A HERO IN THE MIDST.

I hope this kid hits the bigtime.

YOU BETTER WATCH OUT. YOU BETTER NOT CRY. (Is that a christmas song or the J4F anthem from the mid-nineties?)

I don't know who took this picture but I love it. Dardy and I faggin' out as usual after a late practice listening to my shitty tape recorder and a new song we just played after breaking down equipment.

C'mon now, you cannot tell me that doesn't look like a very inviting sign for a happy ending. Look at that boner under the towel!

IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME.

AN OLD ROUND OF EVERYDAY SHOTS.

Honey I'm going to be late for dinner, me and the boys are going to get some hookers.

Go ahead, try it. I dare you to try and steal one cherry. I'll break your hand.

A comb built for any moment in time.

SCANNING SOME FROM LAST MONTH.

ASSEMBLAGE OF A HOLIDAY CREW.

We ended up having enough food for thirty more people to join us. All in all one of the best Thanksgivings ever. The group photo was taken at the end of the night when many wounded soldiers had already long been cab-bound.

BEST PHOTOGRAPH OF ALL TIME.

I might have posted this before, I don't remember and I'm too lazy to look into it. This was taken right when Bobby Kennedy got shot. (For those who didn't know)

crazy.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

Enjoy the slaughter with some laughter.

THERE YOU ARE!!!

When I was in Brazil my friend Pete did this 20 times a day, no matter where we were he'd jump onto a higher surface and scream an exaggerated Nicholas Cage impersonation, "There you are!" Instant laugh for sure. Then I just stumbled upon this...!


Sorry if the screen cuts out on the right, terrible with computers and running out the door.
(Motherfucker- I just saw this on someone else's website, Nic Cage is speading like wildfire today.)

CAN I BORROW A DOLLAR?

If you see me in person and remember to ask I got a really funny story about this guy!

FORTUNE COOKIE.

AND IF YOU EVER GET SWEPT AWAY... YOU MIGHT DREAM YOUR LIFE AWAY.

PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE.

The Dardys Live at Pianos November 16th 2010

This is the recording emailed to me straight from the soundboard.

Tracklisting as follows:

1)Disposition
2) Knocked on the Door
3) Back Door
4) I'd like to know
5) Purslane Square
6) Your a Lady
7) It's Rare

The Dardys Live at Pianos November 16th 2010 by thedardys

FADING OUT.

This guy locked himself, nose pressed against my front door mumbling at 2 in the afternoon for 7 minutes and I didn't want to go near him because he was bleeding and was wayyy beyond 12-Loko. Finally he stumbled past me and as I was twisting the key to my sanctuary I hear him wrestling with the magazines. He hit his head and started bleeding some more and now the whole street is trying to console him but I don't think he even heard one word anyone mentioned and then finally some people gave up and I went up to blast Two-fer Tuesdays which went REM, Beatles, Stones, Neil Diamond, Madonna, Stevie Wonder, Neil Young, Pink Floyd. In that order until I had to run out the door.

(Best 4-Loko quote from the other day when I purchased one. ((Cranberry Lemonade)) "Shit, ni__a, (( I'm white so I can't write shit like that)) I got friends that can drink a case a beer, you give em three of those shits they'll be naked fighting cops and shit."
But my main question to you is this... Have you ever met anyone that was 20-Loko???

WALLOWS WET DREAM.

My buddy Ryan Zimmerman sent me this photograph and it reminded me of Wallows so much I just looked at it for ten minutes. I don't care if I even get an ollie in I have to go fuck with this spot for an afternoon.

AWWWW SHUCKS.

MEDIUM-RARE.

CLEAR A PATH.

I rarely cook breakfast but if you're lucky enough to catch one I put in one-hundred-motherfucking-percent.

JORDYN.

The Dardys new drummer!!!

NO HOMO.

(Those braces are just for you Albin)

QUALITY MEATS.

UP IN SMOKE.

AN INDIVIDUAL WITH FINE QUALITY'S.

One of the finest people on the planet: FAROOK.

WHAT THE DILL?

Some people just don't wanna be photographed eating pickles.

THE INEVITABLE DISAPPEARANCE OF MALLORY AND WHAT THAT MEANS...

THE WORST TEXT MESSAGER ON THE PLANET.

THERES BETTER THINGS, THAT YOU'RE GONNA GET INTO, AND I WANNA BE THERE TOO.

THE MAN.

TRYING TO BUY A LAUGH.

I went with DonChino to do an open mic. The plan was each of us would play one or two songs on guitar. I've never even been to any kind of open mic. You know what, they really suck. Half the time it's some weirdo with what looks like a home-made music box traveling through space with acid music or a comedy act so atrocious you find yourself laughing once in a while just because you feel sorry they practiced such a crummy joke by themselves over and over. And then... a guy in the audience that came to see his friends goes, "Wait, what the fuck. These guys aren't funny for shit." He signs up, takes his shirt off, recruits DonChino for soft backups and goes over the trials and tribulations of first loves in sixth grade. Punchline jokes suck, gimme the stories.

CANDY MANNEQUIN.

It's slowly turning into scumbag week over here at thankyounyc.