Feeling It

I'm back from Mexico and starting to feel human again. Vacationing is hard work. All that swimming, eating, reading and boat trips. It was a great time and my friends Dave and Dee Dee are now happily married. The ceremony was wonderful and just as it started two birds with yellow under their wings did this cartoon-like dive bomb and crossed paths on the way back up. Had they had ribbons in their mouths, I would have packed it in right there.

Also on the Loony Tunes front, the Banda marching band that played (Los Cobritas) ended with a refried version of the song that ends their cartoons. By that time, everyone had been dancing for so long and was so frenzied that we basically just started jumping up and down. If you want fun and dancing at your wedding, hire Los Cobritas.

The Cobras were in town for the Virgin of Guadalupe festival, which I had the honor to join in a few times. It goes for 13 days and consists of almost endless processions through the town (starting from all different neighborhoods) to the church. The band and large airborne explosives are the focal point (besides the virgin, of course). Even though they started outside my window (and the windows have no glass in Yelapa) at 4:30 am most nights, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I want a marching band in my neighborhood for a couple weeks a year.

On a sadder note, my good friend Pierce, a great painter, passed away yesterday. God speed Pierce. Pierce was the first person I ever saw make the jump and make it. Sure, he was always still worried about what his sales would be like at his next show, or what would happen if he changed up his style, but he was painting, doing what he wanted, and living the life. Had a nice house and a car, too. Good work Pierce, you did it.

Pierce was the one adult who would pull you aside at a boring party and go outside to talk about books with no words, creating new languages, and similarly good stuff. He also went outside to smoke, but he was interested in the good stuff of life and not afraid to get down to business--life, art, screwing, love, the beauty of tulips in the Skagit Valley, etc.

Thanks Pierce.

On the home front, I'm still in Seattle. I've almost got my studio together and am ready to bust. I'm looking forward to having a few days (and the room) to put everything together and power up. The good lord has provided once again. Thank you Jah. I thought about naming my studio Trans Am (what my mom thought the recording console was called, but I'm more done with the 80s (and the 90s and early 00s for that matter) to do that to ya. Maybe the White Ark? I'll sleep/pray on it and see what pops up. I really never believed that I could get it this fast. Just goes to show you that you don't have to believe--just do the work and be willing to die (literally, financially, emotionallly, personally, whatever) for what you want.

Then you get to do it.

Juice, who I talked about a few ago (CARE Muffler) has the songs I mentioned up on his web site: www.theconglom.com. They're dope. Chi-Tizzle.