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		<title>Jonathan &#038; Kenny &#038; Dolly &#038; Toney</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 23:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ahhh, the 1980s! I remember them like it was only, oh, forty or so years ago! It was a transformative decade for Your Humble Narrator. In the last week of 1979 I gathered up my meager possessions and moved to Albuquerque, NM, looking to put some physical and psychic distance betwixt and between myself, my hometown of New Orleans, and my wayward adolescence. Forty-six years later I&#8217;m still here, so I guess things have more or less worked out. The passing of Dolly Parton last week brought to mind a distant episode of the Octies (I just made that word up)—a wondrous tale which has never before been publicly divulged. This singular event brought together, however briefly, the disparate group of notables pictured at the top of this page. Read on, Gentle Reader(s)&#8230; As a newly arrived sophomore at the University of New Mexico I spent my first two semesters...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Road Crew &#8211; Part Ten</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 04:01:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, here we are at long last, Gentle Reader(s): the tenth chapter of The Road Crew. As previously prophesied, this shall be the final installment to be serialized in these pages. Chapter ten represents approximately one third of the complete manuscript, but after six months this little experiment in self-publishing has run its course. For those of you who have been reading along from the beginning, I thank you wholeheartedly for your kind attentions—I just wish there were more of you! Perhaps one day, some way, The Road Crew will get a complete airing in one format or another but for now we must leave the Cretins to their peripatetic ways, searching the highways and byways of this once great nation in pursuit of the elusive brass ring of musical fame and fortune. Let us wish them good luck and godspeed. Ten Back in our room at the Marriott we...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Go Forth and Find Peace</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2026 19:19:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Highway 287 describes a long diagonal across the entirety of Texas, from the Oklahoma border in the far northwestern corner of the state above Dumas all the way down to the Gulf of Mexico at Port Arthur. Just south of Amarillo you can take a turn off of 287 onto Masterson Road, heading due north. You pass beneath interstate 40 and cross highway 60 and the landscape quickly turns empty and desolate. A few miles further on there’s a cotton warehouse on the left and a Tyson plant on the right where I imagine belligerent, squawking barnyard fowl being stuffed into one end of a gigantic machine and perfect little chicken nuggets spitting out from the other. Take a right on St. Francis Avenue, go past the Tyson employees entrance, and when you reach Dee King Trucking Company on the left side of the road there’s a graveyard on the...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Road Crew &#8211; Part Nine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 03:01:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gentle Reader(s)—hold onto your hair—today is your lucky day! Why is today your lucky day? Today is your lucky day because YOU have stumbled onto Part Nine of the Road Crew saga! Place a bet on the ponies, buy a lottery ticket, acquire some risky stock, forget about getting hit by a meteorite, cuz YOU are on a roll. This chapter is a real thriller, let me tell you: The band ventures ever deeper into the heartland, hits the stage in support of the high-flying Tom Kindler Band, risks life and limb in their valiant quest for the Big Time, and comes face-to-face with their fandom. Spoiler alert: No vintage Stratocasters were harmed and everybody gets to go home happy&#8230; at least for the moment. So, there you go. I will sound one note of alarm, however, and that note is that this is likely to be the second-to-last episode...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Matador Playlist 4/2/26 (sort of&#8230;)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 20:53:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I walked in the door last night my first thought was that they were having me on. Katia and Wolf were sitting there at the end of the bar grinning at me and, other than the two of them, the Place. Was. Empty. It wasn&#8217;t my birthday or anything so it didn&#8217;t make any sense that everyone would be hiding in the back to spring a surprise party on me—there simply weren&#8217;t no one there. Slow evenings are bound to happen every once in a while but it is very rare indeed for Ye Olde Matador Bar &#38; Lounge to be completely devoid of clientele at any given point on any given day. It&#8217;s always possible, if not probable, that things will pick up substantially over the course of an evening but when you&#8217;re coming from an absolute dead-in-the-water, tumbleweeds-blowing-through-the-joint cold start it&#8217;s a hard road to turn it...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Matador Playlist 3/26/26 + A Man Called Ding-Ding</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 02:17:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Welcome back once again to that paragon of Euterpian virtue, that Orphean/Eurydicean journey through the dense subterranean murk of Ye Olde Matador Bar &#38; Lounge, that curiously curated labyrinthian musical curlicued dance of Id and Ego—yes, you guessed it, it&#8217;s another edition of DJ Inky&#8217;s Matador Playlist. Did you miss me? I sure as hell missed you, whoever the hell you are. I&#8217;ll be of a truth unto you, Gentle Reader(s)—it&#8217;s like This: The older I get (and the process does seem to be inevitable and ongoing) the harder it is for me to rouse my skinny ass up and return to the Matador DJ booth after an absence. The more prolonged the absence, the more difficult it becomes and my regular relocations to Ink South are quite prolonged. I&#8217;ve never been a morning person, but in recent years I&#8217;ve gravitated further and further away from the night owl ways...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Road Crew &#8211; Part Eight</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2026 19:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It has been a weird winter in Santa Fe, Gentle Reader(s)—more like The Winter That Never Was in actual fact. Here we are in mid-March and temperatures are headed for around 85 degrees over the next few days. That&#8217;s not just odd—it&#8217;s bizarre, freaky, unheard of. I&#8217;ve been living in this town for 36 years and I&#8217;ve never seen anything quite the likes of it, and it&#8217;s got me a bit rattled I don&#8217;t mind sayin. But what&#8217;s that got to do with Part Eight of The Road Crew? Well you might ask: Absolutely fuck-all, that&#8217;s what. I just wanted to get that particular observation off my chest. On with the matter at hand then. Part Eight of the Cretins saga finds the boys recovering from a night out on the &#8216;town&#8217; and heading further into deepest, darkest Middle America for their rendezvous with the Big Time in Omaha, Nebraska....]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Road Crew &#8211; Part Seven</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2026 20:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part Seven! At last, Gentle Reader(s)—here it is! I have relocated to Ink South for a break from chilly Santa Fe, though seeing as how it has been The Winter That Never Was out West it&#8217;s actually a bit redundant. Yes, it is warmer in New Orleans, but not by a whole lot. We do have that nutty carnival thing going on at the moment though, so that&#8217;s something. This installment of the TRC saga finds the boys launched into the unknowable mysteries of post-gig nocturnal Wichita—sort of a Lynch-ian type late night scenario&#8230; minus any backwards-talking tap dancing dwarves or mysterious teen queen murders or anything like that. Actually, there&#8217;s no Twin Peaks resemblance whatsoever, but hopefully you&#8217;ll read it anyway. Until next time&#8230; Part Seven Backstage at Croaker’s the band lounged around on a couple of ratty brown naugahyde couches, mopping themselves off with towels and chatting about...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Road Crew &#8211; Part Six</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2026 23:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A bit late, perhaps, Gentle Reader(s), but here at last is Part Six of the TRC saga. I&#8217;ve been somewhat distracted of late, I will admit, by the distressing state of both world and national affairs and it requires some effort to restrain myself from spending half the day poring over the newspapers (I typically peruse five no less than five). Here, perhaps, is a bit of welcome distraction for both of us. Chapter Six steps aside, briefly, from the Cretins tour schedule for some philosophical musings on the road life and the penurious state of Ink&#8217;s affairs at home in the Dook City. I hope you enjoy and please, don&#8217;t just look at the damn Contact page (I can actually tell when you&#8217;ve been looking!) and use the damn thing to tell me that I am delusional and should hang up this misguided project forthwith. Or otherwise. I await with...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Goblins Gone Wild!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 04:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[‘History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.’ &#8211; James Joyce, Ulysses, 1922 ‘My own morality. My own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me.’ &#8211; D. Drumpf, New York Times, 1/8/26 The mind doth well and truly boggle, Gentle Reader(s). Every time I begin to imagine that perhaps I’m beginning to get some sort of a handle on the extent of the corruption (moral and otherwise) and criminality that is the core ethos of GoblinReich 2.0 I am reminded anew of the folly of my presumption. Each and every passing day finds the vile regime exploring exciting and innovative techniques with which to plumb new depths of depravity, venality and cynicism—in the immortal words of William S. Burroughs, ‘A new standard by which to judge infamy.’ In addition to my own blabbery I’ve been cherry-picking some choice observations from those who know...]]></description>
		
		
		
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