A.B. Corduroy
Oh it’s my birthday month, turning 35 tomorrow. There’s a full moon tomorrow night, too. The colors around town have not disappointed this year. Always remembering that wandering is therapy, too. It’s good to find relief in the textures and colors in this realm.
I hear and/or see a hummingbird almost daily and that keeps me in a state of gratitude and mystery. They’re like guardian angels who appear to remind there is still magic even when it feels the world is completely crazy.
-ABC
I’ve been slacking on the blogging again.
Not that there is any short of happenings.
The fall colors in Portland, Oregon are absolutely stunning.
I’ve been recording more tracks in Logic Pro and learning how to adjust volumes accordingly for that format.
Still making coffee at Anna Bannanas four days a week. Painting in between.
Making home more homely.
Practicing making more healthy routines is a constant thing.
My 35th birthday is two days away.
Started reading the Mahabharata again. It was gifted to me by my good friend, Kshitij Kumar some time back and I never got through it the first time so making use of the rainy days and reading it to the end this time.
I’ll share some fall pictures later this evening when I am more focused.
I’ve been hearing a lot of music I have never heard before. Thank you Darci and Amando specifically.
Thank you to everyone for their help and support. Large and small. I am grateful for it all.
-ABC
Yeah everyone is talking about it!
The surreal new deal !
it is finally here!
Prepare yourselves!
Bring out a new washcloth!
This is it!
No time for bacon!
Nah we got Cauliflower on aisle four!
Pop corn!
Popcorn Galore!
“to point of the wander is not to know
it is to go
and we’ll see what we see”
i just said these words to my friend Nko just down the road, and i keep repeating them to my self so it felt that i shoud type it out.
Also, I recorded this track yesterday afternoon and want to share it!
-ABC
Yesterday the projected high in Portland, Oregon was 115 degrees so Ashley and I got to the Tillamook on the coast and a little spot called Short Beach where the high was only in the mid 60’s. Thank you so much Ashley for getting us away from the insane heat. It’s still hot out here, gratefully it’s only in the 90 degrees range.
As a wanderer I find it difficult to sit still. Do a chore. Make some noise. Wander more. Dishes and coffee. Wander more.
The heat in Portland, Oregon right now is absurd, and I find it rather fascinating to experience.
With a steady breath.
The sun was HOT today.
I mostly stuck to shade.
My first wander I took the sun full on. 1pm ish.
This night hot though. It feels oddly better outdoors than indoors.
The breeze has become subtle.
Earlier much more fluid.
It feels sometimes the more I remember to breathe and think clearly it feels cooler.
The temperature around the crown of my head drops and it feels like it all syncs up.
Finding cure for the pain in the pain and feeling okay with being okay.
The planet is sick. It all became apparent in what seems like an instant.
Hindsight is 2020 and how we react next must be diligent, focused, and urgent.
There is no go back to before.
We must think globally and react regionally.
In my opinion…
that’s as simple/complex
as it gets.
--ABC
Sci Fi looking Jesus building / St Joseph Hospital
Wildflowers all around town.
Campfire Coffee
The demons of our past are not the dictators of our future.
👁🧿👁🧿👁🧿
The view of Mt Ranier from the corner of the air bnb we stayed in Tacoma.
Ashley and my self were doing home chores today when a hummingbird flew into our home.
I have been following hummingbird’s magic for a few years now.
There use to be a hummingbird that came to the powerline in front of the place i lived before and sit there and sing every morning when I sat on the porch for my morning coffee.
I have learned their songs and see them sitting in trees or sitting on powerlines almost daily.
Flying into our home though. That’s something else. Wow!
After carrying the hummingbird to the courtyard… It’s challenging to describe the feels of holding such a magical, fragile creature… well hummy flew on and Ashley and I are full adreneline and look up and see a rainbow over our home.
In the midst of absorbing all the magic of those two moments, we look up the humminmgbird in the spirit animal / totem animal book and the following words stood out.
That’s a whole lot of symbolism. Pray for rain everyone. We need it out west.
That’s it! // Until the next moment!
-ABC
a lil’ abstract spooky track by my self for your self.
living in truth and demanding justice
forgiveness begins with ourselves. forgiveness is how we heal
lay your words of wisdom softly on the river’s shoulders
speak articulately and listen with curiousity
walk in the rain and believe in okay
drink your coffee, but don’t over do it
similar
seminole
cinnamon roll
Smoggie Catt is the best kind of Magic!
It’s full on Spring in Portland, Oregon.
There are layers on layers of green. the flowers are blooming. Pinks and whites, blues, and purples, yellows!
life is a strange thing. it keeps moving on and on. we do our best to pay our rent. we do our jobs, we have fun, we run, we laugh, we fall, and we rise. again and again.
the beauty of it is being concious of the movements. the way a newly worn shoe rubs against an ankle. The way the misty rain sounds on newly blossmed tree leaves. the way the stomach moves in and out as we breathe each breath.
the sky is blank today and that’s okay. the misty rain is nice.
Say hello to someone you don’t know. It’s going to be alright.
blue jays.. snarky, loud, and confident.
i’ve been noticing how blue jays will fly to a bottom branch of a tree and hop up branch to branch until they reach the top.
i saw a hummingbird just now taking out the trash. heard em before i saw him. took a moment to look up and find my breath and then poof they this is, sitting in the top of the tree singing.
if you can’t fix it, listen to jimi hendrix.
listening to 1983 by Jimi Hendrix right now. Well the entire third and final album of his. that’s the current track playing, thanks for the suggestion Aaron.
well the sun is bright today. the air is cool. and i’m beginning to understand this term spring cleaning. the sun shines in for the first time in months and all those dusty corners become oh so apparent. so i’m going to clean a bit so i can art and create after.
Ashley Klump gets home today, also!
So until the next moment, fellow earthlings. be free.
-ABC
spittin whatever is needed to be listened to
it’s a new week. a new monday. the day before my favorite day. tuesday.
sometimes we can do much and sometimes we do little.
dreams at night have been very vivid. i don’t remember after i get up and start moving about.
smoggie catt has been really good about waking me up for the last couple days. she’s a sweetie. i love her.
Ashley and I are going to Sou’Wester this coming weekend. It’ll be a first for me and March 27th marks 2 years since the two of us started dancing together.
I have infinite gratitude and love for Ashley Klump.
well i’m only half a cup of cofffee into this day and got some home chores to do and potatoes to cook.
type more soonly.
-ABC
oh i am fucking sucking on keeping up this .com, yall.
if you’re still checking inn and reading these words, give me a hello in a comment below.
let me know you are here.
i’d like to get rid of my social media and focus all my energies on this thing.
tangent: jazz music in the background.
i found a short essay in a little book form called “walking” by henry david thoreau.
it was a quick read and very relevent to me. i wander a lot and nice to hear the perspective of an american artist in the mid 1800’s on the state of the republic and the need to stay wild and free.
my favorite thing i read was:
“Perchance, when, in the course of ages, American liberty has become a fiction of the past—as it is to some extent a fiction of the preseent—the poets of the world will be inspired by American mythology.”
okay. if i don’t start typing, i will never get it out.
hummingbirds. i see them all the time now. sitting in my sitting room of my house i hear their chirp. i hear their songs.
i grab my coffee or my smoke and head outside. and again there is a hummingbird friend. on a powerline or at the treetop.
i see more hummingbirds sitting still then i do flying about.
hummingbirds have helped me remember to feel joy. a feeling i am not quick to employ.
joy for my home. joy for my state of mind. joy to be part of such a beautiful planet.
joy in looking up and finding comfort in a small bird that has great strength and mystery.
when in doubt i listen to Brian Eno.
musically feeling stagnent as a flie in a spider trap.
i have so much to share and all i can muster is cursive ramblings these days.
the truth is hard to tell and feel okay with it.
the consumer has become more important than the citizen.
compassion has been packaged to make us all stand still.
some are dying to live and others likelly to die.
what else would lure a fox from the forest except song and dance?
i don’t like the distance. i don’t like the lack of facial expressions.
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.
and to the republic and the nonsense inn witch it stands
we know what we know and seek what we do not understand
it’s beyond 33 and into infinity
it’s as simple as obvious and as unknown as the ghosts under our steps
it’s as easy as speaking and as complex as a perfect toast
stand in line to compromise
shout it out or whisper in silence
It is another bright and cool autumn day in Portland, Oregon. Personally still wishing for more rain and less sunrays.
Either way it is beautiful out there.
I woke up and made a scramble of veggies and eggs for breakfast. 2 cups of coffee in the DNA. I began cleaning the creative space. AGAIN. it’s the most challenging space for my self to hohm in on and where i make music and thus needs to be prioritized again and again.
I had to walk away from that task for a bit so I put away some laundry went for a walk.
I feel after 8 years of living in Portland, Oregon that I am beginning to understand the correct layering of clothing as to feel the cold and not be cold.
And now. I am typing out words. About time to walk into the creative space and move things about some more.
Keep your heads up. Keep on looking out. There’s a lot of magic happening in the wild unknown. Make sure you are a part of it.
-ABC
the good
the bad
and the hungry
all want the same thing
dignity, atonomy, and community
i am listening to the local jazz station and there is a beautiful song playing
very soulful
the song had… it just ended… the song had clips of Martin Luther King Jr mixed in and i heard him say something i have never heard before.
the words:
“we in america have a unique opportunity in history to have a blood-less revolution…”
there may have been more. that’s what i took note of.
less voilence and more creative protest are a must
