This is either a screen capture of the Residents’ video or Eric Filseth avatar

The Residents are a legendary yet obscure rock band from San Francisco that wears or wore giant eyeball constumes to help protect their secret individual identities. I know virtually nothing about them.

R.I.P. Hardy Fox, co-founder and chief composer of The Residents has died

The Residentialists, more precisely known as The New Residentialists is a weak and amorphous populist movement here in Palo Alto, founded by Tim Gray and myself (Weiss) in 2012 that itself is a tribute to Enid Pearson and Emily Rentzel (who I confuse one for the other) and Tom Jordan (not the musician, but his dad). I was later expelled from the (New) Residentialists in a counter-revolutionary coup and branded “The Agitator” by Bill Johnson who himself is secretly the leader of the group although his agenda is the exact opposite: he is Build Baby Build, commercial and residentialist, as long as they buy ads and his building 450 Cambridge grows in value.

I am nothing I see all.

I am everything I see nothing. (One of those misquotes the Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson — who I studied at Dartmouth with James Melville Cox, father in law of a leftist politican would be and singer songwriter in SF — while the other misquotes the fictional character Schultz or Schultzie in not F Troop but Hogan’s Heroes with Bob Crane who was also on the down low and died mysteriously.

Speaking of Resident Dentalists I am Mulcahy not McKenna although I met one of the McKenna Clan and her 5-year-old boy in Midtown at Byron and Colorado I think where they throw great ping pong or table tennis parties and have a black cat halloween installation. Or so I hear (with my Transparent Ear Balls, dba Earthwise since 1993). Mic drop

Sorry to bother you, sorry for your loss