Today I Will Frame a Poster.

When you get older, you really start to notice how dumb certain things are.  I can't really come up with any examples but my point is that posters look like shit without a frame.

When you're a kid you don't care about using thumbtacks to slap up a ripped, bent up piece of paper on your bedroom walls.  We've all done it.  Frames are expensive and besides, no self respecting teen would be caught dead in a crafts store.

But now we're older, we're wiser.  We want our valuables to be displayed properly, classier and just generally preserved-ier.  All my best toys are in glass cases, graphic novels are lined properly in slick bookshelves, VHS are specifically retro and unique.  We ain't foolin' anyone (nerds!) but it's a start.

I have a poster.  It needs to be framed.  I've been wanting to frame it for years.  Either I've been blind to this revolution, but I seriously see a huge influx in moderately priced frames for all the oddest shapes and sizes.  Sure, you're screwed if what you're framing is SUPER wacky, but who would of thought there would have been 11" by 17" frames, like, everywhere.  And easy to find, too.  I think I'm just bitter because OUR POSTERS THAT WE SELL ARE THIS SIZE WHY DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL ME.

So this is a solid size.  Good measurements.  Not too big and not too small, a great addition to add in between all the nooks and crevices of your boring, drab walls.  I've come to appreciate insane, overblown walls.  I like it when everything is covered in posters, flyers, records, etc.  I'm turning my entire place into a circus, yeah.  What can ya do?

Say, have you heard of Rocket From the Crypt?  Oh, you have!  Well, Rocket From the Crypt has been one of my favorite bands for the longest time now.  They called it quits a few years ago, but have only recently picked up their instruments to tour the world once again.  I've never seen them live, which is a cryin' shame, but until I do, their legacy lives on in the form of CDs, albums and a really cool tour poster of a scorpion.  I might have a thing for scorpions.

I'm only writing this just to publicly gush about them online.  Fine, it's been said.  There's always a tiny hope in the back of my head that one day, somehow, they will read this and extend a happy, helping hand to play alongside them.  I really hope they like gushing.  I'm good at gushing.

Their music rules.  It's everything I love in a band.  It's pure rock and roll at it's heart-thumping finest.  Great beats, cool image and a great singer/lyricist.  And by default, they win any award imaginable by including a horn section that doesn't automatically turn their band into terrible ska.

So yeah, check them out.

Well, I'll be.  Looks better than I imagined.  My expectations are exceeded, save for that little white string in the bottom right hand corner of the picture.  All expectations are now destroyed and I hate it to pieces.

I'm thinking of hanging it up in my bathroom.  I like it when bathrooms have a specific motif.  It can be a shrine to the band, a holy place to worship the Big Sound of one of the best bands in all the land.

A place to release a few "Rockets From the Shit."

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Thank you and goodnight.