Premiere.
A neighbour shows up in the middle of the night to shape Fez's hat.
Mariah Carey in Las Vegas.
US border patrol.
Platinum hits

02 (Frisbee Face, Alan Lomax)

Platinum Ranch is just north of south, in the middle of the outskirts, on the outside of the inner desert. Its polaris is the periphery. Platinum Ranch is a meeting place for storytellers, for meandering conversation about what’s (un)learned along our travails. So-called regular people with way-out wisdom. And of course, a smattering of platinum hits– songs extracted right from the earth, turned over in hands and given Platinum certification. Northstar is beneath our feet, friends, and if deserts seem lifeless and rocks seem plain, pick one up and pay attention: there's a history of the infinite, they're the fragments of lodestars past, there's wisdom in looking further than you can see.