Motherfucker just plopped down out of the sky (or what), landing about two feet away from me. My hope was to get a super-duper upper-closer macro shot; but instead we’re to settle for the off-balance (me) mid-scurry (it), slightly overexposed snap of a pic.
One o’ these days, my lazy-arsed self will take a pix of a praying mantis. They’re the tops!
Hey, sorry to post here but I wanted to get in contact with you to see if you were the same person who had this page:
I’m really interested in hearing one of those recordings and would like to see if I could make a trade with you or something. Please email me back, thanks.
Yep, that’s me. Or, was, anyway. I gave ’em all away to a dude. He’s uploaded a bunch of them. Also, the Archive maintains a collection each for Robyn and The Soft Boys.