I want to buy a place in the south of france...Cote d'Azur...but the internet isn't helping. If you're a Euro minded person, help a brotha out and give me some good links...oh and about half-a million dollars...heheheh..
but I was thinking along those lines, one of my dreams is to get a whole bunch of artists and musicians and whatevers together and time-share a place there. just have it going year-round. sublet your shit apartment here and come stay w/me for a month!!!
i get stuck, probably like everyone else, in these moments of being overwhelmed by the tasks at hand...inertia. the whole change begins at home thing metamorphosized into making a revolution for yourself before you can start the revolution out there. for me that would be something like going through with this artists' salon in paradise. basiacally a good reason to fuck off at the beach and not be around "Americans" and make something out of it. drink espresso and go nuts, chill out, write and be happy. viva la revolution.
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adendum:
Rocket from the Tombs: like Natural History Museum fused w/punk rock psychedelic fire!!! A weirdness escapade. Started ok and weird and became transcendent. More great "geezers" rocking w/added Richard LLoyd from Television on guitar. RELICS!!! Great time, sounded fucked and primal and great courtesy of the coolest soundman in Cleveland who was around the first time I went to Cleveland and I was still telling people I ACTUALLY knew what I was doing. He made it fucked and great. Not cheesed out like most veijos are prone to do when Guitar Center and Universal are paying the tab.
Blue Room to encounter a psycho who was the first person I kissed post-girlfriend and after a PON show (groupie! psycho!!!). Then to Pharmacy to start unfounded rumours. Sad the my SG-hex remains as I was going to meet up Siv and it didn't work out. I'm not phased, though. Honestly this would be your more humdrum nights. Certainly the night the Buzzcocks played was pure transcendence. Fuck yeah!!!
you and the sugar...wish I was on that trip. you slay me.
but I was thinking along those lines, one of my dreams is to get a whole bunch of artists and musicians and whatevers together and time-share a place there. just have it going year-round. sublet your shit apartment here and come stay w/me for a month!!!
i get stuck, probably like everyone else, in these moments of being overwhelmed by the tasks at hand...inertia. the whole change begins at home thing metamorphosized into making a revolution for yourself before you can start the revolution out there. for me that would be something like going through with this artists' salon in paradise. basiacally a good reason to fuck off at the beach and not be around "Americans" and make something out of it. drink espresso and go nuts, chill out, write and be happy. viva la revolution.
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adendum:
Rocket from the Tombs: like Natural History Museum fused w/punk rock psychedelic fire!!! A weirdness escapade. Started ok and weird and became transcendent. More great "geezers" rocking w/added Richard LLoyd from Television on guitar. RELICS!!! Great time, sounded fucked and primal and great courtesy of the coolest soundman in Cleveland who was around the first time I went to Cleveland and I was still telling people I ACTUALLY knew what I was doing. He made it fucked and great. Not cheesed out like most veijos are prone to do when Guitar Center and Universal are paying the tab.
Blue Room to encounter a psycho who was the first person I kissed post-girlfriend and after a PON show (groupie! psycho!!!). Then to Pharmacy to start unfounded rumours. Sad the my SG-hex remains as I was going to meet up Siv and it didn't work out. I'm not phased, though. Honestly this would be your more humdrum nights. Certainly the night the Buzzcocks played was pure transcendence. Fuck yeah!!!
you and the sugar...wish I was on that trip. you slay me.
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We used Brian Paulson in Richmond VA at Sound Of Music studios.
So soon. bloom was reaally well received at the SG show in Fl. now we will see what the rest of the nation thinks.
I'm hurtin..sux, sux, sux.
slept most of the day, then it was a looong drive home.
came home to mayhem..and a dog that needed to be walked, and a party..
going to go charge my phone and find something to eat.
more later..
viva la revolution!
ow..