Meandering around town this morning was in stark contrast to the events of the evening: jumping off of a small cliff into the most beautiful lake you've ever seen.
Noticing that cost of living here is a bit more than back home. Gas and groceries are all inflated (probably because of the whole 'island' thing). Decided to skip buying shelves and be resourceful/cheap -- my new CD cabinets are made out of old cardboard boxes and don't look half bad, if I do say so myself. The rest of the afternoon was devoted to cleaning up DoS for Heck Fest... people are already coming into town to check the place out. I only arrived yesterday and I'm already a host. Listened to the new YACHT album with one of the nice gents from Casiotone For The Painfully alone and then did the aforementioned swimming. Scraped the shit out of the top of my foot: my first battle scar from the West.
Things are moving along, but there's something here to remind me of each of you back home: a Seattle's Best 24-hour coffee joint; Papa Murphy's pizza; and an old brown Volvo station wagon parked across the street.
7.15.2009
Biggest Sprinklers You've Ever Run Through
And with that, my residence at the Department Of Safety has begun. Still sinking in.
Today's drive seemed much longer than any of the other, actually longer drives in my three legs. Perhaps it was the anticipation, but most likely, it was the amount of absolutely fuck NOTHING in the entire state of Washington up until Seattle.
Well, let's cut to the chase, shall we?
What are the odds that I'm now living with someone that my old band used to play with all of the time? Slim, but such is life. Very strange.
I made up my room as best as possible, but am missing a few bare essentials: rug, shelves, etc.
Other than that, I am completely enraptured with every single aspect of this place. I've met a ton of people already and worked a little stuffing CDs into cases for What The Heck with Phil Elverum.
As for right now, I'm enjoying a piece of feshly made "bread-cake-cherry-thing" that my new friend from England whipped up while listening to old soul 7"s in the common area...
...I think I'll be just fine out here.
Today's drive seemed much longer than any of the other, actually longer drives in my three legs. Perhaps it was the anticipation, but most likely, it was the amount of absolutely fuck NOTHING in the entire state of Washington up until Seattle.
Well, let's cut to the chase, shall we?
What are the odds that I'm now living with someone that my old band used to play with all of the time? Slim, but such is life. Very strange.
I made up my room as best as possible, but am missing a few bare essentials: rug, shelves, etc.
Other than that, I am completely enraptured with every single aspect of this place. I've met a ton of people already and worked a little stuffing CDs into cases for What The Heck with Phil Elverum.
As for right now, I'm enjoying a piece of feshly made "bread-cake-cherry-thing" that my new friend from England whipped up while listening to old soul 7"s in the common area...
...I think I'll be just fine out here.
7.14.2009
What The F*** Were Lewis & Clark Thinking?
What follows is a fictional account of the forgotten conversations between explorers Lewis & Clark, as imagined/rehearsed by Adeline (my all but silent traveling partner) and me.
Clark: deep breath Ahh! Glorious, isn't it Lewis?
Lewis: It sure is... I just wish that birds would stop flying into my hat and dying upon impact.
C: You know, Lewis, I imagine that once other folks settle here, they'll all be extremely nice and very slow.
L: Of course. They'll just be happy to see someone else's face!
C: Uh oh. I see a storm brewing on the horizon. Hold me, Lewis.
...days later...
C: Thank God that storm finally passed... I thought it would never end.
L: Yeah, it's a good thing we ran into that nice band from Brooklyn at that last rest stop.
C: Dude, they were total hipsters.
L: What? Okay, for one, what type of people do you think are going to be in the Pacific Northwest when we get there? And, for two, that chick was totally hot.
C: Whatever. I see mountains up ahead, let's head down to this valley so we can cross.
...hours later...
C: Shit! This isn't just a valley, it's a raging river! How are we going to cross now?
L: It's a shame these damned indians didn't think to install zip-lines. That would've been sweet... Stupid indians.
S: We--
L: You shut the fuck up, Sacagawea.
fin
Have to keep yourself entertained on the road somehow, right?
Clark: deep breath Ahh! Glorious, isn't it Lewis?
Lewis: It sure is... I just wish that birds would stop flying into my hat and dying upon impact.
C: You know, Lewis, I imagine that once other folks settle here, they'll all be extremely nice and very slow.
L: Of course. They'll just be happy to see someone else's face!
C: Uh oh. I see a storm brewing on the horizon. Hold me, Lewis.
...days later...
C: Thank God that storm finally passed... I thought it would never end.
L: Yeah, it's a good thing we ran into that nice band from Brooklyn at that last rest stop.
C: Dude, they were total hipsters.
L: What? Okay, for one, what type of people do you think are going to be in the Pacific Northwest when we get there? And, for two, that chick was totally hot.
C: Whatever. I see mountains up ahead, let's head down to this valley so we can cross.
...hours later...
C: Shit! This isn't just a valley, it's a raging river! How are we going to cross now?
L: It's a shame these damned indians didn't think to install zip-lines. That would've been sweet... Stupid indians.
S: We--
L: You shut the fuck up, Sacagawea.
fin
Have to keep yourself entertained on the road somehow, right?
7.13.2009
Whitewashing Collapsed Barns
At the age of 23, I've left everything that's ever given me comfort and traded it in for the unknown.
I'm headed out to Anacortes, Washington for a stint at the Department Of Safety. I'll be living and working there: booking, recording, and generally being creative. I'm going to reinstate this blog for all things TDUH. What you'll find here will be part travel journal, creative pondering, and personal epiphany.
Let me list a few of my goals for the next several months at the collective:
1) Record a TDUH album.
2) Learn to play the drums.
3) Start a record label.
4) Learn more about myself so that I know what to do with these loose ends when/if I return.
After a very Garden State last few minutes in Illinois, I made my way on the first of three legs of my journey. Illinois brought the traffic, as usual. Wisconsin brought few surprises and lots of speed traps. Minnesota has been the slump of the trip thus far. North Dakota is quite beautiful set in front of the setting sun, but I'm happy to have stopped just short of my goal of Bismarck for the evening. I'm emotionally and physically exhausted (especially after having a near panic attack at the apparent shortage of vacant hotel rooms in the middle of bumble-fuck-nowhere).
The playlist for my trip has been mostly ambient, leading to some contemplation and reflection... I figure that I've got three days of being utterly alone, so I might as well try and work through as much baggage as I can in that time. Right now, I'm feeling endlessly excited, anxious and sad (don't have much of an appetite, either). The good news is that I'm already coming up with some new musical ideas. This is good.
R.I.P.
(1) Careless bird
(1) Spider in my car
Things for sale, roadside (pretty sure they don't do Craigslist out here, so I thought I'd bring them into the information age):
(1) Extremely large rock
(Countless) Buffalo
Goodnight.
I'm headed out to Anacortes, Washington for a stint at the Department Of Safety. I'll be living and working there: booking, recording, and generally being creative. I'm going to reinstate this blog for all things TDUH. What you'll find here will be part travel journal, creative pondering, and personal epiphany.
Let me list a few of my goals for the next several months at the collective:
1) Record a TDUH album.
2) Learn to play the drums.
3) Start a record label.
4) Learn more about myself so that I know what to do with these loose ends when/if I return.
After a very Garden State last few minutes in Illinois, I made my way on the first of three legs of my journey. Illinois brought the traffic, as usual. Wisconsin brought few surprises and lots of speed traps. Minnesota has been the slump of the trip thus far. North Dakota is quite beautiful set in front of the setting sun, but I'm happy to have stopped just short of my goal of Bismarck for the evening. I'm emotionally and physically exhausted (especially after having a near panic attack at the apparent shortage of vacant hotel rooms in the middle of bumble-fuck-nowhere).
The playlist for my trip has been mostly ambient, leading to some contemplation and reflection... I figure that I've got three days of being utterly alone, so I might as well try and work through as much baggage as I can in that time. Right now, I'm feeling endlessly excited, anxious and sad (don't have much of an appetite, either). The good news is that I'm already coming up with some new musical ideas. This is good.
R.I.P.
(1) Careless bird
(1) Spider in my car
Things for sale, roadside (pretty sure they don't do Craigslist out here, so I thought I'd bring them into the information age):
(1) Extremely large rock
(Countless) Buffalo
Goodnight.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)