The record
Whiskey ring. Cigarette burn. Lipstick.
Thirteen tracks, staged like a parish handout and played like a broken cassette. The title lands in the choir loft, the parking lot, and the last song.
- 01 Jesus Turned the Water Into Wine (So We Could Fuck)
- 07 Cowboy on the Billboard
- 11 Rusty Nail Parking Lot
- 13 He's the Festival Guy
Drawings
The window and the lot.
Xerox lines on pale blue paper. Not photographs.
Catalog
The other nights.
Rock, funk, psychedelic, and jokes that do not apologize. Every page here is a Festival Guy release.