lanegan with Sleep with Me. Enjoy…
Brilliant, Barnsley… Brilliant.
I love, “gift horse pissed in my bloodshot eyes”.
Lanegan is like a still alive version of Zevon, yes/no?
Well, now we definitely have to go.
May the fleas of 1000 camels infest your armpits…until we meet again, and not one second more. For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see, to sea, two sea…and one if by land. What? Never mind. Hurry up. Don’t be late…and I will send (you all) this message in code, underground through forests and deserts and cities.
Whoa. I really need to layoff the Tanteo.
Gotta run
– Arch
Archie Kobain 