primetime

I'll be recording the audio version of the "failgivers, volume one" book this week....my best friend, and only true partner in musical crime, brian izzi, will be providing background music and noise on selected parts.
I'll have more info soon, but i'll be handwriting 100 copies of the book in a hardcover version....they'll have hand painted covers.
yeah, really....handwritten. Not that i think this will be anyone's favorite book ever, but i thought of how intimate and rare it would be to have the opportunity to own a piece of written work that has been literally transformed into a piece of art.
maybe 2 people will buy it...maybe all 100 will sell...i'm not too concerned....it's more something i'm doing for myself.

volume one was started in march of 2006, and was finished in august.
So, to keep the timeline patterned, i'll begin volume two in march of 2007.

weakened warriors

in two weeks and 3 days, i'm packing shop and heading west ....my horse will be a toyota camry....to be 29 and be able to fit almost all of my worldy possessions in one half of this car makes me feel pretty great.

i've downsized more in the last 2 months than i ever figured i would have to again.....but, it just kept going, and i kept realizing i needed less and less shit.

from a year ago at this point, i have half the records, half the cd's, and probably about a tenth of the dvd's that i had. i now have a bunch of books and a shitload of canvas with paint all over it.

today i downsize some more, getting rid of unneeded record cubes and shelves, and tomorrow ii'll be storing my paintings for the next 2 months while i settle into the new surroundings.

the walls are bare.
the air is cold.
and the music is playing loud.

while all of this moving is going on, i'm booking a tour, and trying to make things happen that should be happening.
i've said it before, but i'll say here again....i plan on living my thirties like i should have lived my twenties, which is acting like a stupid fucking teenager.
some of us are born to fuck things up...it's what we're good at.
some of us are born to spread the gospel of distortion.
all hail feedback.


some recommended veiwing/listening/reading that has taken me hostage in the last few days:
author michel faber

the only show that matters


fin.
rjm

first words, last laughs

while writing this, the first post i'm making, i was interrupted by the blinding glare of the sun coming out from behind an enormous grey cloud.
and there, for the first time, i actually witnessed a silver lining.
bizarre.

as time goes on, this blog will be used for random rants, updates on publications, and to showcase certain works of art of mine that i feel like sharing.

sentences will not be sentences, almost everything will not be capitalized, and it will be done just like how i think...which means very scattered, very untraditional, and...very bipolar.