Wes and I have been trying get together to see about some music and it keeps not happening.
Like today. Today it kept on not happening.
Not happening is all that happened.
So in lieu of that, here's something involving Wes and music that did happen.
Perhaps it's still happening.


All fault and glory to Wes Cornwell, Lance Page and Buck 65 (who I'm sure always envisioned his work interpreted in such a fashion.)

Labels: buck 65, cop shades, interpretive dance, lance page, wes cornwell