Disturbed, Highteen Boogie,Jarboe, Hum.
here are a small handful of some of my favorite photos I've taken for Crushermagazine.com. Viva Viva Viva, Life & Limb! I love taking pictures and usually am a writer but plan on doing more live photography in the future.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
seeing things in shifting lights. mirror ball fractal objectivity vs subjectivity.
one minute i am surrounded by art supplies and a decent red wooden floor and stacks of magazines i've contributed to, thinking about a swirl of recent events and trips to washington d.c. to see the younger, go getting law student girl i've been dating and then suddenly i am full of displeasure and lying on a crap mattress with no clean sheet and piles of junk filling the hallways outside my door from incredibly messy roommates.
one minute i am happy i've chosen to follow my dreams and pursue freedom and other moments i feel very far from free and that i've lost a lot, bleary eyed. then i'm helping book a major national act to an obscure punk club. then i am reading and in another dimension or sitting in a fictional meeting in London or shifting in and out of connectivity.
both zen AND in the double edged moment, happy to be alive but brimming with frustration and too often sloughing off layers of broken hearted glass onion bullshit, bogging me down but dear unto itself and sacred different times.
i stay positive and yet get tired, like anyone.
feel like i operate on a different plane than most sometimes, not in an erudite way (in a bad way, atleast) but question the lack of sensitivity in people to question things like association and branding and yet then i am working for crap money (but happily usually out of sight) in the back room of a closeout furniture store (are the brands a little cooler once they have been damaged and become a little "different" again?). Am I reading too much Gibson? I think all this stuff is important.
borrowed laptop freezes up and reboot but happy to have something. muted it works better, oddly (unlike me-depending on who you talk to).
am I bitching about being poor and yet feeling cool to be a sort of expatriate with the flu barricaded in my little room saying f.u. to those who want me to give up and go away? or am I just being helped by others to survive as i remain idealistic about a bound to crash plan?the future is UNWRITTEN! have to believe that.
i don't just seek fame. the journey is important. quality of work is important...though stability is certainly not something to shun because it brings us back to that concept of freedom.
i want to help those i love and be happy myself. meanwhile have a huge fine to pay off and am burdening people (even though was NOT all my fault) and have this odd desire to be anonymous and blend into the background, only to emerge in massive affectation guerrilla consummation with the zeitgeist when i feel sound and charged with vibrational kundalini lazer might.
just want autonomy, really...and the ability to still swim and reach my goals.
flu from march seasonal shifting and probably smoked too much pot (quit hard drugs years ago). coughing and grumpy. feel low grade/high grade. low brow/hig brow. highly functional and motivated but really jaded and pissed at this stage of things and then guilty because I hate entitlement but that debate then reminds me that feel exhausted and I need to get into a peaceful, "allow the moment" head space. exist for existence sake, amidst the parade. so, dysfunctional.
hope i find more income i believe in or can stomach soon.
i know i help a lot of people and don't need to feel so low, but am dead broke and unhappy right now-though as I write that I feel better and have that objectivity and self-awareness back again, looking at myself from above and feeling ok, over all.
...samsara continues! The wheel of time turns! I try and accept you for who you all are. it's your karma...but I want what I want.
grinning and rolling over back to cheap mattress full of half full hearted yoga and flirtatiously agnostic prayers to a nonetheless firmly believed in higher power/universal light.
begging to encounter the luck of he draw and to not be so challenged all the time so I can focus more on getting work done other than karmic struggle. lalalalalalalalala
Monday, March 7, 2011
one of my favorite bands (I mean, they have the coolest freakin' name alone!) is DRUGS OF FAITH. Check out my Metal Riot interview with Richard where we talk about their full length debut CORRODED, plus the Tea Party, the Gifford's Shooting, Cloves, the X-Files and more!
check out my buddy Kyle's RADIO DEVIATION site, where he always plays a great variety of music. this week he was gracious enough to ask me to make a guest appearance selecting tracks by artist's I have had the pleasure of interviewing in the last two years that I have been writing for Crusher Magazine. I met Christine from Crusher at a Cycle Sluts From Hell reunion show in NYC a few years ago via our mutual friend Dava She Wolf and it has been a gas writing for the site ever since. I chose a variety of artists for the stream and you can find my original interviews with these bands at the Crusher site. Looks like I went a little heavy on the NYC noise rock CBGB's alumni ala Jarboe, Prong, (older) White Zombie and some Candiria, but it all rules. Also tossed in some complimentary tracks by Melvins, Moonspell, Cattle Decapitation and more. Check it out! Kyle has some very cool comments incorporated as well as some excerpts from my aticles.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Nepthys inspiring and protecting Pharaohs, nurse of flames, easing us into acceptance of death as part of life's grand process. Falcon wings of protection enfold like a blanket of dreams. Nereid's flitter amongst corral rookeries in lucid gatherings under the watery cradle of life's birth, our ocean mother, twin sister of space, in dialogue with time. Fierce faces with love underneath, Kali to Guadalupe, chthonic yet fertile as well, learn how to tell. Sirens wail but we know they'll fail and that the harpy's claws aren't going to prevent us from golden shores. Know when you are amongst friends. Listen to the rapturous encouragement of Urania as your prayers are answered and you manage to articulate all your pent up thoughts, surrendering to the flow of energy now bound to their host vehicle, small capsules of words that arrive like sailors lashed to a deck in a rollicking storm, suddenly finding themselves cool and collected amidst a calm and welcoming sea. All is not (ever) lost. Listen to me.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
best attended wedding ever. interviewed neurosis.worst break up ever.almost got shot in mississippi. healed a lot of rifts (not all). waffle house jalapenos. became really veggie again (thanks so much jess carraturo/dr. jubb/john fucking joseph/fell in love with kali mysticism (thanks jarboe)/lost my 8 year french pen pal to some band from arkansas (it's all good.xo). started work on pitchfork militia/peter head documentary that someday hopefuly will be finished. realised i have the best, best friends. The John. almost knocked out Stango in front of Sunoco and had crack dealers call the cops...on us. RIP JASON FOSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Must thank Earsplit Pr. Aged well. Just hung w my cousin Nat from London for first time since Divest was in Applehead. Feel truly spiritually blessed and so positive (thanks Stephanie). believe anything is possible. all my friends (real ones) just get smarter and better looking. drove through Texas blasting "Rock N Roll Johnny" by The Compulsions. Invented "Rainbow In The Dark" Drinks w my man Drew the night Dio died. um...ANTIDOTE 8!!!! (We are really good.Deal with it). Did a lot of things I regret as much as the things I am proud of...but am pretty damn glad that I helped get Ross The Boss to play my town on 9/11 with JTB,Shonda, Aggro or Die, Stench, The Standard Assault and all. Dealt with my father's cancer the best I could and tried to give him attention and space. Saw A Life Once Lost finally. made out with a lot of people I don't remember. Lost my almost wife/daughter. Wrote much of the best music of my life. Wasn't a pussy and went by greyhound to Chicago to see HUM reunite on memorial day (hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!). Sabbath Assembly. Had "hex" talk and Red Wine/Hot Chip fun w Elijah.Ate mex food w Jelena. had many margaritas at El Danz. Became Thor "God Of thunder" and was rewarded by banging N.Portman in forthcoming film. Smoked green. Listened to lots of Type O. Played great gigs w Resurrection Sorrow. Interviewed Sean Yseult again. Got Cambria's baby to wave at me for the first time. Had great talk with Neesh at last show. Said Champions a lot. Listened to Ratt w Dave Daw. Realized Arthur C. would still be proud of 2010 even though no Jetsons cars. Went to Andy Animal's Meltdown. So glad I am vegetarian and not completely blind to all that goes on around me. kissed nice dogs. RIP Sparky (that was so sad). Metal, metal, metal. Have more fun than everyone who is too scared to catch up to what I know. Decided to write several books but ended up still reading a lot of other ones (don't worry...it's coming). Drank Joose at Matty Rice's apartment on Morgan Street. Stopped worrying about ex-girlfriends (most of them). So many good albums came out. Bobby Benjamin saw me puke on an eggplant mini-van full of children. Realized I have the best mom. had 1st thanksgiving w my sister Kari and had best time. oh yeah...met Eddie Ojeda and Steve Brown!!!!!!!!! Partied (best yet) w Murphy's Law. Booked the Queers (shhh...not announced yet). started dating my beautiful Emily. Had a great time w Christine Natanael at Mexcico/Harlem and realized we both hate the haters. Om. But Not. Gave peace a chance. King fucking Crimson. The charm of the spanish. saW nice boobs. drank margaritas... new crowbar...I am mellow. Went to Dallas and learned about the band ANONYMOUS from the psych "era"...so good! I love you all/metal/booze/unafraid people/fashion/true love.
A MILLION MILES GONE/ A MILLION MORE TO COME! (to be continued)...