Tuesday, January 29, 2008

everybody nose...

n*e*r*d will soon be back. new album, n*3*r*d, apparently in the works. on tour with kanye this summer. new song, "everybody nose," here. all the girls standing in line for the bathroom...

my dead dog dream...

(painting from here.)

what a fucked up dream this was to wake up to today...

i'm at a bar i used to work at for an art show/party. i'm there to bar tend as well as do a series of paintings on the wall throughout the night. we cover sections of the wall in tinfoil which i'm going to paint on. next thing, the place is full, and i'm drawing what seems like a neverending series of dogs mouths, coming out of other dogs mouths. there is some kind of disturbance that i can't remember right now. i'm in the back room. people are sitting around on couches, smoking. a half a dozen people or so. next thing i'm looking at some piece of paper, talking to somebody about how this is my last bar shift, as i've gotten a job at the zoo. they said "what do you do there?" and i say "i'm the animal calmer downer and the animal energizerer..." (or something like that.) i'm talking about how i can talk to animals and understand what they're going through and talk to them to chill them out if they're freaking out, or pick them up if they're feeling down. i'm then talking to three east indian people, two brothers and a sister, who are vets. there is something in the discussion about how i am not a vet and i'm filling out this form and i don't know any of the answers or have any proper medical/vet training and maybe i'm not qualified for this job after all. then i'm outside, with two other people. a man and a woman. (i can't remember now who they are.) we watch a rabbit run by. we're sitting on a bank, in the woods, along a river trail. then a bear comes running out of a hole in the ground to give chase to the rabbit. it's like we're studying the behaviour of the animals or something. the animals take off, and then they're back, and we watch the bear and the rabbit in an out of the bushes in front of us. the bear catches the rabbit, the rabbit gets away again. it goes on and on. finally the rabbit escapes. the bear is standing there, looking at us. the three of us sit there, the man on my left, the woman on my right, the bear approaching from the left. i tell them to be quiet. the bear is looking dead into my eyes. i can tell it is coming to me. i close my eyes. i can feel it, inches away from me. i put my right hand over the left side of my neck to cover it. the bear grabs over my arm with it's mouth. i can feel it's mouth and warm body and warmth and large size. my eyes are closed. i think i might die. i hear my friend on the left say "on the count of three, i want you to scream as loud as you can." i hear him count. one. two. three. i feel a sudden pull as the bear and i are being dragged. i start screaming. next thing we're inside the bar again. they pull the bear off me. i pick up a bar stool and begin beating the bear with it. i'm inside the bar, just a few people are there. the bear is trying to get away. i pick up a knife. the bear is in a long room towards an exit door. i grab the bear by the back of its neck, drag it back into the main bar room. i know i have to kill it. i am going to slash it's throat. it is now a dog. i want to do this as humanely as possible. one cut. right across. through the jugular. it takes me a few tries. three, i think. i finally make that slice. i feel bad for the dog eadch time i try, i know i am inflicting pain on it. (even now, remembering the dream, i can feel the texture of it's throat, the pulling of the knife, hear the sound of the tearing. it gives me the shivers just thinking about it.) i drop the dog to the ground, it rolls over, facing up. it's eyes are darting around as it bleeds. it is now a woman i know, named *****. she is laying there, bleeding to death, eyes darting around in her last moment as she can't say a word. she doesn't look at me. she just looks at death. she is wearing a ski outfit, as if she just came in from skiing. i stand there and think about the moment that she is experiencing, watching her eyes, what it is like to be there, to know, that this is your end, and not be able to do anything about it. to know all of that. to know what must be everything and nothing all at once. your whole life reduced to an instant that may or may not feel like a lifetime in itself. i wake up...

this is one of the strangest dreams i've had in a long time. i emailed the woman i know, the one in my dream, to see that all is okay with her. she emailed back, and said life is good. thank god. i did not tell her the details of my dream. i just asked her to be careful for a little while. and to keep an eye on dogs and bears, if they should enter her life. what a horrible dream. what a terrible feeling...


it never ceases to amaze me - the cool-ass ideas that people come up with on the internet. remember that mac screens thing i posted about a while back? well, check this out, sleeveface, fucking cool shit...

(shout out to my buddy vangel for the link.)

Sunday, January 13, 2008


read what is below. it just might save your life. i've posted this before, but i needed to read it again right now more than ever. so i thought i'd share. i got it from here...

1. W H A T I D O

I get up, take a shower, have breakfast. I read the paper, brush my teeth. If I have phone calls to make, I make them. I've got my coffee now. I put on my lucky work boots and stitch up the lucky laces that my niece Meredith gave me. I head back to my office, crank up the computer. My lucky hooded sweatshirt is draped over the chair, with the lucky charm I got from a gypsy in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer for only eight bucks in francs, and my lucky LARGO name tag that came from a dream I once had. I put it on. On my thesaurus is my lucky cannon that my friend Bob Versandi gave me from Morro Castle, Cuba. I point it toward my chair, so it can fire inspiration into me. I say my prayer, which is the Invocation of the Muse from Homer's Odyssey, translation by T.E. Lawrence, Lawrence of Arabia, that my dear mate Paul Rink gave me and which sits near my shelf with the cuff links that belonged to my father and my lucky acorn from the battlefield at Thermopylae. It's about ten-thirty now. I sit down and plunge in. When I start making typos, I know I'm getting tired. That's four hours or so. I've hit the point of diminishing returns. I wrap for the day. Copy whatever I've done to disk and stash the disk in the glove compartment of my truck in case there's a fire and I have to run for it. I power down. It's three, three-thirty. The office is closed. How many pages have I produced? I don't care. Are they any good? I don't even think about it. All that matters is I've put in my time and hit it with all I've got. All that counts is that, for this day, for this session, I have overcome Resistance.

2. W H A T I K N O W

There's a secret that real writers know that wannabe writers don't and the secret is this: it's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write.

What keeps us from sitting down is Resistance.

3. T H E U N L I V E D L I F E

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

Have you ever brought home a treadmill and let it gather dust in the attic? Ever resolved on a diet, a course of yoga, a meditation practice? Have you ever felt a call to embark upon a spiritual practice, dedicate yourself to a humanitarian calling, commit your life to the service of others? Have you ever wanted to be a mother, a doctor, an advocate for the weak and helpless; to run for office, crusade for the planet, campaign for world peace or to preserve the environment? Late at night have you experienced a vision of the person you might become, the work you could accomplish, the realized being you were meant to be? Are you a writer who doesn't write, a painter who doesn't paint, an entrepreneur who never starts a venture? Then you know what Resistance is.

One night I was layin' down,
I heard Papa talkin' to Mama.
I heard Papa say, to let that boy
boogie-woogie. 'Cause it's in him
and it's got to come out.
--John Lee Hooker,
Boogie Chillen'

Resistance is the most toxic force on the planet. It is the root of more unhappiness than poverty, disease and erectile dysfunction. To yield to Resistance deforms our spirit. It stunts us and makes us less than we are and were born to be. If you believe in God (and I do) you must declare Resistance evil, for it prevents us from achieving the life God intended when He endowed each of us with our own unique genius. Genius is a Latin word; the Romans used it to denote an inner spirit, holy and inviolable, which watches over us, guiding us to our calling.. A writer writes with his genius; an artist paints with hers; everyone who creates operates from this sacramental center. It is our soul's seat, the vessel that holds our being-in-potential, our star's beacon and Polaris.

Every sun casts a shadow, and genius' shadow is Resistance. As powerful as is our soul's call to realization, so potent are the forces of Resistance arrayed against it. Resistance is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, harder to kick than crack cocaine. We're not alone if we've been mown down by Resistance; millions of good men and women have bitten the dust before us. And here's the biggest bitch: we don't even know what hit us. I never did. From age twenty-four to thirty-two, Resistance kicked my ass from East Coast to West and back again thirteen times and I never even knew it existed. I looked everywhere for the enemy and failed to see it right in front of my face.

Have you heard this story: woman learns she has cancer, six months to live. Within days she quits her job, resumes the dream of writing Tex-Mex songs she gave up to raise a family (or starts studying Classical Greek, or moves to the inner city and devotes herself to tending babies with AIDS.) Woman's friends think she's crazy; she herself has never been happier. There's a postscript. Woman's cancer goes into remission.

Is that what it takes? Do we have to stare death in the face to make us stand up and confront Resistance? Does Resistance have to cripple and disfigure our lives before we awake to its existence? How many of us have become drunks and drug addicts, developed tumors and neuroses, succumbed to painkillers, gossip and compulsive cell-phone use, simply because we don't do that thing that our hearts, our inner genius, is telling us to? Resistance defeats us. If tomorrow morning by some stroke of magic every dazed and benighted soul woke up with the power to take the first step toward pursuing his or her dreams, overnight every shrink in the directory would be out of business. Prisons would stand empty. The alcohol and tobacco industries would collapse, along with the junk food, cosmetic surgery, and infotainment businesses, not to mention pharmaceutical companies, hospitals and the medical profession from top to bottom. Domestic abuse would become extinct, as would addiction, obesity, migraine headaches, road rage and dandruff.

Look in your own heart. Unless I'm crazy, right now a still small voice is piping up, telling you as it has ten thousand times, the calling that is yours and yours alone. You know it. No one has to tell you. And unless I'm crazy, you're no closer to taking action on it than you were yesterday or will be tomorrow. You think Resistance isn't real? Resistance will bury you.

You know, Hitler wanted to be an artist. At eighteen he took his inheritance, seven hundred kronen, and moved to Vienna to live and study. He applied to the Academy of Fine Arts and later to the School of Architecture. Ever see one of his paintings? Neither have I. Resistance beat him. Call it overstatement but I'll say it anyway: it was easier for Hitler to start World War II than it was for him to face a blank square of canvas.

4. R E S I S T A N C E' S G R E A T E S T H I T S

The following is a list, in no particular order, of those activities, which most commonly elicit Resistance:

1) The pursuit of any calling in writing, painting, music, film, dance, or any creative art, however marginal or unconventional.

2) The launching of any entrepreneurial venture or enterprise, for profit or otherwise.

3) Any diet or health regimen.

4) Any program of spiritual advancement.

5) Any activity whose aim is tighter abdominals.

6) Any course or program designed to overcome an unwholesome habit or addiction.

7) Education of every kind.

8) Any act of political, moral or ethical courage, including the decision to change for the better some unworthy pattern of thought or conduct in ourselves.

9) The undertaking of any enterprise or endeavor whose aim is to help others.

10) Any act which entails commitment of the heart. The decision to get married, to have a child, to weather a rocky patch in a relationship.

11) The taking of any principled stand in the face of potential reprisal.

In other words, any act which disdains short-term gratification in favor of long-term growth, health or integrity. Or, expressed another way, any act that derives from our higher nature instead of our lower. Any act of these types will elicit Resistance.

Now: what are the characteristics of Resistance?

5. R E S I S T A N C E I S I N V I S I B L E

Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard or smelled. But it can be felt. It is experienced as a force field emanating from a work-in-potential. It's a repelling force. It's negative. Its intention is to shove the creator away, distract him, sap his energy, incapacitate him. If Resistance wins, the work doesn't get written.

6. R E S I S T A N C E I S I N T E R N A L

Resistance seems to come from outside ourselves. We locate it in spouses, jobs, bosses, kids, distractions. "Peripheral opponents," as Pat Riley used to say when he coached the Los Angeles Lakers.

Resistance is not a peripheral opponent. Resistance arises from within. It is self-generated and self-perpetuated. Resistance is the enemy within.

7. R E S I S T A N C E I S I N S I D I O U S

Resistance will tell you anything to keep you from doing your work. It will perjure, fabricate, falsify; seduce, bully, cajole. Resistance is protean. It will assume any form, if that's what it takes to deceive you. It will reason with you like a lawyer or jam a nine-millimeter in your face like a stick-up man. Resistance has no conscience. It understands nothing but power. Resistance cannot be negotiated with. It will pledge anything to get a deal, then double-cross you as soon as your back is turned. If you take Resistance at its word, you deserve everything you get. Resistance is always lying and always full of shit.

8. R E S I S T A N C E I S I M P L A C A B L E

Resistance is like the Alien or the Terminator or the shark in "Jaws." It cannot be reasoned with. It is an engine of destruction, programmed from the factory with one object only: to prevent us from doing our work. Resistance is implacable, intractable, indefatigable. Reduce it to a single cell and that cell will continue to attack.

This is Resistance's nature. It's all it knows.

9. R E S I S T A N C E I S I M P E R S O N A L

Resistance is not out to get you personally. It doesn't know who you are and doesn't care. Resistance is a force of nature. It acts objectively.

Though it feels malevolent, Resistance in fact operates with the indifference of rain and transits the heavens by the same laws as the stars. When we marshal our forces to combat Resistance, we must remember this.

Friday, January 11, 2008

ryan is driver...

this is one of those weird days when i just feel like writing, but i have absolutely nothing to say. drinking a green tea and reading about flavonoids on wiki, talking with my homegirl sarah on msn about our respective attempts at health and wellness in this new year, and trying to come up with some ideas for my new column on london calling, which we're shooting tomorrow. trying to figure out what the hell i'm doing with my life. having a bit of an existential - i don't want to say crisis, so... - moment, i guess...

in this space i have just written, deleted, re-written, and re-deleted, three or four different paragraphs. i just don't have it in me today. nothing to say. all i know is that i have to really make a commitment to the life i want to live. and it starts now. i have no more tomorrows. i only have todays.


ps. that pic of viggo is there because i just watched that movie again a couple of nights ago and it's fucking badass. i saw it in the theater a while back, and it stayed with me for weeks...

Thursday, January 10, 2008

please be kind, rewind...

shout out to my man wan luverman who just hit me with this trailer to the new jack black / mos def movie, be kind rewind... and this interesting little piece in wired: David Byrne's Survihttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifval Strategies for Emerging Artists — and Megastars. thanks homie.

Friday, January 4, 2008

another child in time...

got the following message yesterday from my man mista d from the salads (a fellow fan of deep purple)...

"Hey dude!

I got this Deep Purple tribute album recently and
thought you might dig hearing this version of "Child
In Time
" with Bernie Worrell (P-Funk), Will Calhoun
(Living Colour), and a bunch of other killer players.


thanks d. much appreciated. it's one of my all-time faves, as you know. anyone else heard any other covers of this song? (or any deep purple songs?) let me know...

ps. d also sent me a little ditty he recorded for us to include on the new ok cobra album, which, i hope to finish eventually. this year would be nice. we'll see.

killer mike - ghetto extraordinary...

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