The elusive Max Conroy, Cousin Justin’s former roommate at MSU, has emerged from hiding somewhere in Chicago to contribute to the site.  Check his comments and reviews on the Heart Ache blog.  As the story goes, Max was a hobo in a past life.  He hopped trains and ate beans from a can by the campfire, and liked to settled down to watch the sunset with a bottle of cheap wine in his hand.  He once stabbed a man over the love of his life.  In his current life, he loves music and books and is a true Cousin in spirit.  We are trying to get Max to be a regular writer/contributer to the site.  We miss Max, and wish he would come back home to visit. 

I remember the time where I went to East Lansing to visit Justin and Max and we jammed in the basement.  We all sucked, but boy did we play our hearts out.  Max was on guitar, me and Justin were on drums and harmonica, and the rest of the people hanging out did whatever.  We played all night and God knows how we sounded at the peak of it all.  I swear we figured out the secrets of the universe that night.

I’m listening to the Grateful Dead’s self titled live album right now.  Me and Justin have been diggin’ the Dead recently.  Dispite the current hipster attitude towards hatin’ on hippies, I don’t see how you can hate on the Grateful Dead.  They were good for a reason.  Quit trying to deny the facts of the world.  The Grateful Dead are immortal.  And hippies shouldn’t be hated on.  That’s just jealously.   

Now excuse me while I go fix up a veggie burrito.

-Cousin Geoff