rambles
don’t undermine the underground
we’re right where we intended
we don’t need your education
to understand the magic in imagination
if one should think and others think it, too
we can make another realm away from radio ad distractions
where music is texture and our bodies are conduits for a greater intentions
potatoes for dinner
potatoes for breakfast
my friend, Mark, in Gainesville, Florida posted his daily sigil and some words that said “creativity is a process not a product”, and I keep meditating on this over and over the last couple days. it’s a simple sentence packed with so much wisdom.
i know it to be true and i endeavor to share more and more of my process with all of you.
a whole lotta clause
and not a lotta said
we’re given a clue
and left to wander with it
it’s our birthright to walk away
strawberries in the winter time is a ridiculous frustration
water is delicious
did you see the way they looked at each other?
for every hi another hello
i woke up this morning to the sun shining in the bedroom window, and a resistence to wanna get out of the bed. my shoulders were cold and my feet were warm.
i pulled myself and microwaved yesterday’s leftover french press of coffee. it appears it rained last night. i stayed out until almost midnight trying to watch the moon eclipse and only saw the cloud cover luna over and over again.
i have been contemplating my routines and habits concerning social media and going to work on posting more directly to my personal .com over facebook and whatever other misc .com
i am second cup of coffee into it this morning. Listening to Harlem Shakes, Burning Birthdays EP. A fun, quick little indie EP that reminds me of things good and simple circa 2005.
green chair
deerhunter on the radio player // album: cryptograms
woke up at 9:30am // stepped out for a smoke and check the mail
i had a valentine’s day card from Ashley’s parents
unexpected and fuzzy feels. thank you Craig and Kristie.
Fell back into sleep realm and woke up at 4:30pm
wandered down to find coffee at Bare Bones
helped Ashley vacuum out FDAK
And Now: Deerhunter on the radio player // album: cryptograms
spontaneous cleaning tasks intertwined with creative spurts and now computer words
be blessed. be free. be aware. be.
-ABC
the end of a decade
and the start of another
one full of trust and hope
a time to be stern and graceful
a time of new beginnings
and completion of ongoing projects
a time to project realities
speak truths
and
toss the nonsense
acorns on the ground
weather getting colder
it’s still very dry in these parts
i’m drinking an americano with whip cream - my favorite of treats
i got up and started cleaning myself and home place
brewed up a french press and put on some instant mashed potatoes
walked around in a couple circles listening to politics and current affairs on the youtube app
i had to get out so i walked to the nearest cafe, rocking frog
i saw Silly Sam and Ken the Coffee Man
a few others as well but those are the ones making it into my current typing
i set up my synth up last night so that it’s ready to go when i feel that urge
i want to record something but i don’t know what anymore
i long for more live shows
i’ve been increasingly stretching my mouth muscles since my tooth surgery
i was reluctant to do so for the first week or so
9 days later - not counting the week or so before that
that’s some painful nonsense
and the pain pills make me feel too numb
to life as a whole - i didn’t like it
take care of your teeth, friends
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social stance
obvious
weaving new threads into old dresses
similes and overheard words
i don’t give a damn who i may make mad
this madness in my stomach is worth every interjection
caffeine makes the blood bubble
head rumble
boom
there are many narratives
they appear in words overheard
advertisements
scriptures
there is a need to wander
and a longing to sit content
a blue pill and a red
metaphor upon metaphor
resistance and escapism
uncertain what it means to be okay
okay to be insane
a madman once told me
the gods are nothing without relief
and magic is nothing without belief
i believed him and found the fifth dimension
unable to reside there and here
leads to me to frustrating situations
to see through people or to see them through
and what it means to be free
it’s a big box
a big sphere
quantum cycles
looking for the source of it all
I am shadow. I am light.
I am shadow and I am light.
The rest is in between the inn and now. The rest is in between the hear and how.
The stream is flowing and the river is wide. My eyes are open. All three of them and somehow I feel sound.
Good Morning!
From the Teton Valley of Idaho to Jackson Hole, Wyoming that is where I have been for the last few days. It is absolutely breathtaking. Literally, as we drive over some of these mountain ranges I have lovingly reminded Ashley Klump to breathe.
It’s unlike anything I have ever seen before. Mountains beyond mountains. It’s September and there is snow on the distant mountains. We drove through a pass yesterday and there was snow on the ground beside us.
We went to pick up Ashley’s sister, her husband, and little one (less than 2 years old), from an airport that lands in the Teton National Park.
When I walk outside all I hear is the wind blowing through the trees and my own breath most the time.
I saw a white buffalo, only from the car, driving by, not close enough to take a picture, not close enough to photograph or say hello/hi.
I’m still hoping to cross paths with a red fox. They’re out here. I’ve read it to be so. The elevations out here are unlike anything I have experienced to date.
Lots of deer. Lots!
The sun is out this morning for the first time since we arrived.
Ashley’s parents are genuine, straight forward, good hearted people. Felicity, her little niece of not even two years of age is adorable. We hit it off rather quickly. I like the little ones and the way they see the world. It’s easier for me to relate. It’s simple and unfiltered.
Ashley’s parents have built quite the getaway home up here in the middle of nowhere almost.
The nearest towns, itty bitty towns, are a good 30, 35 minute drive. Victor and Driggs.
I feel blessed to get out of the city. I love Oregon, but it’s nice to get out and explore.
Tomorrow is the first day of Fall and we plan to visit Yellowstone National Park, another first for myself.
Tuesday we plan to explore Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
Wednesday it’s on the road back to Oregon again.
I am grateful and blessed for this experience.
-ABC
here today. keeping the .com paid.
leaving tomorrow. getting out of portland. going on a road trip with Ashley to Idaho.
her family has a cabin near the Wyoming border. I’m going through parts of this country I haven’t seen much of so expect some photos.
I’m excited to wander out. I love the open roads.
I’ve been listening to the song, Bad Girl by Devendra Banhart a lot this last week. Also same artist, the song, Taking a Page. I recommend both.
I still have my shirts I made for my show last week. I have 4 of the 5. I’ll post them on the blog soonly.
Also the art that I created during the set is now framed and for sale at my coffeehouse, Anna Bannana’s NW 21st.
I am currently uploading a video my friend, Ian, took from my rock n roll show last week at The Waypost.
That was a really fun show. I am very grateful to everyone who came out and was a part of the experience.
Thank you Tiny Ghost Club and Shaylee (Elle) for having on the show.
It’s become rainy and cool again in Portland, Oregon. It helps with my creative pursuits around the house.
There is nothing like the feeling of coffee and arting while it’s rainy outside.
I’m going to quit typing and check on the youtube video upload.
-ABC
i thought i did. i know it did.
i played a lot of games. boards and cards.
thoughts and tongues.
nickel, dime, or quarter. doesn’t matter.
if it doesn’t make dollars it doesn’t make sense. to continue. to pursue.
better off alone than wonder what we will ever do.
present and past. go and pass.
resisting movement will only make your legs stiff.
drink another coffee. wake up again.
the end. and a new begin.
here i am
there they are
as they always were.
light distorts it
forget about it if you can
i pay attention to details
it was like this and now it’s like this
time and space. 2 realms. always present. always slightly different.
this time it’s James. next time it’s Gabriel.
it’s a different magazine description. a different season. a slightly different hook.
did i create or was i created for this moment?
it seems selfish to assume such an ability
how long can a fox graze among sheep until he begins to lick his teeth?
the owls are not what they seem
and we’ve know this since the 1990’s
who are the owls? what do they see?
the first time i left the planet
i saw unmentionable things
if i want to talk it out
it all sounds crazy
and if you know what i mean
you know why we sing
and why this whole god damned thing
is entertaining to me
woke up around noon, went for a walk, found an americano, drank about half, started filing taxes, realized I need a proper ID before that can be completed, ate a couple slices of last nite’s pizza, laid back down, had some crazy ass dreams, got up between 4:44 and 4:59pm, wandered to the library, updated info for .com…
and then…. I need to do some laundry. if not all of it, at least some bare necessities. some socks, underwear, clean pants…
Spring has sprang some beautiful colors. lots of rain. I am grateful for that.
some sing, some strum, we can all dance.
-ABC
my friend Steve gave me a desktop computer and i recently got a new phone. with their powers combined i am able to interweb from something more than my phone.
which means i’ll be writing more. it’s an important piece of me I tend to put off for the sake of drawing. All voodoo must be properly practiced to pursue full potential.
Feeling it all, friends. It’s been a strange fall in Portland, Oregon.
Full moon last weekend.
Smoggie Catt is resting on the couch beside me.
She’s my greatest companion.
Well now I know the laptop/phone connection works so I’m going to sign off here.
-ABC
I've been watching all the words on social media about Nike siding with Colin Kaepernick for a few days.
I've been slow to say words because there is a lot to absorb.
A friend called me last night and I think she said it best so I'm going to paraphrase her words.
Also before I do that I want to quote Kaepernick:
"I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color," Kaepernick told NFL Media in an exclusive interview after the game. "To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder."
We have to support people who make a stand and deliver awareness in any way possible.
Yes, Nike has done and is doing horrible things including sweat shops.
That is not a reason back up that has been under the rule of white supremacy for as long as it's existence and continues to try to just that.
A young African American chose to lay down his career and make a stand for something for greater than himself.
Now Nike has taken his side and it is opportunity to expose more inconvenient truths.
Corporations can't hide from there wrong doings anymore. No one can. A great awakening is/has been happening.
All lives will not matter until all lives matter. As a white male it would be complete ignorance for me to even pretend I know the life of a African American.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts Fawn Shilow and helping talk that out.
Long live liberty.
-ABC
the internet is a crazy place. don't forget to localize and harmonize. this place is only secondary. #ifyawannarevolution
that being said, i go through phases with the internet since my last band ended back in Florida. If I am going to be a part of it, I keep it genuine. I do intend to engage more this upcoming year via interwebs. More posts. More rambles.
These days I am remembering espresso and internet were my first vices and dropping some of the more recent.
Starting with tobacco. It's a waste of my money and a distraction from singing out and being fully in the moment. My hands don't fidget as much. What's that about? Not cool.
I bought Smoggie Catt a "space box" for Christmas, at least that's what we're calling it. It's a diamond shaped box with all sides being cardboard scratch posts except one that she can climb in and scratch or sleep in.
I started reading 1984, it's taking me a moment to get into. Thus my typing and internetting at the moment. Maybe I had too much coffee. Either making use of all this energy while doing as the doc said and being still for few days. That's hard to do.
My friend Jackie Jones is on her way to town. She lives in Washington but we met in Portland. I've blogged about her before.
I'm going to write some words and draw on paper not web now.
October 1st:
Hung out with my good friend, Jackie Jones. We met in Portland when I first moved here, but she lives in Lynnwood, Washington now. Also present that day were Eric and Ally.
We played corn hole and ate kabobs that Eric made on the grill: steak, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. So good!
And there was Luarelwood pumpkin beer because Eric works at that brewery. That is actually the only pumpkin beer I've found that's not overwhelmingly sweet to myself.
Also there was pumpkin pie and pumpkin rolls! Thanks for the hospitality friends!
October 2:
I helped my friends Darcie and Reed move some stuff into there new apartment and Darci and Steve helped me move my things into my new spot. My new spot is the same spot I lived in 3 or 4 years ago. I'm still trying to determine the exact year.
I do know I was really hungover during the move in and highly suggest if you are reading these words. Never drink liquor that tastes like peppermint. Even if it's offered to you for free. It'll make you feel like a yuck the next day.
Anyway, moving into the house I once in lived in before. Back to NE Portland between MLK and Williams. It feels good to be back in these hoods.
October 3:
It should be noted the leaves are turning yellow and falling down to the ground fast.
I had a couple drinks after work yesterday afternoon with a great friend, Alan Page. After which I bought Palo Santo for purifying/cleansing the energy into moving back in to the Graham House.
I started vacuuming and unpacking at the new spot. Mostly I got my bed set up and moved other things around that I wasn't sure what to do with yet.
October 4:
I just got out of bed about 2pm. That's about an hour ago. I'm eating a breakfast bagel with veggie sausage and got a coffee from Goldrush. This is one of my favorite coffee shops to sneak away, too.
It's been interesting walking the streets I use to in a different head space than before but it also helps me remember the things that were so important to me when I was here.
That's the little bit of what's been happening for me. Smoggie Catt moves back in soon. I need to clean a little more properly / have things more solid before she comes back.
I need to post my Sleepwalking Moment and check in with my bank balance and clean up the new space now.
be free
-abc
the tug to pull
the patience to break it
and heal, and feel, and ache
wonder how long it'll take
before the realize the revolution began
whistle or whisper
doesn't matter
take time to wander, friend
don't forget again
i try and i try
no one asks to sing
i stopped by
as i said i would
i wrote some words and i'll walk on
blasphemy!
rock n' roll deserves better
better hair
and better air time, too
do do do
la de due
no one saw this coming
they were lost in their mirrors
i don't like this feeling
nah, nor the whistle
i'm sorry, mate
it ain't so simple
is that right?
rock n' roll is better shared?
three dead trolls
sitting by a fire
who was their god?
why did it matter?
"they don't like a revelator"
can i ask a question?
is that guitar solo yours or was it stolen?
tulips
cantaloupe
and other people's tales
