may 22-may 26, 5 days that shook my world. 1st, on the 22nd(in 1914) sun ra arrived on this planet from saturn via birmingham, alabama. he went on to create one of the more expansive(artistically and quantitatively) libraries in the annals of music, a body of work that weasled its way into my soul and stayed there. the world has looked like a very different place ever since. on may 24(1941) bob dylan came howling out of the ether and landed in hibbing, minnesota via duluth. eventually he made his way to new york city and made AT LEAST 5 records(freewheelin’, bringing it all back home, highway 61 revisited, blonde on blonde, desire, and blood on the tracks) that kind of blew open(wide) any doors that might have otherwise been closed in the “field” of rock and roll music. on may 26(1969) it was my turn, and i entered through a portal in the pomona valley hospital in southern california’s infamous “inland empire” and spent most of my youth waiting to get away from the horridness of life in “the O.C.”, orange county california. i haven’t really done a whole lot to catapult myself into the realms of my 2 gemini masters but i CAN say that without me there would nobody to tell this story, so OK.
although to call this a story might be jumping the gun, at least if you take “story” to mean some sort of purposeful creation of a comprehensible narrative. i mean you just never know what’s going to happen when you start writing, and if you end up typing up a shopping list or directions to a few rainy-day garage sales then “story” is definitely the wrong word to use. then again you might just offhandedly dash off a piece of fiction(or non for that matter) that somehow crystallizes all of the nebulous and/or confused data that’s hovering right in front of everyone and in doing so goes some way toward helping to elucidate the dilemmas faced by modern humans(and non for that matter) and maybe even proposes some non-worthless solutions to the problems presented by our crumbling, desperate planet. i would like to stress the word “might”.
this morning i’m sitting in an apartment that has been vacated of 2 of its 4 constituent parts, at least for the next 2 weeks. this is because wookers and len-len were presented w/the outlandish opportunity to enjoy an almost entirely paid for trip to france, a week in the south and a week in paris. the plane tickets were bought for them(and wookie’s mom and brother too) by an aunt of apparently some not-insubstantial means, and the lodging in the south of france is also covered. meaning they get a 2 week trip to france for the cost a few baguettes and 5 nights board. this is kind of what i would call a “once-in-a-lifetime” type opportunity and as a result i’m sitting here with guzzy while the 2 other tenants are most likely still hovering somewhere over europe(they flew from portland to amsterdam and got a connecting flight from there and although it’s been 18 hours already that is a long fucking trek). after spending most of my adult life(and i’ll be 46 here in a couple of days) as a live-alone bachelor/hermit i today find myself in a (usually)full house and this is my 1st substantial stretch of solitude in 6 months. it’s been less than a day but so far it doesn’t feel too unfamiliar, i think my muscle memory is kicking in and loneliness is thus far in check. the weird thing is that after 6 solid months of thinking in terms of “us” instead of “me” there IS some befuddlement regarding what the fuck to DO with all of this time. usually the day is broken up according to len’s school and wookie’s work and my shopping and cleaning and all that stuff while trying to get art together for either a show or my own basic sanity and there just isn’t a whole lot of time to wallow in my “infamous” indecisiveness, generally speaking. there are simply fewer options, and often only ONE option. and when there’s only one option, it’s not exactly an “option” per se, is it? i didn’t think so. anyways here’s a new piece of art:
those seams aren’t as obvious in the real world but you get the picture.
TODAY’S SCHEDULE: 5-7 AM, art and coffee; 7-9, trying to write a “story”; 9-10, don’t know. probably art. 10-?, there’s 2 yard sales to go to and also i have to go to the stereo store on 102nd ave because i broke the fucking needle on my turntable like a jackass and now i have to shell out $20-30 on a replacement. from noon on my schedule really starts to fall apart with the only sure thing being that i will most certainly be watching game 3 of the warriors-rockets series(go warriors!) via some shitty livestream online because we don’t have cable. that game starts at 6 and by the end i’ll probably be ready to read or something. being alone ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, and it’s not cracked up to be much.
infinity trigger art 