A healthy connection or a clean break

would be ideal.  But you decided to put us on life support.  Arrrg...something tells me I'd be doing much better on my own.  I'll give it just a little more time...

Best Teacher

Friends advice can be great sometimes. Other times, no one knows the situation better than you and other people's narrow view of the situation will only confuse your figuring.  And company can be great when you're bummed out sometimes but other times, you need to be alone to handle yourself.  I seem to do best when I don't get swept away in what other people are exuding.  

"Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong." -Winston Churchill

(What could be) A Simple Goodbye

It's not a question

Of who ruined it

It is an answer:

This shoe doesn't fit

An attempt to explain what made Sublime so great

When I put on Sublime, it's because I want that "Sublime" mood.  It's care-free and entirely compassionate at once.  It has that serious sound of revolution at times and sometimes it was about "being drunk by noon (but that's ok.)"  They blended everything the better parts of California are about tastefully.  

Often, when white artists try to venture into black musical territory they sounded corny or contrived.  When Sublime did it, it felt right.  There could be a line about shooting a gat or a phrase with a Jamaican accent and you wouldn't question it.  This probably has to do with them  growing up in Long Beach, unafraid of cholos, thugs or what have you.  They were just one of the boys.  There was no racial divide.  

And, of course, there is something about Bradley's voice.  So direct and heartfelt. It seems he didn't have to jump to the notes he has singing, but rather they were just there, waiting to be sung.  I love looking at pictures of him singing because sometimes you can see that emotion all over his face and in his body. 

Bud and Eric were an awesome rhythm section that flowed naturally and never sounded boring.

There is music that I never get tired of, but not much.  Sublime is one of the few, along with The Beatles.  

Sublime reminds me of hopping on a skateboard and just going for it.  Going to a party and having a hell of a good time.  Letting my heart run free without being afraid of where it may go.  

All day

I've been smiling really big like one of those really dark happy African guys. Don't know why. Guess I don't need a reason

I would love to

Eat some fungus in Golden Gate Park. You know, get reaquainted with the essence. I'm feeling too goddamn TAME...

To Our Wandering Spirits:

Wishing I

Could expedite my exhibitions

Missing my

Trip across this wish list

Eating from

The Withered hand that feeds

Depleting some

To fulfill basic needs

Dreams bring

A definition to color

Seems things

In distance bring allure

But I am

Grateful for my 

Someday

"One day"s can be a

"Today"

Heart & Mind Walk Together (But Don't Hold Hands)

I think I know just about who I am this time around

And that there's something I'll have

That'll keep me happy

Even alone

So why do I not breathe

When I'm not with this one

Goes against my way

But I'm afraid it's most true

Regression, Progression

I can't tell

But I can allow myself

to get carried around

in something I don't understand

I'll stand under

it's shade for now

The best gift I can receive on my birthday:

A reminder that the years are flying...

The Dawn!

I'm going to try to explain the significance...the huge significance...of how I feel tonight.  Laying with my love, watching the best party Chicago has ever seen.  Seeing all of these hopeful people finally feeling redemption.  I feel like I don't have to give up on a future, that the world may not be doomed after all.  With this beautiful woman who is crazy about me and with this beautiful event, I am feeling like a man.  A provider.  One with pride.  Not some animal forced into hedonism by a hopeless world.  I'm dusting off the dreams of my future.  I'm awake.  And I got mad love to give...

<3

"Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul
Push shoved the came without the glove numbed the pain
The magic from up above what it does for the brain
Make the love, paint the picture, write the song
Make the love, paint the picture, write the song
Til the break of dawn"
-Atmosphere

Everything is happening so quickly. Dunno whether to speed up or slow down. I do know...that I'm enjoying the ride....

Dionysus on the Runway (Palo Alto bars)

Tacking up their smiles in hopes of a mail-in rebate.  Painting themselves and dangling themselves in front of the liars, swinging back and forth.  Doubts whitewashed with a nod to the beat.  That never-ending song.  It's not everything else, it's you, dear lonely, lost dancer.  In your head, it's you.  Drink Sprite, Play Again.  "Leave now," it said, "and don't come back unless you have less of your self."

I was scared by watching this group of girls do nothing but take pictures of themselves all night.

"It ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

That come knocking and tapping in Christmas wrapping

Saying ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow

Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry

When you can't even sense if they got any insides." 

-Bob Dylan