Category: journal

18 Aug

I’m gonna die if I don’t get an Access Virus Ti Snow

Of course I’m not really going to die if I don’t get one of these sexy, table top, light weight, amazing sounding synthesizers… I’ll live. But Oooh I have this feeling inside of me that I just can’t make a single scrap of progress on my new album(s) until I get one. It’s not uncommon, [...]
15 Aug

… don’t forget

in the endless stream of thoughts, like little flecks of light dancing in the corner of my eye, feelings come… they rise, and subside… Every single bit of my heart is alive and awake in a dance. I never worry about how delicate I am, how easy it is to break the tender surface of [...]
14 Aug

Life is so precious

I was roaring up Cesar Chavez (what I still call Army Street) in San Francisco. Out ahead of the heavy, and just off the freeway traffic when my vespa began to shimmy a little beneath me. It felt like a sexy little adjustment at first, as if a passenger were shifting their weight. I was [...]
12 Aug

Control Issues

I wrote a little something about this at the end of my sign off for sunday soul last week, but it seems that my Vestax DJ control surface has expired. It began to go funky in Halifax, and at last died completely just after Sunday Soul: Do you know how beautiful you are? began. Seems [...]
09 Aug

Like the ashes in the glasses on the floor after a long night of thinking…

I feel the blood seeping out from the cracks of my heart… in a perverse way it feels warm as it spreads over my t-shirt, soaking my sweater, and dripping from the hem to the floor. I don’t know why there’s no sun in the sky, but I keep coming back for more. More. More. [...]
09 Aug

Hang me up!

Guess who’s now officially a member of Gallery C? I’m on display, and available for sale as of today. How brilliant! How wonderful. Yaaaya!
06 Aug

Nothing like a vibrating respitory structure…

I snore. Fuck. I fucking snore. I’ve always known that I grind my teeth, and that I can be a little bit of a “grope whatever’s next to me from deep sleep” casualty, and that’s all bad enough… but I fucking snore. Shit. So what I want to know is what can I do about [...]
04 Aug

Travelogue: Halifax - Fin

We were out on the sidewalk talking about serious things. I made a few dear and unforgettable friends on this trip. I looked each one of them in the eye and offered my friendship to each one of them. I don’t want Nick, Sarah, or Amanda to fade into people I had a moment with [...]