i wish god were alive to see this

World Heart.

Los Angeles! Tonight @ The Smell you will have the opportunity to welcome home the triumphant conquerors, Chino's favorite son's, the handsome and mighty, ABE VIGODA! Bring flowers to throw at them while playing. Respect.

I Spent A Little Time On The Mountain.

Ooooh look who's home from tour! It's Jenna Thornhill / Mama Choncla back at work.

And Dean and Jennifer are back as well, and we all love free popcorn and friends.

With everybody home the plotting goes into hectic overdrive.

And this is the handshake agreement that begins the official planning beginning of a very special show/invasion of a tropical locale.

Because dreams are born at this movie theater.

I Was Having A Hard Time, Living The Good Life.

Last weekend Cristina said something about having a lifelong dream to shoot a gun, and to shoot it outdoors, covered in mud and wearing a vest. I said that is an attainable goal, and one week later, sans the mud, it was reality.

This guy rented us our guns. He was a big ole' pussycat.

We rented a .45 and a .357.

This is a picture of someone's dream coming true.

Nice tats.

And the vest made it.

I traded in my .357 for the mighty .44 Magnum.

Firearms secured.

I Know Where The Summer Goes.

All The Guys On The Corner Stand Back And Let Her Walk On By.

You best come to Ooga Booga and pay your respects this weekend. 3 years! Yes!

I Try To Shut My Eyes, But I Can't Get Her Out Of My Mind.

I am sorry I couldn't show a little more restraint on this one.

Well You Know I Have A Love, A Love For Everyone I Know.

Arlie / Sweetie turned 35 on Sunday, so it was BBQ city at our house.

For the sake of friendship.

Courtesy of the ladies of the Delilah Bakery.

That big baby in Apple's belly is coming any minute now.

Free your ass and your mind will fall over. Tristan.

Sweetie w/ chicken.

Busted with the Butt Book.

Ingrid is my wife. Sorry Rene.

Meg and Nathaniel.

And DSS. What a handsome pile!

Spears brought Arlie a medal of honor.

Leigh Ledare and Arty Nelson.

Cristina / Chickenhawk.

Singing the birthday song.

Arlie stood up and gave a speech, which was not a suprise to those who know him, and I think I saw a tear in his manly eyes..

Happy birthday pal!

Summer hanging in my room is the new nightclub.

You need only look at this picture of Dan for proof.

The Ocean Is Blue, I Know It's Blue.

Taking the Copenhagen crew to the beach.

And at the beach I got to see Hans' tattoo.

Drip castles.

It was time for a hike.

They were doing a lot of quiet oohing and aahing. New sights!

Jesse dangled from the cliff's edge.

It was indeed a beautiful day at the beach, and getting hotter up there.

So we headed back down for a swim, after which I promptly fell asleep pn the beach and burned the shit out of my feet tops and ankle fronts.

In The Sirens And Silences Now.

I got to pick up my new friends from Copenhagen last night! Hans and May from Denmark were waiting for me in front of the Super 8 motel on Western and Sunset. What a wild and dirty first impression of LA! The heart of crumbling Hollywood!

Bryan came to meet us at Damianos before we went to Family. That fresh faced fellow is Hans.

Then to the Mike Mills video show at Family, where Sammy was already at the end of his rope.

Me w/ Hans and May.

Nate's new zine, 'Cloverland', is done.

Babel and Baby C. Babel just turned 4!

Hi Aska.

Babel and I traded some good natured ribbing over ice cream, but she shut me down when she called me an 'old fag'. She did.

Hans and May with The Sads. Afterward I took them to The Smell, but I have promised to show them the ocean on Saturday and maybe a hike as well. I can't have them thinking that LA is all alleys and sidewalks.

Why Put A New Address On That Same Old Loneliness?

The official theater of the Evolution Summer, The Evolution Cinema. Rare movies on warm nights in secret locations.

Where is this oasis of beauty located? I can't tell you.

Oh it's Luis Farfan, and Hunter the jailbird.

And proud papa to be, Jermey Weiss!

Just in case there is any boo-hooing..Sads tissues.

And if you know how incredible this Teen Angels poster is, then you know.

Movie time! These are stills from Devin Flynn's animated shorts, which had the crowd of 40 howling with laughter.

Uh huh. Stab the Earth.

And then it was time for the main feature of the night, the rare documentary, 80 Blocks From Tiffanys.

It's about two gangs from the Bronx in the late 70's, The Savage Nomads, and The Savage Skulls.

It was so pre hip hop gangster. They all had Nazi helmets and denim vests and snakes and headbands. They quoted Joe Walsh lyrics!

It was, obviously, an incredible film.

Gold rings and a snake.

This guy, he was my favorite guy. All the way.

Dan, post movie glow.

Lil' Nate was screaming with excitement from the bathroom.

Because he discovered a sink face.

And then the big dinner at Greenleaves..When will the next Evolution Cinema take place? And where will it be?

And Behind You, I Have Warned You, There Are Awful Things.

Saturday night at the Hammer Museum. Zineland!

It had been a long time since any of us had found ourselves in Westwood.

Aaron moderated a panel. I scored an old No Mag and an old Slash.

Not a rock concert.

Post panel Popsicles.

And oh, look who's in town! Jessica Hopper!

We got it together to go to Native Foods down the street. It was weird, they sat us in a dark room with scaffolding and open paint buckets. I went and bought candles and the construction site became a bistro. Walking back we bumped into the Family crew.

All this in Westwood on a Saturday night? Really? Yes. Yesssss.

Mr. Sammy Harkham.

Well I Believed Nas When He Said The World Was Mine.

I went to some bullshit Hollywood club to pay tribute to my friends James and Erin aka Brother Reade.

It was a celebration for the release of their new and amazing record, 'Rap Music'.

And though the club and crowd were harsh party dogs, when BR played they got surrounded by all the friends that showed up and it was all worth it.

I felt real proud of the guys. 'Rap Music' is a classic, and if you don't go buy it on itunes or wherever pronto, you are screwing yourself out of a classic of the Evolution Summer.

This girl thought it was a good idea to freak Jimmy, but she was chased off the dancefloor by his real love, Eleanor.

In his Crass shirt, duh.

"D-I-Y til I D-I-E.."

I Sing You A Happy Song.

He Hangs In Crucified Delight Nailed To The Extent Of His Vision.

We visited Terry on the way out of the city.

He has, among other things, a Nan Goldin print in his studio. Nan Goldin blew my mind right out of my ears when I saw her first book, 'The Ballad of Sexual Dependency'. It was like hearing music for the first time or something. It freaked me out to see a picture from that book hanging on his wall!

T.R., always a good hang.

Aaron managed to get on my flight. Yeah! They played the Godfather 1 and 2 on the plane TV. It was like the Christmas day of flights,

5 or 6 hours later.

Back in Western skies.

And back on Western soil.

The Blasting Concept.

Last night in New York. Dinner @ Freeman's.

The gracious hosts.

Cool off, Sweetie.

Jason Dill, now alcohol free.

The decor in the restaurant is my favorite.

This bar would be my dream headboard.

After dinner shred party.

This was the best trip I've had to NYC in years. The vibe is freedom, everywhere I look.

Still smokin'.

Get those pants off buddy. You're clearly overheating.

So Scream And Groan And I'll Scream Too

Another day, another excellent brunch with wonderful friends.

Avi and Keeva. Avious.

Lil' Frankies. Delicious. From brunch we walked over to see California Love play a matinee at the Cake Shop. It was so hot.

So hot I wore my straight edge shorts.

Hi Melissa.

So hot you just had to sit in the shade and wait it out.

Wait it out and get ready for the next meal. Summer in the city.

We Introduced My Child Bride To Whisky And Gin.

7th to last shot. 6 weeks to go. whoop! Whoo whoo!

And I Walked Away From Everything I Leaned On

OK. I was lucky enough to wiggle into the BOA DRUM 77 rehearsal a couple of hours before the show. It was just the rehearsal, and within about 15 seconds I was covered in goose bumps and laugh crying overwhelmed.

This is just another sign to me that The Boredoms, and Eye, are magic. Total magic. They are beyond music.

Brian D. / Aaron R.

It was still early but the feeling in the air was electric. The park holds 4,000 people, and 15,000 RSVP'd. It was as if the Millenium actually started yesterday. It took a while, but yeah, yesterday!

Also, hip hop died yesterday. Rap music will live on, and be strong, but you can kiss hip hop goodbye.

Soft Circle.

Nate made the shorts.

Mark brought the cookies.

First Nation.

Rita Ackerman looks like one of her paintings come to life.

I looked up along the Brooklyn Bridge and there were hundreds of people who couldn't get in up there watching. I kind of wish I had been up there to take pictures. Mine are not doing this thing justice. The scope was too big!

It was finally starting. 7 / 7/ 7. 77 drummers. 77 minutes. 7 as far as the eye could see.

The drummers were set up in a giant spiral. I was vibrating. Amazing.

Eye was conducting, and playing that weird 7 necked guitar thing with sticks.

77 minutes felt like 4 hours, but in the best way. I felt lost and crazy. The entire park was ecstatic by the end.

Yoshimi from Boredoms. I don't know anyone who has spent more than 30 seconds around her who isn't totally in love with her.

The new world. Far and away one of the best days ever. Borestock! Fuck! Welcome to the new millenium!

And Avi, the trooper, after finishing his drumming duties ran over to the after party and set up to immediately play an excellent Soiled Mattress set. Yeah!

The room had a crazy residual hum. Magic hum. Everyone seemed totally content and high. We had all, after all, just been transported to the Sun.

Mark rethinking things.

And Sean Reveron back on Earth as well.

And so the straight edge crew stumbles home the long way.

Changed forever. Again. The changes keep coming, and it keeps getting better.

It Could Only Be Heard By Your New Friend.

We went to Peasant last night for the olive pile and friendships sake.

Endless ham, this Aviram.

Oh shit. Lil' Nate Harringbone.

The Champ / Babe.

Evolution Summer is all around. Can you feel it?

And then we all said goodnight because everyone wanted to be well rested for this-

7 / 7 / 7 ! Boardrum 77 ! Boredoms! Today is going to be incredible!

I'll Keep It With Mine.

After Mark got off work and we met up with Avi for record shopping and food tour.

Memos.

This is the ladder you take down through a hole in the floor to Hospital. It's a noise / black metal store, and you really do need to take a ladder into it. Not kidding.

Avi is too much of a ham for the basement if you ask me..

This is the Hospital overlord, Dominick. Serious!

Back upstairs, back into the light.

Got a slice at Demarcos, which may be the best i've ever had.

Look how happy I am with pizza. Please don't take my pizza away!

I guess someone got shot to death here last month? Even with perfect pizza, people die.

And then dinner had to happen..More to come..

It Was A Pleasure Then.

Watt-A-Melons!

Other Music has The Sads, 2 No Age, and the Abe Vigoda records on display! Yeah!

Much to Marks horror, I found him at work in Union Square and took his picture. Now maybe some of you kids on the Youth Attack message board will stop whining about the price of his records. He works 50-70 hours a week giving out samples to ungrateful commuters just so you can own Altars and Aerosols 7"s.

It's The Banquet Of A Starving Girl.

Travel day today.

Ferry from Bainbridge to Seattle. Cab to airport.

Land, cab to city, go to Mark and Lauren's.

Mark and I walked to Supper, but they were closing so we went to Lil' Frankies.

And who walks in but Arlie. My roommate. What the hell are the chances.

The lights of the city!! Mark and I went home and he showed me some of his new drawings. These pics don't do them justice. They are unbelievable.

Amazing. Mark McCoy. King Drawer, all hail. More tomorrow. NYC! Alright!

Spread Your Bloody Wings And Fly.

Post taco 4th of July destruction/carnage.

Drunken.

Also drunken.

Exploding brother.

Even Mom walks through the fire in this family.

And Then I Will Have Earned My Permanant Smile.

When I Was A Boy I Used To Get Into It Bad.

We made a run across the bridge to the reservation, where fireworks are legal and cheap!

We took the green van, and listened to Yaz!

The nice patriotic helper lady.

We bought the 'Wizard Bastard Rambo' box of exploding devices.

And drove over to Poulsbo to pick up some pies.

Sad cookies.

One apple/one rasberry.

Everything You Touch Becomes A Crutch.

Busy busy Gus, ready to party.

He wanted to play the drums again!

And then Nick came in and their band rehearsed. They are called 'Ratatouie'.

And then tennis. It's not even 11am at this point.

And there is finally a Kombucha spot on the island!

Naptime was fast approaching..

Oh How I Enjoy The Light.

Drove to the airport, flew to Seattle, taxi downtown, ferry to the Island, and after all that I get to the Dewitt compound and my Dad and Brother are struggling with a window installation.

A typical scene.

Baby Brother Nick!

Nick's new van. Wow!

BBQ, of course.

Dad, Mom.

But where is Baby Gus?

Yeah! Here he is!

And he has a drum set!

It's good to be back home.

If The Heavy Metal Boys Or The Boys In Blue, Don't Like The Look Of You, You Better Watch Out.

It took 3 days to complete the carnage.

Dan Monick.

Apple and my new nephew.

Evolution Summer. It is, man.

Why am I so into triangles? I don't know!

Ingrid Allen, whom I love so much.

Anton Schneider.

Do not forget.

DSS.

He played in our room for four hours. Amazing.

Gwendalyn and Max Action.

Reese, the worlds biggest 5 year old.

Baby Anthony, my son, back from Japan.

Immaculate skinhead w/ Fred Perry wreath on throat.

Oh fucking Azazel looking so good. Man, I had that bell's Palsey a few years ago and he is doing right just going out and being there. Aza! It will heal, and you look bad ass all crooked and pirate.

And then there were these guys.

Particularly this guy!

Cupping!

Sage Vaughn, Jesse Spears, and the balls.

Full moon fruit break at EXP lake.

The breakdown.

And I am just now packing to go see my little nephew Baby Gus in Washington. This is all happening now. Summertime.