SNYDERMANIA: PICK UP YOUR COPY OF THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON AT ZIA RECORDS

Monday, July 9, 2012

PICK UP YOUR COPY OF THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON AT ZIA RECORDS

You can pick up a copy of THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON at any of the eight ZIA RECORDS locations in Phoenix, Tempe, Chandler, Tucson, and Las Vegas.

PHOENIX LOCATIONS:
Indian School & 19th Ave.

1940 W. Indian School, Phoenix AZ 85015

Phone - 602-241-0313
Monday through Saturday 10 AM – 11 PM
Sunday 10 AM – 10 PM

Dobson Rd. & Chandler Blvd.

1940 W. Chandler Blvd, Chandler 85224

Phone - 480-857-4942
Sunday through Thursday 10 AM – 10 PM
Friday & Saturday 10 AM – 11 PM

Thunderbird & 25th Ave.

2510 W. Thunderbird Road, Phoenix 85023

Phone - 602-866-7867
Monday through Sunday 10 AM – MIDNIGHT

University & Maple

105 W. University, Tempe AZ 85281

Phone - 480-829-1967
Monday through Sunday 10 AM – MIDNIGHT

TUCSON LOCATIONS:

Speedway

3370 E. Speedway Blvd, Tucson AZ 85716

Phone - 520-327-3340
Sunday through Thursday 10 AM-10 PM
Friday & Saturday 10 AM - MIDNIGHT

Oracle & Prince

3655 N. Oracle Road, Tucson AZ 85705

Phone - 520-887-6898
Monday through Sunday 10 AM – 10 PM

LAS VEGAS LOCATIONS:

Sahara & Decatur

4503 W. Sahara Avenue, Las Vegas NV 89102

Phone - 702-233-4942
Monday through Sunday 10 AM – MIDNIGHT

Eastern & Flamingo

4225 S. Eastern Avenue, Las Vegas NV 89119

Phone - 702-735-4942
Monday through Sunday 10 AM – MIDNIGHT

http://ziarecords.com/Home

You can also pick up a copy at the following venues:

Papa Joe's Barbershop - Chandler, Arizona
Chandler Auto and Tire - Chandler, Arizona
Changin Hands Book Store - Tempe, Arizona
The Book Frog - Rolling Hills, California

1 comment:

JJ said...: It looks like you're cookin'!; July 10, 2012 at 10:02 AM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?