i wish god were alive to see this

Raise Your Hands Up To The Sky.

There is a group show on Saturday at the Fluxco gallery at 2042 Bay st. 90021. It's downtown, near 7th and Alameda. Jesse and I started working on our room yesterday..

Now you will see why we were digging in the trash for bottles.

The walls and floor were so clean. Immaculate.

Mad Dog w/a duct tape cap.

The rivers of paint and broken glass were beautiful.

On the night of the show David Scott Stone will be playing his modular synth in this very room. Collaboration. The best.

Sneak preview! The rest will be a suprise! And btw, wear shoes.

We Came Here To Score.

All the supplies you need to go dumpster diving for bottles.

How is downtown becoming so clean? It's like a tidy ghost town.

It was harder to find the good trash than I thought it would! Watt-A-Melon!

I had envisioned mountains of empty 40oz bottles, but it was really more needle in a haystack, and really, really fun.

Ah yes, this is the prize. The champagne of beers. Empty. With the lid. Perfect.

Best diggers, JS and DSS.

Belly of the whale.

Wait until you see the mess we made with the trash collection.

Direct Sunlight Is Choking Us To Death.

Abe Vigoda's pre tour farwell show at Pehrspace.

Andy Coronado, the 'man with the rake'.

Very crowded, very great.

Their new 7" on PPM / Mosher Hall is thee single of the month.

Nice hat, Juan. Looking good.

Oh dear, a full US summer tour. They are going to be next level when they return.

Friendly.

Matzah, like the ball soup.

Seasons Came And Changed The Time.

Creepy Chris came for a 1 hour visit. His band, Teenage Meats, recorded a perfect power pop single, played one show, and evaporated.

Other various 1st weekend of Summer jammers-

Red asphalt.

Best lady. 95 yrs old and trying to dance with me.

Blood, not lava.

Evolution Summer.

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I had no idea that piles of stickers would look so cool.

The Sky Is Falling Aint No Need To Panic.

Juan and I spotted Andre 3000 going into Crown Cleaners so we did what anyone to do, we stalked him. We stood in the hot sun for 20 minutes so we could ask him to produce the Abe Vigoda record.

It didn't take long to convince him that the Los Angeles undergorund was where his talent was needed most, and one handshake agreement later it was official. Welcome to the Teardrops Family Andre!

Cry Tough.

Some wonderful maniac decided to make a totally pro Sads video!

David Scott Stone Plays The Modular Synthesizer.

Homemade Teenage Jesus shirt.

Take a good look, and remember this face. This is my old friend David Scott Stone. Remember his name as well. Musically he lives in the future. Waayyyy in the future. He gave me the master for his next release on the great PPM label, and is a major piece in the Evolution Summer puzzle. He is making a record for Teardrops next. Oh the honor!

Anyway, today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and I wanted to pay tribute to my old friend who continues to amaze as he fearlessly blazes trails into the beyond.

Viva DSS!

The Life Pursuit.

Nope. That's not going to work.

Ah yes. The butterfly in the hand will get it done.

Fill it up! This morning was my last major blood work for another 4 months. I have been testing negative for hepatitis for the last 6 months, and I only have 10 weeks left to go on my interferon. I know I never mention the interferon that much, but seriously, it sucks, and I am really psyched to be in the home stretch, and really psyched that it worked! Yes!

And I want to recognize the awesomeness of my phlebotomist. It's been a pleasure to work with her.

Let's live to be 180 years old!

You Roll Up Tight And Take Whatever's Coming To You Next.

Chonklas.

The new King and Queen of comedy.

Reggie and Kate Hall. Kate just put out her first release on Mosher Hall Records, the new Abe Vigoda 7". Mosher Hall and Teardrops are doing a co-release of No Age and Mika Miko live @the Smell! On cassette!

Pretty boy. Lil' Dreamer. Family employee. Retired DJ. Echo Park's own Roger Ebert.

Bad idea.

And hilarity ensues!

Their Hands Are Big, They've Got Big Hands.

Father.

Aaron and I saw La Vie En Rose this weekend, and spent two hours crying, or trying not to cry. This is the movie. Edith Piaf, oh my god. Do not miss it.

Camille is back from Basque Country, and looking for a new place.

Also the Father.

So Now You Send Me Your Hardened Regards.

Jenna Thornhill and Juan the Muscleman.

Lambskin.

If you're in LA head down to Family today. No Age has been rehearsing in the crime novel section.

Get outta town boys. Go to Europe. Be great.

You Know Who Built This House, And You Know Who Will Tear It Down.

Aaron took me as his date to Morrissey in Bakersfield!

Oh shit! For those of you who are unfamiliar with Southern California, Bakersfield is a harsh realm 110 miles north of LA.

Ha ha WOW!!

This is pretty much the perfect show for two dudes whose relationships recently ended. Bonding with Morrissey.

And when they played 'Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want', well, I could have died.

He ripped his shirt off TWICE, and people were handing him their CHILDREN. I am not kidding. It was like the Pope.

But the quote of the night goes to..

This guy, who screamed himself hoarse all during the show, only to turn to us at the end and say , "You know that dude is fucking gay, but I don't care man. He is MY BROTHER!!"

OK then.

With The Light Of Ten Million Flashbulbs.

Pancake pile at the Smell. So crowded at 10:30am!

Sunday morning shows! I hope there are more. You can get back in bed by 2pm.

Oh Mr. N. L. Walton!

Sammy brought the Baby Ayler! Babies can come to morning shows!

Harringbone DJing mostly arrogant kid stuff, and a couple of the greats. Flipper and Belle and Sebastian. Also, Nate, how many movies do you watch a day? Stop writing two movie reviews a day and emailing them to your friends, and GO OUTSIDE.

Yeah man, Abe Vigoda for breakfast.

And from the stage to the grill, pancakes for everyone.

Of course haircuts were available for $5.

No Age then, and they were totally possessed.

poofy pompadour.

Oh yeah, this show was taped, and if it sounds ok, there will be some kind of cassette release of it. Teardrops / Mosher Hall split. Yes!

Hats, man.

Pom Pom Moms.

Make a phone call.

No Agers and Mika Miko are leaving for Europe next week. This was an excellent farewell goodbye so long.

The impeccable taste posse.

I Need Someone To Take Some Joy In Something I Do.

Up with freedom! Down with anything that prohibits it!

You're Going To Learn Everything There Is To Learn About Life.

Pat had one night left in town. We went over to Carson Mell's house so we could finish laying out Pat's book, 'Help Yourself Help Yourself' which is going to be another Teardrops release. Our first book!

Nerds. Oh man, go to Carson's website at carsonmell.com and watch 'The Writer'. He is a seriously funny and talented fellow. He made the cover for 'Help Yourself..' look amazing, but you can't see it yet.

Then we went to Chinatown to watch Abe Vigoda bring goodness to a little gallery.

Tick Dent!

Night shades.

Sticker shades.

AJ! The first night I ever saw AJ he was in the middle of Santa Monica Blvd with a mohawk fist fighting with a crying skinhead. They were both drunk on Sparks, and AJ was fighting for the honor of his little sister. It was AWESOME.

Taco truck.

See you next month Pat!

We Will Never Get It Right.

Tomorrow!

Recovery / Delusions, etc.

Dr. Nagjee is back, bashing away at my teeth a little at a time.

Harsh, I know.

Also, tonight, Abe Vigoda are playing in Chinatown somewhere between 9-12. Come down, I'll show you my new smile. I will leave you with something harsher than my tooth..

My brother playing hacky sack at a BBQ!

Did You Learn Who You Are?

Making stuff w/ Sage Vaughn and Jesse Spears.

Red afro. It's a real thing, it's really happening.

Busy busy Summer ahead.

Evolution Summer!

I am not sure, but I don't think Jesse ever stops painting or drawing.

Big spoon, little bowl.

Yeah, I had my safety scissors and my glue stick.

And with a visit from the studio ghost, another night came to a close.

In The End It's Just You In The Dark.

For the first time in over a year, I found myself in a bar. My brother Pat flew in, and I knew he would need some brewskis.

Space traveller.

Heated dice game.

Winning streak for Luis Farfan.

Losing moneys, lost dollars, the agony of defeat.

And the thrill of victory!

Lovers.

At midnight I left for the safety of home. Too many beer wolves.

Say Goodbye To The Past, Because It Just Exploded.

Afternoon party at the one and only, Ooga Booga.

Pete Weiss! Lil' Nate!

Oh it's Elijah Forrest!

A rare shot of Wendy Yao.

Have you ever seen a show at Ooga Booga? It's excellent and awkward and one of my favorite places to see a band.

No parking on the dance floor.

I was already so beat. I am too old to go to as many functions as I did this weekend.

Afterward it was Sopranos (holy shit) and naptime before the Soiled show at the Smell.

Trying to squeeze out even more beer money. You know how jazz guys are.

Jamz and Dean. The best.

David Scott Stone, also the best.

Nate read a poem about Boda Bags, bonus eggs and Batman.

So long boys. Thanks for coming West and giving everyone such a good time!

In Every Dream Home A Heartache.

Aaron and I went over to Della's house again on Sunday morning. As she promised last week, she would not remember me or anything we'd previously talked about. Still, as usual, she was very kind and fun accomadating. We looked through 5 or 6 boxes of prints and had to take a break, as you can only take so much in at one time.

I have been staying incredibly busy. With my relationship turning into a friendship I have to fill that part of me up with something, and better that it should be all inspiration and creation, as that is healthier than pizza and sitcoms and sleep.

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye.

Aska and Nathan. These are the two people who made Babel.

Leona and Zollo. How many of these old Seattle friends are moving to LA?

We will see. They are all of them saying they will be here for good in a month.

I've known all these people for 10 years or more. That happened fast!

Halfway through their show , "I am so drunk. I can hardly stand."

All this and more.

I Can't Get That Monster Out Of My Head.

Nathan Thelen! Home from tour! I went over to his house as his band and my brother's are here for a couple of days. I picked up Baby Brother Nick and took him out to see Mika Miko and No Age.

I had to take a picture of this awesome kid in his homemade Youth Attack shirt.

No Agers.

Get hurt.

It was total full moon fever last night. Upsidedown cars, frantic people everywhere, fights aplenty. Inspiration was also plentiful and I kept getting my mind good and blown.

Mika Miko, holy shit. They kicked me in the head!

Go ahead. Be the greatest thing in the world. Why not?

It is so inspiring in this town right now. Jaded is not happening at all.

At least not here anyway. Not in this community.

And aren't you sick of cynical/jaded art/music culture anyway? Sure you are. It sucks.

More saxaphone in 2007.

People want to go crazy. They do.

This night could have ended and been perfect as it was, but Mika Miko, No Age and Abe Vigoda decided to play at the Alameda Warehouse after midnight and we got some street tacos and went down there.

It's Rene and Bryan! Old dogs out late!

Oh my god. Abe Vigoda played and the night got that much better. They are running some serious Lagos Chop Up undercurrents. So so good.

It was a positive chaos pile everywhere you looked.

Jenna brought me a beer to my perch above.

I let her know that I don't drink.

And like I said earlier, go ahead. Be great. Be better than that. Go ahead.

Oh Mika Miko again! Danger all around!

It was all so close to falling apart.

And it was an entire night overflowing with some of the best stuff I have seen in a long time.

To Help Each Other Survive.

As this awesome and many activitied weekend continues, remember to go to Ooga Booga tomorrow for this, and tomorrow night at the Smell for more of the same.

Someone Blew The Candle Out.

David Jacob Kramer of Kramerica Industries aka Family. He made the mistake last night of asking me why I don't hug him, and now he is going to have to ask me to please stop hugging him.

A rare sighting of James Ross, my skull buddy.

And in an unusually soft and cuddly moment, L.A.'s best rapper Jamz Joliff. Soiled Mattress brought everyone out.

Katie is laughing at his hair.

Hug afterglow.

Thurber.

Schuette.

Little Nate can't really concentrate because he's too busy dreaming up a one liner about 'homemade Kahlua in a Boda Bag'.

Randy Randall, filmist.

Cohen.

The new songs were incredible!

Dean Spunt.

Bonus egg, etc.

Dough butt, etc.

It was a fine night! It could have ended right there, but we went to buy cookies over at Canters and saw..

Rodney Bingenhiemer! The King of the Sunset Strip! He was on a date, as usual. His Sunday night radio show was the first place I ever heard bands like The Screamers, Sonics, Wire, etc..I used to tape them.

I don't think he will ever die.