tuesday vibe

i know you're not supposed to ride a bike with headphones on, that it's very dangerous. but i used to do it everyday when i lived in west oakland and those late night/early morning bike rides to and from a friend's house, work, the bar, the studio, the bart is what kept me sane through some weird times. every now and then i stumble upon a song that would get heavy rotation on those rides and i can almost smell the emeryville again.



music is amazing. and is a magic thing! transportational even.

and you know what:  they still got it, man.



i find this inspirational and exciting. a year or so ago i saw these guys play at my local record store, luna, and it was amazing. i wasn't familiar with any of their stuff anymore but it transcended. i like seeing bands like that. fresh. i saw them back in 97 too at a little coffee shop not to far away from i used to buy dog food. do you ever wish you left permanent identifiable footprints everywhere you ever went so you could see if you're standing in the exact same spot again? but this time you wear some vans instead of reeboks or a some sandals.

minor mind fugue

a pen pal sent me this unknowingly and it has effected me unknowingly


i think about myself sitting in a chair i don't have yet looking out into the trees as i smoke a pipe. i think about someday smoking a pipe but i don't really want to someday smoke a pipe. what a stupid thing to die from. i could instead chew on a stick or a twizzler.

calling all witches

wednesday

-i recently (yesterday) did a drawing for an op-ed in the new york times. when you do these kind of things it's real deadline-y, like sketches by 2, final by 5 now go do it! but this article was great and the editor was helpful and proactive and it was just a nice experience. i mean, it was very stressful but now that it's done i can say it was and is nice to be a part of such a timeless institution. i am happy for the next 10 minutes at least!

-music is a daily part of my life since forever but there are some days, weeks months when i don't want to listen but  i want the atmosphere and environment that sound and music provide. this is what eno meant by ambient music i guess. sp lately i don't want to hear words or too many chords. well, maybe some but just not too many. so i've been enjoying having some things wash over me without me knowing until later. like this weird dead rehearsal from the 80s with a drum machine: 

and this bonnie prince billy and bitchin bajas record which i listen/don't listen to bith while i'm working at home and when i go for my nightly constitutional:

and it seems like many others like this:

quick note: i have discovered in the past years a deep love for the sound of a clarinet. if you can play clarinet you should. 

-i don't know what else? there are many irons in the fire and i am attempting to be grateful and present! there are so many things i'd like to do and it is a constant balance of capitalizing on the energy when it appears, waiting for a proper headspace and making that money. what a life! 

shre sled series

this happened!
and it is a real thing floating around the internet and in real life.
it's been a longtime goal of mine to do skateboard graphics and it's a wonderful feeling to check this off the list. now to do 100 more!
i can't thank my friends at element enough. it's been a great experience and everyone has been respectful, enthusiastic and receptive to everything.
peace

moire notes

-i don't know man, i've been doing drawings and making breakfasts and drinking coffee and trying to sleep better.i find i want to listen to music less and less. or at least the music i used to listen to. i don't want to hear voices or individuals some days, just waves or the sound of many people being folded into one hum. like the above

-i'm adding some things to the store tomorrow.

-i'm reading a really good book about leonard cohen and i am really digging his kind of goofy 80s era with the drum machines in a comforting familiar way. disregard earlier statement about voices and individuals

-greek mythology? pots?

-these ideas for a wall that did not get used: