Wednesday

Tuesday

More Adventures in the Rose City

Banjo headed out on the town a few nights past, looking for the cure to that which ailed him. In need was he of trouble, booze, ladies, and rock n roll. He found all at the Doug Fir Lounge. And while the booze was delicious, the ladies were scantily clad, and the air for trouble was ripe with shit-talking, he was treated to a most spectacular broke-down, raunchy, punky-blues, rock 'n' roll one-man-band performance by this guy...





Bob Log III.
"I'm Bob Log and this is my GUITAR! WOOOOOO! GODDAMN!"
And then he TORE it the FUCK UP! on his cheap guitar and foot operated drum kit. Most awesome indeed.
You can find his music here: Bob Log's Myspace Jamboree

And then the show was over. Log left. The wasted, semi-hot ladies that had once dipped their bare breasts in Log's scotch on the rocks whilst on stage, dressed and headed out as well. And so Banjo peaced. Drunk. And awesome. On his fancy bike. And with an impending voyage longer than a live Jimmy Page guitar wank-off. Dreading such an unfortunate affair, Banjo fiercely cursed the night and those that made his Italian legs so damn small. But all was well, as he discovered this magical place on the journey to his new home...



Banjo was low on cash and unfortunately not in the mood for an eight-ball, but he's glad to know such a special place exists so close to home.

HOLY SHIT, NEW DARNELL!!!





And so, more answering of the fanmail via comic strip...

Sunday

One Month In...

For those of you that don't know, Banjo recently up and moved all the way across the country to the magical fairy land known as Portland, OR. Leaving behind the farm of conception, a plethora of preposterous and stupefying attachments of the human and not-so human, the more plastic or paper, form, and familial bonds of the illest and sensationalized variety, Banjo set forth on a new adventure where he had been only once or twice before. Still a virgin to the leftist coast, the adventure thus far has been a most fantastical success! No God knows what terrifying and astonishing phenomena will befall upon Mr. Banjo in the foreseeable future of his time in the bewitching belt of the pacific northwest.

Upon his arrival:

1. Who knew that lighting someones cigarette would lead to said dude trying to get Banjo to suck his cock? Banjo doesn't play that. Cigarette dude couldn't quite grasp the idea that Banjo doesn't suck the dick and is in fact only "down with the dick" when it's his own.

2. Banjo's first gay wedding attendance. A beautiful and genuine wedding, unlike most he's made appearances at. Everything was hunky dory until someone got the gnarliest of head wounds. That happened to be Banjo. Ouch. There was blood, sweat, tears that were not Banjo's, and the doctoring of the head by a gentle Southern Belle with the most delicate and thorough of hands as she patched up everyone's favorite side-burned jive talker with an Aunt Jemima-style bandana...and a fucking maxi-pad...he still sports the bandana from time to time...

3. Adventures in the hostel. These sort-of never ended. Between the coast guardian neanderthals covered in puke, the grunting and farting gorilla that slept below Banjo for three days and had an obsession with horse-sized pills and plastic grocery bags, to the beautiful Australians...there was something else...but Banjo musta drank that memory away, it was all a ridiculous time...

4. "Hey dude, let me touch whatever moist areas you got! C'mon, I know you got some. You can touch mine!" Banjo replied, "hey dude, get your finger out of my armpit or i'll make that gap in your teeth look like the fucking grand cayon."

5. More Darnell comic strips shall be posted in due time. The scanner was left at home making it harder to get them up, but they are done and ready for people to read 'em! Soon, kids, soon, you'll even be able to have your very own copy of the first 25 comic strips involving everyone's favorite intoxicated rodent as a printing is now in the works. Gotta love them comics!

6. Banjo's first live painting gig. Inspired by past paintings he did with one DrewBarker that was victim of a most rad hatchet throwing incident, and a painting left unfinished that was done in collaboration with Mr. Moss, Banjo set his sights high, combined the two and totally rocked the fuck out of the door seen below...





Check back soon for more shit and possible pics of Portland threads as worn by Banjo.