The tiniest world, shut away in a box, in a drawer.
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There were bad dreams. Waking up, I’d have a glass of water, then go back to bed. It would happen a few more times, and then I’d finally just wake up in the morning, get dressed and head to work, sitting at my desk with a calm, blank expression on my face as I typed.
Hello everyone. So I’ve been on tour for a bit and in the city of San Francisco our van was broken into and robbed. The wily culprits made off with all of my camera equipment, including the camera itself, four lenses and all the film I had left with me. I’ve been wiped out completely. It’s been fairly devastating to me as an artist and the past few days have been kind of up in the air for me because this camera is how I get around, it’s what I do, it’s who I am. A dear friend and frequent collaborator of mine has started an online fundraiser to try to replace enough of this stolen equipment so that I can have a camera again. If anyone wants to click on this and consider it, I will greatly appreciate your time and eyes and by the end of summer I hope to be sending out prints to everyone who feels like participating. Thank you.
All day, sounds from the landing were drifting down over us in misty clouds of broken conversation and the howling of pained animals. We sat on the curb outside the veterinary hospital and watched the steady traffic in and out of the convenience store across the street, wondering if we could get away with lifting a few six-packs of beer from the coolers and make a run for it. Half the morning we sat there on the curb as people arrived with sick and fucked up pets, some of the people looking very pained themselves, and worried. I only cared about what we would be like at the end of the day; scared and sitting in holding cells, or would we become minor successes, transformed into a set of confident secret angels? I kicked at some gravel and pictured getting away with it; some fantasy lands could be almost as good as the real thing, but we sat there and discussed it over and over again, not content to let the matter rest until we were sure.
Fall to my knees.
Bring somebody home in horror.
“Done,” says the witch, granting wishes.
I didn’t think you would do this twice in a such a short span of time.
Dear everybody. For the next two weeks I will be out on the road shooting photographs on tour with a band called Broncho, and another band called The Shrine. It should be a priceless time? Both of my books will be available at the merchandise table at the shows. If you feel like coming by to say hello or buy a book I will be in these cities at these times…
May 22 - Denver, CO @ Hi Dive
May 23 - Salt Lake City, UT @ Urban Lounge
May 24 - Boise, ID @ Neurolux
May 25 - Waitsburg, WA @ Anchor Bar
May 26 - Seattle, WA @ Sunset Tavern
May 27 - Portland, OR @ Holocene
May 29 - San Francisco, CA @ Rickshaw Stop
May 30 - Fullerton, CA @ Slidebar
May 31 - Los Angeles, CA @ Bootleg Theatre
June 1 - San Diego, CA @ Soda Bar
June 2 - Tempe, AZ @ Yucca Room
June 3 – Albuquerque, NM @ TBA
Your friend,