Happy 83rd birthday, Willie Nelson. You’ve got 42 years on me, but I feel very close to you, anyway.

Thanks for the 40-something birthday love, everyone. Ya’ll are amazing.

Birthday gift from Marla. Sealed, unopened. Late ’80’s Nardcore. Pretty fuckin’ sweet so far.

Birthday Bob.

Salem Comicon.

Salem Comicon.

Time to greet The World.

Isn’t all of nature one big gender (and species) neutral bathroom that we’ve all shared?

Still true.

All dressed up for the radio a-go-go.

Sitting in on The Now and Then with Eric Gessner on KMUZ.

Same.

I’ve actually done this. Because they are the best band ever.

I minored in film, and have seen most Antonioni films. I like thoughtful essays on Potemkin and Alex Cox’s film influences. Most of the movies I own are art films, and I will watch any Neorealist or Modernist movie committed to film.

I still think This Is Spinal Tap might be the greatest movie ever made.

Hey Kool Thing. Happy Birthday.

“She” just wants to know: Mommy, Can I Go Out And Spill (my drink all over the floor) Tonight?

You are successful on your own terms, and that is your most impressive quality.

I really live in fear that the Minutemen will not go down in rock and roll history as the truly important group that they really are.

They might be the most important thing since The Who.

A word war
will set off the keg.
My words are war.
Should a word have two meanings?
What the fuck for?
Should words serve the truth?

I stand for language.
I speak for truth.
I shout for history.
I am a cesspool
for all the shit to run down in…

He deserved better.

Every day I will make an effort to greet this opportunity to find another reason to enjoy the way everything worked out so far.

Good morning.

My 41st birthday feels like my previous age is giving me the middle finger as a way of communicating to me how this shit ain’t funny anymore.

Marla and I dancing.

“The stifling effects money has on the human condition has never fully been measured because, like the air we breathe and the food we eat, we have only ever seen it as a part of the environment we are born into. Like the addict who can’t understand how to live a life without getting high at every possible moment, we question how it would be possible to live without a financial system to support us, never realizing that it is as man-made as the excuses we give for why we can’t live without it.”

About time. Fuck capitalism. Fuck whitey. Fuck the system. Fuck student loans. Fuck economics and business majors. Let’s make art and fuck instead.

#AndMakeItFuckedUp.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2016/04/26/a-majority-of-millennials-now-reject-capitalism-poll-shows/?postshare=2761461688447547

Eddie Vedder? Trent Reznor? Is Kyle Rich secretly David Lynch?
http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2016/04/25/the_twin_peaks_revival_cast_list_includes_eddie_vedder_naomi_watts_michael.html

I’m behind on:

(name a TV show; chances are this applies)

I really, really like The Force Awakens.

It gets better each time I see it.

Every year I’m a different person.

And every year I wonder idly what the old me would think about this.

But for some reason, I don’t have an answer.

It seems the new me is focused on something else instead.

Classic Rock Radio is the universe’s way of Boomersplaining the world to the rest of us.

Happy Earth Day.

Because we didn’t give a shit the rest of the year.

Sadly, this album has nothing to do with the beloved European comic strip.

Worth reviewing and preparing ourselves, for the remainder of the year.

I did it for you, Bernie Sanders.

Celebrity deaths have increased by 500% in four years. And at the rate they are passing, it will only get worse as we get older. Be prepared to be devastated like this much more often in the future.
https://www.newstalk.com/Celebrity-deaths-are-on-the-rise-and-will-only-continue-to-rise-from-now-on

Goodbye Dick Vaughn. You will always be the originator of authentic ’70’s nostalgia.

(Wanna see how to quickly lose friends?)

Oh well. I was never much of a Prince fan anyway.

Happy birthday, little girl.

The Secret Light & Lucky+Love, live @ The Lovecraft April 15th.
https://goo.gl/photos/K5Wryz1335CptmPe7

I used to take a lot of acid. Now I’m

You are working hard, and you care about your friends and family.

I admire that.

The thing that looms largest in my mind: the generosity and consideration of Tara & Kristopher, who kindly offered their guest room and their home as a place for me to spend my time and sleep. You two are the coolest, and now I have the best damn haircut in Salem. Thank you!

I can’t fully process this weekend just yet.

New project band practice w/ Ryan. Four live performances between two venues with The Secret Light, Lucky+Love, The Nervous PDX, & The Bloodtypes. Three house parties, a mini-Cathead photo-op, brief reunions with friends from all over (Cynthia, Colin, Trevor, Chloe, Zlatko & Cheryl.)

And Chris, Joe, Jamer & I managed to mix a five track punk record for Xiphoid Process, too. (Available next month, I hear.)

Holy cow, did we play SkipBo and watch cable, too?

Criminy. I need to sleep.

Home.

We’re done.

Hearing the final mix.

The Nervous PDX & The Bloodtypes at Turn Turn Turn.

On #RecordStoreDay, we make records, instead of buy them.

Thinking of you, Xio Martin.

Cathead reunion.

Getting our mix on.

Welcome to St. John’s.

Time to make the noise.

The waitress remembered me, and asked why I hadn’t been in for ages. #Breakfast

Marla: Look what I found.

I want to break down every system that is founded on money and selfishness.

I want to build up everything within my community, centered on art and music and video games and ‘zines and film, reflective of a world I’d prefer to dance around in.

Today is the 18th anniversary of my first radio broadcast. While this is not an exact recording, it is a recreation using what exists of that program on tape and existing playlists from KWVA Radio in 1998, fleshed out with other music I liked from the era. Relive the joy of old-fashioned college radio.
https://anywhereanywhen.com/1998/04/15/the-beginning/

Look at how big this apple is?

Packing for a trip, getting excited about the itinerary, hoping I didn’t forget anything, spending more time on the music and playlists than everything else.

Before and after.

For the first time in my life, I’m not registered third party.

Only so I can vote for Bernie, twice.

Then I’ll return to The Cathead Party.

It’s raining men.

Marla & I love to dance.

Once in every lifetime…

You are everything.

Well, I managed to miss all 15 years of American Idol. So I’ve got that going.

I can’t call “BULLSHIT!” on this enough and feel like it comes close to mirroring how terrifying an image like this makes me feel.

The Prisoner has so many treasures to be uncovered.

My new posse.

My Uncle Dan had a copy of Meddle lying around his house, and was happy to give it to me. As you can see, my own collection is missing this particular album, so I have now added it to the collection. Thanks Danny!

A family outing to see Jimi Hendrix’s memorial.

Goodbye, grandma.

Marla. I love you.
http://www.boredpanda.com/everyday-love-comics-illustrations-philippa-rice-soppy/

Bro, you need to stop governmenting, and start playing Portal. NOW.
http://www.zam.com/article/328/vaping-congressman-accused-of-using-campaign-funds-on-1300-worth-of-steam-games

Well, shit. How cool is that?

George, getting some sun.

Between the 89 year old man, the 11 month old baby, and the incontinent nervous dog, my life has become an elaborate G.G. Allin performance.

New phone.

Wait: How did I take a picture of it?