for (whats) real

moving green.

i finally live somewhere.  i rode my bike cross town.

a bag on my back. a bag on each arm.

im an easty now.

oh yeah. this is my new racer.    bad ass.

coaster brake.  no slip with the wet, wet rain.

morning at the roxie

 the only thing to bring you out of a bukowski night is a hemmingway breakfast.

the crave, the view, the dirt

there is a place in china town where the food looks like the picture.

but it tastes better. and they have duck hanging in the window.

GOOD TASTE.....

was the answer after wandering around for three hours craving chinese.

black widow

this is the black widow.  but due to high costs.
a complete lack of progressive values from airlines.
i could not afford to bring her to portland.

but for the future:  http://www.bikeleague.org/members/bikesflypolicies.php#policies

it doesnt have to be fancy

this

this is the contents of a well thought out travel bag.

finally after the last year as a vagabond, i have achieved some sense of meaning.

First circuit bent keyboard. Goodloe Byron, Revisions Of. Envelope from james containing cards, two polaroids of nearest thing to home u.s. map. chargers. Compact discs: salon style, gay tastee, dave van ronk, the books, many releases from poobah records, complicated shirt. Pomegranate perfume. Nail polish. Jewelry. Pens hat. Ipod. Three journals. Music box. Camera. Scarf belt. Eye glass case. Cables. Nathans tooth. Crown Now, Realicide tapes. Contact mic. Two mini cassettes. Mini cassette recorder and my pedal.

we are pawns to someone.

Finding love through passion.

fragile yet furtile

finding home. portland is perfect. it will be complete once i find a station. i walked through a record store today. cannot wait to have a place to put them. until then i listen to this.

bill withers: aint no sunshine when shes gone
(i am sure someone has lost there sunshine since i have left)
r.l. burnside: just like a bird without a feather
(the cock and the canary)
sam cooke: someday somewhere
(there will be peace, there will be joy, there will be riches... when we reach that city)
slim harpo: still rainin in my heart
(thinking about the part all the boys have played to get me here)
otis redding: send me some lovin
(please)
nina simone: i put a spell on you
(i think you know who you are)
lead belly: where did you sleep last night
(off the burnside bridge)
junior kimbroug: lonesome road
(finding solitude)
billy holiday: come rain or come shine
(i only make promises i can keep)

heart beats.

this is "little annie" made by nathan of idmclassics.net of boston.
contact mic and cables included, heart given seperately.

around the bend

i added two brass nails and two wires and now it goes. 

"eooheeooooeaaahhoooeoeoe."

when you hit a key and rub your finger.

(must admit i was helped)

presents from boston

this is where my weekend ended up.  despite getting drunk for the first time in a month.

lets just say that night ended poorly.  who ever thought i should have a phone was wrong. 

saturday was a bore, ie: parent trap on disney, matrix on mtv AND bravo, followed by an e! special of miley cyrus. 

 Nathan got into town sunday. spent the evening with my mother for her birthday, then over to vickys for fucking around in the basement. (this was pre Purple Rain)  

presents came with nathans arrival:

realicide tape, contact mic, cables and my "little annie"

the heart is the best setting.

Switch seat.

noise: the thump your heart makes after pumping the pedals hard.

noise: the tick of a clock when you are past that.

valentines. september fourth.

i think i may be playing my first show. very early. very short.

with salon style, todd is new each moment and tough: featuring american on drums.

.for the boys. maim terrain

wednesday noise

it is here. it is everywhere.

call me junior.

as nathan put it best, "you know what its like to be a ten year old boy".

so the baby is, well, the babies fucked. but i think therapy may save its soul.

this guy. i think something cool might come out of him,

but i have to learn what i am doing first.

new babies.

my adventures in bicycle today.  i went to For Pete's Sake, a treasure of a thrift store that is part of St. Peters Hospital. They usually have amazing things. clothes. knick.knacks. bags. house stuff. jewelry.  

 today they happened to have a schwinn varsity.  "as is."  what i was most in love with,

 second to the green, was the height. super short.  i pick it up tomorrow.

i put the first coat of primer on my raleigh.  it is sooooo beautiful.

starting somewhere.

so as i am leaving victorias this evening she pulls a baby out of the neighbors trash.

this is it. i have no idea what i am doing. but i have to start somewhere.

i should name it.

practice.

i got this estey electric organ from goodwill for three dollars two years ago.

it was great until one day it was dead.  there is a plastic thing that was supposed to spin.

i assume to generate wind to make sound.  the attatchment was broken.

so today i soldered it.  still a no go.  eh.  the motor still creates a wonderful hum.

sorry raleigh.

sanding down the mustard. i am no truist to raleigh. 

i hope there isnt a deep offense to erasing this bicycles surname.

noise: can you solder metal to plastic?