Dreams And Music Videos

Tonight the moon is nearly burning my skin as its full moon-beams shine through my bedroom window.

My dreams have been wild lately. Not completely insane, just super real. I’m settling unresolved issues with people who I haven’t talked to for years. I’m facing imprisonment and capital punishment in foreign countries. I’m experiencing nuclear attacks. I’m living entire lifetimes in minutes.

I guess it works out, because I’m working on a music video for Will’s project, Riley Guy, and need a semi-schizo, moon-inspired neurosis to make this happen and finish already.

I’m running through thousands of photos. It’s not the most fun.

In other news, my production assistant job fell through. The movie isn’t going to be made. Somebody who had money chickened-out on the deal I guess.

“How can I help you finish your own movies,” you ask? Simply go buy stuff!

Thought Trail

Do you ever fly on an airplane and see people who are scared in the air for the entire flight? When turbulence hits, they grip the armrests and throw their bodies erect against their seat like it will help the plane steady out or something.

An idea haunts me that I’ve never quite pulled off; letting go of every petty, useless fear. But I tasted it today, and the nectar has left a sweet, sweet aftertaste.

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Sounds like a promotion doesn’t it? That’s because it is.

Kevin owns a company that sells zip lines. He’s getting a new shipment of product in, and needed a fresh box design done.

Today I spent time with the design. Yesterday, I spent most of the time making the photograph and child model look box-ready (like making the eyes bluer, the mouth smiler, etc.) I just might add a swooping arrow to the design if Kevin is lucky.

If you ever want a high-quality zip line that’s weight-tested up to 3 tons (or even higher, I can’t remember), buy one from Kevin at RailRunnerZipline.com.

At special request, I will autograph the box for you.

Coma Show – Wool Warehouse

The Coma Recovery played tonight at a venue I’ve never been to before called the Wool Warehouse. I expected it to be a real warehouse with a bunch of wholesale stock wool, but it was much more like a hotel ballroom.

The headliner was Earth Crisis. I think around 10 bands played. This show had a clever theme; half of the bands were deemed as “Good” and the other half, “Evil”. Basically every band was placed in the “Good” category unless it was a hardcore band.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a show like this. The kids still hardcore dance. They still swing the arms. They still punch the ground. They still kick the air. It’s all fun and games until a security guard gets punched in the face and bleeds, which of course really happened.

Come On Ride The Train

The glory of being an artist; a creative soul who commits to something that only leads to a stronger sense of separation… conversations that require alcohol, and nothing is remembered of its most intriguing peaks.

Sometimes I think that a business mind is ideal. The business mind makes money and it never appears to be lost. If it isn’t successful, its on its way.

Feeling is all we have. We can only share it in what we create. But the luck is in if anybody connects to it.

Art is too accessible. It’s unappreciated now. We want information. No, we want entertainment still. I entertain myself with inspirational anecdotes. Most entertain themselves with jack-off humor, pop-culture, or conspiracy theories on youtube. We’re all consumers anymore. We measure our intellect with the quality of genres that our minds devour. We’re all doing the same thing unless we’re creating. Why not create every day? Why not every hour?

This is our destiny, every action we take. This is our life. And we’re facebooking it away with status updates. We’re wishing for trashy ego-supporting connections. We’re wanting to buy stuff that supports our fake identities. We want love, not for love’s sake, but so something/someone will approve of the bullshit we’ve “added” to ourselves… and hopefully they’ll support us for life, so we get married.

And, when everyone else has made that choice, you start to wonder if you’re the only one left who needs to sign up just to see what’s missing.

Or not.

Vegas, Baby. Vegas.

Climbing with Kevin and Josh in Red Rocks, Las Vegas, NV.

A Not-So-Conventional Las Vegas Experience.

This was pretty gnarly, despite the inviting, warm smiles. We climbed two different rock faces that day. The first climb was a bit wacky for me, so I was nearly set to skip the second climb, a 300+ foot, 2-hour adventure. A big reason I decided to do it is because Kevin/Josh had magical bro-like ways of talking me into it. A bigger reason is that a couple of weirdos showed up at the bottom and wouldn’t leave. Anyway, Click Here to see a video of me on the final stretch.

I guess we were pretty mellow when we finally made our way downtown. But some of the photos I found on my camera were new to me in the morning.

We met a lot of people, but Lana was the one who stuck around. She was from Canada.

We saw Cirque du Soleil (serck-day-so-lay), a famous Vegas show that sells out every night because its one of the most mind-blowing shows anyone will ever see. A kid named Danny hooked us up where we didn’t have to wait in line and paid half the price.

Leaving Vegas: Since everybody is so paranoid about terrorists these days, they’re building a new bridge so cars don’t have to use the Hoover Dam anymore. But maybe the paranoia is worth the architectural acheivement.

Fun Final Note:

I would be so stoked to write all about Las Vegas. But the day I came back, I was offered a new Production Assistant job. Ever heard of Robert Patrick? It appears I might be picking up the T-1000 himself from the airport sometime soon (or maybe just filing his paperwork).

The hours are long, 10-12 hours/day, 5-6 days/week. But its only till July, I think.

Going To Arizona And Drinking Its Spring Water

On April 26th, I left Albuquerque to go to Phoenix, Arizona. I’m still in Arizona, but was off the grid for most of the week; no phone, no computer.

I met up with Josh. This time last year we camped in Kauai for 5 days on different beaches around the island, but this time we took a cheaper approach.

I flew into Phoenix. The next day we drove north for about 2 hours, then hiked 4 miles into a mountain and set up camp next to a gushing spring pumping water out of the ground.

There’s a reason one feels amazing when drinking spring water. Not as in bottled “spring water”, but real, happy water where ecosystems flourish. This documentary talks about mysteries of water, how it is affected by states-of-consciousness, and possibly might make you think about the potential of life itself (cool).

• They said water has a memory of everything that happens around it.
• Even turning on lights can change the structure of water.
• It’s structure is like a nervous system, reacting to outside stimuli.
• Positive and negative human emotions are the strongest level of influence on water
• Love increases water energy levels
• Animals always choose to drink water that has been taken from a spring, no matter how purified tap water is. Purified water is dead, lacking natural energies.
• Fish were introduced to a batch of water that was exposed to very low energy electromagnetic waves. The breed of fish was highly unusual in appearance and behavior. They were all behaving exactly the same, operating by what seemed to be one single collective mind.

It goes to show that humans may act more like zombies under the influence of a low-energy water supply.

Preaching aside… I’ve seen 2 bald eagles since I’ve been out here, watched Kick-Ass, went down a river on a raft, and mountain-biked in amazing Arizona scenery I didn’t know existed.

I also found out that any American has the luxury buying automatic weapons (with proper licenses, of course).