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1993 Dinosaur Jr - Where you been

2009-03-13 - extension: rar - size: 66 MB

1993 Dinosaur Jr - Where you been

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Where You Been

2009-03-19 - extension: rar - size: 65 MB

Where You Been

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Dinosaur Jr - Where You Been

2009-08-17 - extension: rar - size: 65 MB

Dinosaur Jr - Where You Been

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Dinosaur Jr. @ the Jenny Jones Show *playing Out There
This video was aired on the crappy Jenny Jones Show on 1997. They are playing Out There from Where (More)

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Shane Harper Hulsey
Shane Harper Hulsey October 1, 1973 - October 20, 2006 Shane's heroic (More) Shane Harper Hulsey October 1, 1973 - October 20, 2006 Shane's heroic laugh...and eyes, and the way he makes you feel ever so important, the way he makes you feel about yourself, keeping you coming back for more, not in the way, as Amy Rosato mentioned to me, like a used car salesman with ulterior motives, but the way Siddhartha listened to the river at the end of the Hermann Hesse novel, his charming demeanor, his chameleon like styles and looks, from facial hair to gestures, from grimaces to moods, from Coltrane to Dinosaur Jr. - and his oversized quota for life...this is why we are here. He is the best of us, a legend and mythical hero. I have been talking to him, in my head and out loud, which must be strange for the other motorists. I ask, "What am I supposed to say?" and when I feel it getting too heavy I think, "...should I tell them what a doofis you can be farting big peanut butter farts as luscious as your hair was in high school?" Or should I mention the Tender Golden Angel Light that surrounds your beautiful head, or your hopeful eagerness and lifelong friendships with people that I've never even met. Whether you've known him since you were born, or saw him born to you, or brought back to the house in momma's arms, or whether you fell in love with him in the magic that surrounds him, or you met him last week at kilometer 38 and he gave you water under an overhang, you are changed by him. I used to think that he spread himself too thin, like the last of his organic peanut butter, retrieved with spoon, not knife, on two-day-old Big Sky bread...but I am wrong. And it is only selfishness and arrogance. (Shane)You give each one countless gobbles of purity and selflessness that inspire every friend, and relative, and loved one. And you are in most cases A Teacher...to more than just wide-eyed children on green canoes floating down a river as ageless as you. You are a teacher to yourself and then the world. ...And is it arrogance for me to wander for days...with man-purse at side, full of countless letters and postcards, two intertwining trip journals, and what accounts to a handful of pictures that I cling to, so that I may validate my existence to yours...And I look out and know, that as I scurried throughout my house to old boxes to find your letters and rummaged through bags of pictures, I was not alone, simultaneously, in this town and a town miles away, states away, countries away, there were kindred spirits bent over hope chests and duffel bags that smelled of mildew, and mantles above fire places pulling pictures and letters and memorabilia just to find pieces of your soul...proof!...that they are lucky enough to know Shane Harper Hulsey. We all have stories, and I am no more significant than anyone who tells of times...that Shane showed them...called them...wrote them...laughed with them...laughed at them...drove with them...flew with them...trekked and traveled with them...ran with them...paddled with them...biked with them in the woods...biked with them on the road...terrorized woodland creatures and businessmen alike, with them...laughed with them...ate horrible and mouthwatering food with them...tried to surf with them...tried to sing with them...tried to hurt for them when they hurt...loved with them...lusted with them...learned with them...laughed with them...lived with them...dug in dirt, and built, and scraped and washed and created and destroyed and horseplayed and sarcastinated with them...FLEW ON DREAMS so vast on his horizon that one million lifetimes could not endure his ambition to go and experience and tame the wild, famished voice inside his mind and his heart and his soul...with them...not one story is lessened. Shane would have wanted me to read the last paragraph of Kerouac's ON THE ROAD, but I am not going to. I read it yesterday and it does not seem to be relevant today, as beautiful and monumental in his life as it was it's just a sappy story and poorly typed. So that will be your homework, and I will instead, for the living, quote my six year old son Parker as he paused his Play Station Hot Wheels Stunt Track Challenge, shortly after we told him about Shane. "You know he's alive, people live in Heaven you know." So, they must now get off their heavenly asses and skate down to that heavenly river where Shane has already jumped right in, Childlike, Exuberant, Laughing, Naked. (Less)

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