this place is art
udpate: this picture is relevant
also i love this woman
an evening arrival, an improper greeting. leftover dinner, colorful clothing, and a headlamp tour of a forest labyrinth of a tent city.
a cloudy misty morning and the allure of a zero day. my gas station espresso bar latte had scorched milk, that barista didn’t aerate it not one bit. screeeaming
under those canopies i sang and played. the rains pittered and pattered. voices in rounds ‘song about rain!’ ‘song about distance travelled’ like it is right now, this i proclaim
i sang american pie. i replaced the one line with the weird al version as always ‘the battle droids were broken.’ i sang the weird al version next, more hikers singing along that time. luv u monster
recordings from this session also exist. guitar was too quiet. the gadget classic
one year passes – the angels of the moon house announce it is their last year blessing the pct. time’s arrow…
man i dunno 