Monday, February 14, 2011

Free Consuling

I have a session with my therapist today

(found at the McDonalds on Alameda and 7th, Los Angeles)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sedona Brand Catnip

People always find it odd when I tell them how I grew up on a cat nip farm in Arizona. I tell them that a cat nip farm is really no different than any other working farm, no different than a dairy farm nor a cattle ranch. No different than a farm that grows apples in orchards nor oranges in groves. It’s just that our farm specialized in a peculiar crop - cat nip.

Of course, cat nip isn’t peculiar to my family. The Gimbels have been slangin’ nip in the desert for four generations and other than a few acres of Dogwood my father planted in the North 40 many years ago, that’s all we grow.

The subsequent line of questioning is usually pointed at the pets we reared.

“Was it a household full of cats?”

The answer to that would be 'no'. My father was a 'dog' man through and through. Big dogs in fact; Alaskan malamutes. The Sonoran Desert is an odd backdrop for an Alaskan malamute. One wouldn’t expect to see such a canine. Large and majestic with bushy, white and black two-toned fur; all the defining characteristics of a great wolf there among the saguaros and sage brush. One of our malamutes, named Caleb, once killed a neighbor’s pit bull when the dog jumped our fence and threatened several of the area children that my mom babysat back then to make ends meet. Caleb grabbed the terrier by the back of the neck and shook the dog ‘til it went limp and its body flailed with the trajectory of the attack.

That, however, is a different story altogether.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

"Come now, let us reason together"

Remember when we found these? We were Downtown where we shouldn't have been and the bus let us out to an empty lot. "Look", I said. God wrote to us in a child's hand, kindergarten paper taped to a kiosk.

He even drew a picture of a monster to capture our attention. The Lord urged us, the "People of California" toward him.

we turned away.

"You should take that", you said.

I ran back.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

I look like Bob Marley

The year was 2009, I think. I worked as a backstock boy and lived with a terrible woman in Silverlake. When we would meet girls I was embarrassed to admit that I'd been reduced to lowly backstock attendant at a fashion retailer in Beverly Hills so Tommy would fudge the truth for me and say that I "worked in allocation management for the Louis Vuitton Moet Hennessy company" I was a sad man with a fancy coat.

This dude would post variations of this flier everywhere. Some of them said things like "I want a white woman to give me money" or "I like big white or Mexican woman at least 62 inches" I feel like one of the postings boasted that his father was the first Jamaican on American T.V. but I can't quite remember the particularities. I wish I had kept more of them. He/they did/do make me happy.

An Ode To The Transit Rider

In 2 parts____

part 1. You move your lips when you read on the train

I've had you pegged from jump street

part 2. tough, tough lesbian on the bus you wear an eyebrow ring ring even

as your hair turns grey you were born during the war

"If I had a stroke would you take care of me" "fuck you, you wouldn't clean my drool"

you hang up your phone

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Stay Punk

For anyone questioning my Punk Rock pedigree, I'd like to submit the following photographic evidence

1986, age 7

1992, age 13

1994, age 15

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

NO AGE, Feel Free, Monster Pussy, Emo Wars @ Big House/Flagstaff

drove up to Flagstaff with the big homie Emmett last weekend for the rare opportunity to catch my old LA buds turn Sub Pop superstars, NO AGE play a house show. Big House was the place/NO AGE, Feel Free, Monster Pussy, Emo Wars were the bands/off-the-rocker was the vibe. Only bummer was that Rene Hell was there, I was like "whaaa!" then I found out he wasn't playing and I was like "whaaa?"

I'm aware these photos are terrible. For one, I'm an awful photographer but also the show was so much fun I really couldn't bother myself with picture taking. Ansel Adams of house shows I am not.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Consuming Culture

It's funny, I feel like the people I hang out with and I fancy ourselves above the consumer culture that defines the modern American Age. The truth is people like us, whatever "like us" means,and probably you (if you've stumbled across this blog) actually consume everything...collect everything. We collect records and clothes and comic books and nick nacks. We buy shit all the time, and you know...I'm OK with it.

Here's some of the cool shit I consumed, this week alone.

*disclaimer-I know these photos suck. I have this camera and I have no idea how to operate it properly. If you'd like to help me out with tips or pointers please email me at

1974 New Mexico State University Swastika Yearbook
I like to buy collegiate yearbooks that I find at thrift stores. This one is special because I can identify it's owner, it utilizes several cool paper qualities and for some insane reason the fine students of NMSU decided to name their publication The Swastika!!

Fanjana-A Collection of Recordings and Photography from Madagasikara
Another awesome release from Portland's Mississippi Records. This brand of music has rarely or never been recorded before and it comes with a sweet full-size booklet of photos. You can buy it here

The Teeets-More Bangs!
A solid cassette release from Tempe's The Teeets. They Shred YOBS and remind us that it's "not Phoenix's fault that you're hot"

Galena-Grave News For You..
Weird tape loop/sampler/drum machine stuff from Bay Area tape label Sanity Muffin. Cop it here

I finally got to see Emowars in their hometown of Flagstaff, AZ last weekend. Their sound will bring you back then thrust you forward

Monster Pussy-24 Hour Party Pussies
Monster Pussy is a Tucson band named after, I assume, the famous Vaselines song. I'm in love with these guys and the 7" cover was designed by AZ fixture, and my good friend, Bobby carlson

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Sunny Sealeopard and Walk-About Junction

One of the friends I've made since been in the desert is named Sunny Sealeopard. She is a very humany woman with a very animally name. She is an OG member of Y.O.B.S. which is a bicycle co-op and a D.I.Y. show space in these neck of the woods. There's really no woods, that's just an expression. Anyways, Sealeopard is also in a band called The Teeets. She's an all-around great gal and some these photos are from her art show last weekend, some are from Y.O.B.S. and some are just of things a came up on while on walk-about.