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We wanted to make a sentimental video for ourselves documenting our time at CMJ in NYC, bec... read more >

I just wanted to let everyone know about our friend Ian, who we met throught our friends in Victory Smokes. We first heard about him when we were talking shop with Pat from the VS about making more dramatic documentaries. He suggested that we get a hold of Ian because of his artistic and action-oriented footage. After checking his "footy" out, as Ian would say, we were so impressed that we asked him to hang out with us. He obliged, and we were stoked.

Here's a little bit about Ian and his upcoming show in Missoula:

Ian Clark resides in La Grande, OR. He received his BFA in Photography from The University of Montana in 2007. In addition to showing his artwork, Clark is involved in filmmaking and freelances as... read more >

The CMJ festival is officially over, which means bands can get back to playing more than 5 songs at a time, fans can stop looking at maps and schedules and worrying about guest lists, and those of us involved behind the scenes can either pat ourselves on the back and start looking forward to next year, or we can curse ourselves and vow to do a better job next time. We at SnowGhost will be patting ourselves heavily and getting our video and audio offerings ready for public consumption, but while we’re waiting for the entertainment to arrive (as CMJers are no doubt used to doing by now), we can enjoy the FIRST ANNUAL SnowGhost CMJ Pro and Con Fest!

Pro #1: New York City is a really fun place. Every time I go there, I... read more >

Have you ever wondered about the expression ‘tooting your own horn,’ as in, “not to toot my own horn, but I play a mean saxophone”? While blowing smoke up someone’s skirt makes far less sense as a means of complimentary admiration, tooting your own horn seems like a perfectly fine thing to do, especially if you play a mean saxophone. If you’ve got a nice horn, you should probably be tooting it. What, are we supposed to let other people toot our horns for us? Or maybe this expression refers to the bugles or trumpets used to announce arrivals or decrees, like in the days of olde or those tiny horns that clowns use to get your attention and abuse it. Maybe it refers to car horns, like when a station wagon full of girls drives by me ... read more >

I have friends who have trained for and completed marathons. I am very proud of them, and in most cases, I am even a bit impressed. Running without stopping for 26.3 miles is certainly not something someone does on a whim, much less without a bit of training and a really nice pair of shoes. But at the same time, I could totally do it. If I was being chased by a gang of deadly chainsaw-toting toddlers that never surpassed the pace of a nine-minute mile, or perhaps a swarm of deadly bees that insisted on chasing me at safe speeds at or around 6 miles per hour, I could probably go at least 30 miles before I’d give up. I’d probably even have time for an emergency roadside poop. Regardless, there is no chance that I’ll ever willingly... read more >