Ashley and I arrived in Baker City at 11 last nite. That last mountain range before here was intense! Twisty as can be. Four thousand something feet at some point. It was dark. Etc.
Well now it's back on the road to Victor, Idaho. Beautiful country over in Eastern Oregon. I love traveling.
-ABC
A little clip from my rock n roll show last week at The Waypost. Thank you Ian for capturing the last bit of it. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again. This. Is why I am here. Entertainment. For me and for Us.
here today. keeping the .com paid.
leaving tomorrow. getting out of portland. going on a road trip with Ashley to Idaho.
her family has a cabin near the Wyoming border. I’m going through parts of this country I haven’t seen much of so expect some photos.
I’m excited to wander out. I love the open roads.
I’ve been listening to the song, Bad Girl by Devendra Banhart a lot this last week. Also same artist, the song, Taking a Page. I recommend both.
I still have my shirts I made for my show last week. I have 4 of the 5. I’ll post them on the blog soonly.
Also the art that I created during the set is now framed and for sale at my coffeehouse, Anna Bannana’s NW 21st.
I am currently uploading a video my friend, Ian, took from my rock n roll show last week at The Waypost.
That was a really fun show. I am very grateful to everyone who came out and was a part of the experience.
Thank you Tiny Ghost Club and Shaylee (Elle) for having on the show.
It’s become rainy and cool again in Portland, Oregon. It helps with my creative pursuits around the house.
There is nothing like the feeling of coffee and arting while it’s rainy outside.
I’m going to quit typing and check on the youtube video upload.
-ABC
i thought i did. i know it did.
i played a lot of games. boards and cards.
thoughts and tongues.
nickel, dime, or quarter. doesn’t matter.
if it doesn’t make dollars it doesn’t make sense. to continue. to pursue.
better off alone than wonder what we will ever do.
present and past. go and pass.
resisting movement will only make your legs stiff.
drink another coffee. wake up again.
the end. and a new begin.
I believe being passive aggressive is the most childish behavior outside picking your nose and eating your boogers.
Today marks 7 years that Smoggie Catt and I arrived in Portland, Oregon to start a new life.
I am grateful for everyone we have met along the way. We've learned a lot since being here.
There is a great sense of community here. There is magic in the hills. We look forward to at least another 5 years in this great city and seeing what new adventures we find next!
Wander on!
Much love,
A.B. Corduroy and Smoggie Catt
Life lately has been nonstop gogogogogogogogo. I
t kinda feels ironic I pulled something in my hip this afternoon. Holy shiza! Incredibly altering. Anyway…
There's only so much I can gogogogogo until I forced to sit and absorb/retreat and I am trying to learn to listen to that whispering.. sometimes shouting… before…
I lose my phone, lose my wallet, pull something in my hip, etc…
I need to retreat and share more with art and music. I need to create more art, play more rock n roll shows, publish my next bok, make new shirts for people and so much more.
This is my life lately. Finding balance. Ever expanding. Appreciating contrast. And learning to compromise.
Goodnight.
-ABC
everybody means well
take care of yourself
and it’ll all be fine
we left the night
woke in the mourning
shut up
i’m good
there is nothing to do about it
it just does
and we do
as we due
and we do
and we due
here i am
there they are
as they always were.
light distorts it
forget about it if you can
i pay attention to details
it was like this and now it’s like this
time and space. 2 realms. always present. always slightly different.
this time it’s James. next time it’s Gabriel.
it’s a different magazine description. a different season. a slightly different hook.
did i create or was i created for this moment?
it seems selfish to assume such an ability
how long can a fox graze among sheep until he begins to lick his teeth?
the owls are not what they seem
and we’ve know this since the 1990’s
who are the owls? what do they see?
the first time i left the planet
i saw unmentionable things
if i want to talk it out
it all sounds crazy
and if you know what i mean
you know why we sing
and why this whole god damned thing
is entertaining to me
over there on the bedroom floor
where we left it the night before
the passion sprints
toward a longer hour
our intentions insistent on making it deliver
into // out through
a window
a door
a dog
a magic wand
no one knew the obvious fantasia
no one knew it could be so tangled
rambles of rambles // speak up or no one will hear you
speak out or no one will care
remember mama superior is only one kinda prayer
she who has no sons was seen standing in her underwear
there was a shell. it was deep in belly of a giant blue whale.
well, it remained there for a long time.
when it found it’s way out of the belly of the great blue whale, he had so many stories to tell.
the bile, the fish that told him of a brighter tomorrow.
of course we will make it out of the belly of the great blue whale. of course we will.
so this gingerbread man comes along while we were at the flea market.
he said follow me and I will show you the best place to buy a leather wallet.
i told him i was interesting in a leather wallet and he got really frustrated.
so it goes.
then on monday there was a huge tower! it came out of nowhere.
no one lives in it. no, it’s a bank. it’s full of numbers and offices.
so it goes.
they told me be patient.
I have. I am.
they told me never be certain, go with it, and do the thing.
I have. I am.
they told me rock n roll never dies.
I know. I am.
Hiiiii…..
This is a sincere talking “it” out moment.
I don’t care how you voted in the last presidential election. That done happened. That done did.
I am asking what “we the people” want out of this next election.
Republicans, Democrats, Liberals, Conservatives, Young, Old, Men, Women, Libertarians, etc etc etc
What do we want?
I cannot believe “we” want Trump another 4 years.
We cannot excuse the trash that has come from his mouth. We must be better.
We cannot let anyone be as foolish as he has been to represent “we the people”.
There are 50 states… that’s 50 different states of mind.
Can we bring all that together like the original 13 did to take on the British during the Revolutionary War?
Or is it time to talk of breaking it up? Agree to disagree. Trade peaches and marijuana?
This is essentially what the EU is attempting to do. It’s not a horrible idea.
I have been blessed to travel a good bit of this republic and for which it stands. There is a lot of the midwest I need to see yet.
Immigration…
As the climates change and “we” reap the crops sewn by Uncle Sam brought us by “secret” operations in South America more people will run to here. Do you? Yes you? If you’re reading this far… DO YOU….. acknowledge or realize the extent our government has destabilized regions of the world and then polices and/or takes the resources as an after effect.
Because I do and I will continue sharing it. Haha yeah! We can do that later.
So what do YOU… yes you… what do you want.. for us.. for we… the people! Please comment. Please talk it out with me. This is why I have a .com… to share and connect. Let’s talk it out. Leave comments. I will reply.
We will not always agree and that is alright. WE can compromise and if WE cannot we can break it up.
long live liberty.
-ABC
Wow!
Life!
The visual art is how I share the journey. Written is the way I absorb the journey.
I am blessed. So fucking blessed.
I recently acquired a new laptop. New as in straight of the box / never been used before myself. And i didn’t pay a penny for it. Thank you magic.
I finished 6 zzzmoments yesterday. 4 of them were collaborations.
I’ve needed a laptop to do the “administrative” side of the artist/entertainer.
Looking into my mobile “phone” makes me dizzy these days. To be in that realm and in the present realm is some weird vertigo for my head. With a laptop I am more focused and choosing to be in it.
Haha! Laptop means more of the ramblings on the .com! i have missed the blogging.
Dear .com,
I am here to share the journey.
Love and Gratitude > Fear and Hate
Sincerely caffeinated,
A.B. Corduroy
woke up around noon, went for a walk, found an americano, drank about half, started filing taxes, realized I need a proper ID before that can be completed, ate a couple slices of last nite’s pizza, laid back down, had some crazy ass dreams, got up between 4:44 and 4:59pm, wandered to the library, updated info for .com…
and then…. I need to do some laundry. if not all of it, at least some bare necessities. some socks, underwear, clean pants…
Spring has sprang some beautiful colors. lots of rain. I am grateful for that.
some sing, some strum, we can all dance.
-ABC
I’ve been making lots of coffee.
It’s a monday through friday kinda job at the moment.
working on lots of art, too. I’ve been working on a big commission piece for someone in Florida.
Pictures coming soon.
singing songs. more and more. that’s the truest joy I find in this life.
i like where i am even if at times it feels kinda lonely at times.
I have Smoggie Catt and magic.
Thank you.
All of you.
You know who you are.
Eye.
See it all.
Thank you for being here.
We couldn’t do it without
I am not a king nor a prince. I am not a god or goddess. I am a black star.
It is not a networking system; it is a navigation system. As for the internet, what you see is what you get.
My next door neighbor just told me Smoggie Catt has a crush on her cat and saw pictures.
It's adorable. Their cat lives indoors so the pigs of them looking through the window at each other is storybook magic.
Play date is a must. Smoggie needs a haircut.
I can't giggling. Little girl has her first crush. Hehehe. Okay.
Fin.
-ABC
“My home
Is a girl with eyes like wishing wells
I'm not alone
But I'm still lone, lonely
When I was young
Always go below the midnight sun
Those days are done
But I'm still glowing “
So I have not picked it up yet, but a nice earthling named Warren dropped my phone that was missing at the coffeehouse I work at.
Sometimes. Some things. work out.
on the library computer once more typing out blog words. rambles.
not having a phone has made that a routine. I think it should continue.
last nite.
Brandon and Diane and Wendy. The Ranger Station. Fire side chats.
Jessie. Hannah. Angelo’s.
backtrack. rewind. feel it in the bottom of your back.
Listening to Portugal. The Man. song: Mr Lonely (ft. Fat Lip)
I like it. Sad. It’s got feels though.
Otherness: I need Focus. Every so often I think I have it. I know I got it.
Tidal Wave. Portugal the Man.
As radio friendly as this album ended up being, It’s grown on me a lot. Thanks PTM.
Excited to see what happens next. I haven’t seen them live since they “broke out” “got big” “blew up”
whatever that wordage is. It’s about time.
I need more coffee in my head.
Meeting my friend Diane at 2pm. Focus.
I am very grateful my phone showed up and I didn’t end up buying a new one.
What an extension of the 21st century adult experience these “smart phones” have become.
It’s nice to step away from them. Finding that balance is key to surviving Singularity.
I am an earthling.
I am blessed.
I am a mess.
I’m not home yet.
I’m wandering.
I long to feel Hohm.
one way or another, we’re going to find it. we’re gonna get it. get it. got it. good.
-ABC
