One of my favourite ever things to do in Modest Mouse was to go out shopping with Jeremiah. The whole band were the most acquisitive people I'd ever come across in my life, and each gas station we stopped at was an opportunity to stock up on hats, 3D sunglasses, and fishing nets. Being in the Walmart in Mississippi at 3 a.m. with Jeremiah was an education and a treat, as he would saunter around, picking out an array of objects from children's toys to garden tools with the casual air of a consummate expert, and I would marvel at the man's aesthetic diversity. Things to make signs, things to make things, and things to stick on top of other things: they would all be launched into the basket. When we'd get back to the studio, he'd disappear with his haul and then reappear days later, having made some amazingly crafted item. One morning I went into his room and noticed something unusual. All the furniture had been sprayed gold...the rugs, the lampshades...everything. Everything was sprayed gold. Jeremiah lived in his own lane. His own beautiful lane. Pic @instapatgraham