Spoken word history.

Jeffrey Lewis is an anti-folk artist. He makes comics and does spoken word history performances.



Also is this awesome-o music video:

5 degrees below zero.

I had lain my seat back as far as it could to make a very comfortable bed and gone to sleep inside my down filled cocoon. I drool when I sleep sometimes, and when I woke up in the middle of the night I found the collar of my sleeping bag fairly wet by my own saliva, frozen to various degrees in various places. This would not work, I had to urinate and couldn't go back to sleep with my frozen saliva up against my cheek as I tried to bury deeper into my sleeping bag to get a few more hours of sleep. I sat up and looked for the car key, it wasn't in the ignition and I didn't think Jake would hide it so I figured it must be somewhere I could find it. I found it and started the car, the thermometer read 8 degrees outside. As the air pouring from the heater vents started to warm the thermometer started to drop, the instrument was correcting itself from the apparent miscalculation. About every forty five seconds or so the temperature would drop a degree until about fifteen minutes later the car was pouring hot dry air from it's vents and the thermometer had dialed in the true outside temperature: five degrees below zero Fahrenheit. It was cold outside. I turned the car off.

A few hours later after soaking in the heat of the car and thawing and drying my drool laden sleeping bag collar and even getting a few more hours of sleep I awoke to sunlight. Jake woke up and we started the car once more, I related the low temp earlier in the night and after a few minutes of the thermometer adjusting again it read three degrees below zero. We sat and talked about nothing for a while before I left to dump.