Daily Loaf

Routes Music is a documentary film acting as a roving music census, taking in the true musical passions (and disgusts) of the American people. We’re traveling all across the country, stopping along the way to interview local bands, take footage of live performances and chat with anyone and everyone. Learn more about the documentary here; check out all previous entries here.

We met Mushroom Montoya in Long Beach after a long, hard day on Malibu Beach. A practicing “modern shaman” for nearly three decades, Montoya views music as more than entertainment: he uses it for healing the mind, body and spirit. His tools are the drum and the didgeridoo, a hollowed-out pole that, when blown into, sounds like a nest of idle bees. Montoya’s choice of the didgeridoo is no accident; the instrument is said to be man’s first wind instrument dating back thousands of years. Aboriginal shamans in Australia used the didgeridoo in their own rituals and ceremonies.

Well, it just so happened that Phil was complaining of congestion, so Montoya took out one of his three didgeridoos to help clear our crew member’s sinuses. Watch the video below: Read the rest of this entry »

“Last night I dreamt of shelves of plaster molds of Ghost heads. I was near a shelf full of glowing heads, (just casts) and then we’d meet a ghost, he would show is to the grave, we’d pull out the body, make a plaster cast of the head, and return the body to the ground. The plaster cast would go on the shelf with the others, and begin to glow. JRA” (sic)

Hmmm. Could Halloween be near? Or, do you have a lot of shadow thoughts you ruminate over on a regular basis?  Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t know how many of you are aware of the week long debauchery party that takes place in Key West every year: AKA Fantasy Fest. This year they’re celebrating 30 years of parades, painted naked people, drunken stupors, and casual sex. Fantasy Fest originated as a way to bring tourists to Key West in the off season. What better way to bring people to an island during hurricane season than to entice them with a giant Halloween street party with alcohol and painted naked people. I’m looking forward to the painted naked people the most. What can I say, I can see people in drunken stupors in downtown St. Pete, have causal sex on a Tuesday night at home, and see a parade at the drop of a dime in Tampa, but there’s not too many places I can see painted naked people first hand.

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People never cease to amaze me when pushing their bodies’ artistic boundaries.  I thought I was daring when I got my nose pierced.  I was in Amsterdam at the time, high on mushrooms, and I thought that a piece of metal in my nose was just what I needed. I’m usually too much of a pussy for shit like this, but some people get off on this kind of pain.  Below, I’ve included some of the most piercing pictures of painful piercings. I can’t even imagine how these people felt during their artistic voyage of self discovery!  My own story of getting my face pierced went a something like this:

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For those who don’t know me, my head is always in the gutter; hell I rent out the sewer! I’m blunt when it comes to sex and relationships! Lately I’ve been dealing with all my girlfriends’ drama and issues, but I’ve become aggravated when they don’t listen. To save me many hours spent half-listening to girlfriends cry into their phones over ruined relationships while shoveling comfort foods, I’ve decided to catalog my dating advice for you to flip through at will. Think of it as an encyclopedia for dealing with and dating men.

For my first entree I tackle the problem of asking your man stupid questions about your appearance.

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That was one question I asked myself after an incident a few years ago. I met a man in his mid 30s at a bar in South Tampa. He was a well-dressed Italian man with a nice athletic build. We exchanged numbers and that was that. I left the bar and forgot about even giving my number away.

The following week I get a text asking to hang out. I figured what the hell, I’m the adventurous type — why not see what happens. I was a little bit horny anyway, but figured I could probably control myself.

I get over to his place, played with his cute little dog, watched some baseball, and sipped a cran and vodka. We both got a few drinks in us.

Read below the jump for the rest [probably NSFW]:

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Getting into the position: The position is described as both the man and woman lying flat on a surface with their appendages, hands and torso directly overtop of one another’s. Clasping each other’s hands like two starfish making love, the lovers press their chests together and stretch out their thighs and arms while mimicking and complimenting each other’s motions.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how would you rate position (1 as horrible, 10 as sexual nirvana)? Read the rest of this entry »

If a woman says she doesn’t, she most definitely does, unless she is Janet Reno. Even if she only did it once when she was really bored, drunk, horny, sexually frustrated, or using her neck massager on a daily basis, she did it, and it’s time we women start fessing up before we brainwash another generation of girls into thinking female masturbation is wrong.

Once in college my friend and I bought a vibrator for our mutual friend’s birthday thinking it was the perfect gift. Little did we know she’d be terrified by the little vibrating piece of rubber. With the toy still unopened, I passed it on to another friend in a long-distance relationship who uses it to this day. But this got me thinking. Why do women feel like they can’t openly discuss pleasuring themselves when self-gratification seems to be all some guys talk about? Read the rest of this entry »