Road Diary SS Carlucci
posted by on April 20 at 10:30 AM
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York, NY. All night pizzeria, and there he was, Carlucci. With his Pangea chops. Unfathomable, tectonic chops. He had more hair in one of his chops than most people grow on their whole body in a lifetime. Carlucci, one layed low smooth and fuzzy motherfucker.
He plays bricks, sticks, shoes, and skateboards in a noise collective called, Infinity SS. Carlucci.
Session drum sounds heard at Ground Control Studio from Blake Fleming, the original drummer of Mars Volta. The ‘arena jazz octo beast.’
Carlucci. The word takes you away, like a man who drives formula one cars and has cognac named after him.
you makin' me miss nyc.
if only y'all could see the unedited version of this little clip. T tried to
take some of Carlucci's chops with him,
and Carlucci called his cousin -- Vinny, who else? -- and friend Big Pedro over.
They took him in the back of the pizzaria
and shaved him down. Not pretty. But worth a laugh fershizzle.
willy wonka from hell?
That dude is classic. His noise band completely rules. God, you're right, he is smoothe.
Imagine his dingleberries.
That guy rules.
Yeah, making me miss Brooklyn, Trent.
I'd rather not think about his dingleberries though.
Hi, my name is Jonney, I am from Zaire.
Just like your resource :).
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