A few words about Lord Buffalo (in his own words amongst other stuff)
“You said go back to the beginning”
“Remove burrito from wrapper”
“Wasting good ideas on bands instead of serious fiction. You have no idea.”
“Can you hear the low rumble across the plains?… Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin; a night with no delay.”
1. What do you see in your dreams?
In my dreams I see all the people who have ever worn a mustache standing in a line in the desert under the flickering shadow of a giant burrito. They are holding cards with numbers that aren’t actually numbers but different snakes, both living and extinct. The dream is a single-shot pan that continues until the white squirrel who haunts all my dreams, rides up in a black ‘71 el camino super sport and asks me if I want to go get high with him and his mom back at her trailer.
2. What is the most important thing in life?
3. When alone, do you talk to yourself? If so, what do you talk about?
Of course, constantly. If I’m not swearing for the sound of it, or telling grackles to back the fuck up, I’m usually narrating a documentary on heavy sweating.
4. How is this world going to end?
The world will end when the warehouse containing all of Arby’s unused horsey sauce packets explodes in an act of terror after a world war for water has left the planet without any other source of hydration/horseradish.
5. Why do music?
Because poetry is dead and no one reads fiction. Music is the river mud in which all of our brains resonate together making ideas and tadpoles (pollywogs). Without music, moving is nearly impossible and without reward.