i wish god were alive to see this

And Oh, What Tales We Will Have Come Morning.

White Dog is beginning to writhe uncontrollably. Like one thousand common silkworms in a mixing bowl.

Australian Silkworm.

Hetero man, devoid of emotion.

Oh hi Andrew Clark.

Writhe, Randy Randall, writhe.

Arlie don't writhe but I think he should.

He who writhed the hardest.

Hotdog.

Fruit cup.

Top of the ponytail to you.

Symbols Of Truth.

Joanne Oldham

Ashley Macomber

Just two samples of the incredible group show, 'Thank You', at Family tonight at 8pm. Come down and help Family celebrate one year in business!

And I'll Have You And You'll Have Me.

Oh Darling, it's White Dog tonight at the Cha Cha. 10 - 2. Step into the light.

I Know Nothing And I'm Overjoyed.

Birthday dinner.

For Anton.

35 years.

And Camille crawling around underneath the table.

As is the usual.

Tell Me What You'd Like To Hear Me Sing.

Various from the last few days.

At the El Rey for the No Age / Liars show.

Somebody is getting PRETTY popular!

Polishing up the gallery, getting it ready for a special event that we will refer to here as 'Beast Feast'. March 7-9. Deets forthcoming.

Nate Walton 'helping' me.

Taylor's Steakhouse. Go there. It's like eating butter, everything like butter.

And this happened. It did. Burgled.

OK. Universal City Walk. Diary Of The Dead.

Horse shit. Romero blew it.

But what a beautiful lobby.

And what a beautiful life.

Nothing Is A Mistake.

Sister Corita in Berlin! The Sads in Berlin! Berliners rejoice!

So. Do You Want To Be The Baby? Or Do You Want To Be The Boss?

I don't want to sound boastful, but White Dog was a runaway success.

Happy disc jockeys.

Leather and Veal Silk, the silk of baby spiders.

Great Hall, one of the first to get on board the White Dog Expressway.

Lipstick on your collar.

Gay much?

Guest DJ and fine dancer David Kramer.

Starting to rage, because that's what happens when Camille arrives.

Speaking of raging, I can't begin to describe how uncomfortable this lady from Juarez was making me. A drunken,space invader with moony bedroom eyes. The fear I felt was genuine.

Camille fanatic.

New friends.

Born to be cheap!

Told you he was a fine dancer.

Tiny dots of paint.

Lot's of Grace Jones. And Divine, Beat Happening, Judy Garland, Reagan Youth, Leonard Cohen, etc..You know. That good music.

Oh it's DJ Pro Skater Kevin Spanky Long.

So now you know what to do on Wednesday nights.

See you there.

Would You Stay If She Promised You Heaven?

These are a few real film pictures I took in the last month. Pocahaunted.

Britt and Amanda, Pocahaunted at Neon Commune.

Jenna @ the Los Angeles Gun Club.

David Kramer.

Jesse and Aaron.

Brendan / Disaster @ The Smell.

Kevin.

Juan and Robert @ the Bronson Ditch.

Arlie and Aska @ Neon Commune.

Jamz F. Kennedy @ Jesse's opening.

Juan Valasquez and Aaron Rose @ Hope.

Taylor and Luke.

Sean Reveron and Dann Gallucci.

And Dean on the new half pipe.

It Is A Fine Thing And It Is A Good Thing.

The Seasons Of My Life.

Well this is going to be a pretty important night!

Climbed A Mountain And I Turned Around.

Drinkers! Follow Kevin's example! When he knows he is going to be boozy, he rides the bus.

Eating that good mexican food in Montrose.

Went to the 6th st. Warehouse to see Wooden Shjips.

Reggie just before he broke his wrist. Will Abe V have to cancel all shows for a month? Get well soon Reggie!

Diet Sparks after his margaritas. That is why he rides the bus.

Later on at the new semi secret spot, Camille is showing off our lottery tickets. 220 million. As good as won.

And sisters and a white dog.

The new look and the Bext shorts.

I think Jesse's show at the Berdhouse Gallery is down, and that means that the unsold pieces are available for purchase directly from her. Do not sleep on this opportunity. Buy now or kick yourself later!

Thee Butt.

The new semi secret spot has a jazz singer and a pianist.

And yes, she takes requests.

Definitely riding the bus later.

Juan handling all female energy.

Notice the cold shark like eyes? Devoid of all feeling? True hetero.

Truly.

That old gay Buttertooth.

I see a bus ride in their future.

Post-Crazation Glow.

Trust.

The Number Of The Beaxt.

And now the new Wednesday thing, White Dog. We will play records and you will drink and do whatever awful stuff it is that you do whilst drunk and listening to Fleetwood Mac and Grace Jones. At the Cha Cha, Wedenesday's, 10-2. Wear a robe, get a prize.

Attention Italians And Rich People.

This show is a no brainer. And as if the opening weren't enough, The Sads will be performing as well! Lucky Italians and lucky rich people who can fly there!

Tell The Sads I miss them.

Everyday Life Is Only An Illusion Behind Which Lies The Reality Of Dreams.

Mouth smile. Chin smile. Beard smile. So many smiles.

My friends Mary and Annie came to town. Annie is a band called St. Vincent and they played at the Echoplex.

St. Vincent were great, and though Mary and I see very little of each other in human real time, the moments when we do are very rich indeed.

Later on Jenna and I found these giant furry balls on the sidewalk.

Like I Am Here, And I Am Still Here.

Oh It's that good butter. Butter moat beneath the grits.

Valentimes butter.

Hooked on that sweet whipped stuff.

Too much butter for someone. Someone got the butter shakes and had to go outside and walk it off.

Eclipse.

I've seen the butter and the damage done.

Neighbors - "C'mon Honey, take a picture!"

Valentime eggs.

Suprise smashing eggs.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes to all of it.

I Need More Money Because I Need More Drugs.

It is completely without thought.

And We Are Not Even Close To Being Through.

Weird night at The Smell the other night. MTV there filming The Gossip. All kinds of shockers walking around.

There were some good guys there as well of course.

All five Mika Miko's got 818 tattoos.

The magnificent John Weise played first. A lot of the Mtv attendees were confused.

And for the 25 minutes he played I was in love with him.

Camille and Daniel.

Oh who played next?

That old white dog play fight, Mika Miko.

Like Mattie Ross five times over.

And that was enough for me. Tired of the high shocker quotient, I left before The Gossip played. Goodnight everyone.

Bruises.

He Arranges Them Every Which Way.

New bathroom at The Smell gets it's first makeover.

Jexxe Judy mixing and prepping.

Sidetracked. Eyeballs on the chair.

Uh oh.

As a matter of fact, yes, I am proud of this.

New eyes in the old bathroom.

We didn't finish. Next week. But you could go to check out that sweet new bathroom tonight and see the show that I can't tell you about that starts at 9 and will most certainly sell out.

That Great And Perfect Part.

Flowers and champagne for the birthday girl.

And dinner at Ye Olde HMS Bounty.

So green, so green.

Clamshell butter dish.

Mother.

Father.

That funny old fellow Michael Vidal, in his K-Town bedroom, which was soon to be transformed into the party zone.

Champagne and chanclas.

Flesh Diamonds.

Husband and Wife.

Baby C.

Reggie.

I taught Juan the proper way to open a bottle.

Shake it violently, pop the top and immediately place your mouth over the bottle so as not to spill any on the floor.

And here, caught in picture, the happiest moment of his young life.

Getting looser.

Chanclas on the dancefloor.

This is a kind of sneak peak at the Abe V music video. Kind of.

Totally great.

Genuine happiness.

Gift from bear to cub.

Clavin bearing gifts. Juan reaching the point of crazation.

This is for Crooked Arm.

The perfect part.

Private dancer.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Another ice cream cake, another candle blowout.

Eat it! Everyone eat it!

Dancing shoes. All night long. I want to mention that I drank one Red Bull and a number of O'Douls, which seem to have acted as a placebo. I was dancing to Daft Punk at 1am, and I suffered from a hangover the next day.

It was really great. Juan wasn't the only one who was as happy as a king.

The true point of crazation. One of them anyway. Happy birthday my friend.

Somewhere In The Future I Am Remembering Today.

As happy as a king, Juan prepares for his first tattoo.

His design choice? A drawing he did himself of the center of the Mexican flag.

Bextside.

Almost done. He didn't cry as his Mother predicted, but his palms were very sweaty.

And there it is. Flawless execution. I wish I would have chosen so well at his age. I particularly like that snakes fat bottom.

In the spirit of things I got one as well. Behind the ear.

Trickle.

Robert wanted, and got, a doberman.

I should mention Craig, the shop owner and tattooist. He is excellent and funny and nice to be around and that is a rarity at tattoo studios, which are generally inhabited by assholes. For a nicer experience, visit Craig at American Electric in Silverlake.

Doberman.

Woof. The further adventures of Juan's birthday will continue tomorow.

It's The Light In Things That Makes Them Last.

And today my little sister Juan Valasquez is 22. Happy birthday babe!

I Sleep Right On The Edge.

Triumph Of Lethargy Skinned Alive To Death. Coming soonish on 12".

Too Many Drinks And Too Much John Wayne.

So I saw Rambo, saw it in the dome. The theater was almost empty, like maybe 15 people, and as the wild Rambo ride came to an end, and the credits rolled, who materialized out of the darkness but David Kramer. Australians love Rambo too. He is glowing.

Sylvester Stallaone's mug is so intense. So pumped full of growth hormone. Seeing him on screen is like going to a freak show.

Next door Juan is hard at work at Amoeba. This is an actual angry customer flip off moment. Probably mad that they can't get a discount on that $200 peaches record behind him.

And the grease on these burger hands is just about to make me puke everytime I look at it.

And She Never Came To The Phone, She Was Always In The Bath.

Italy! The Sads are coming to play your beautiful country!

Dates are forthcoming, but this is soon, like next week soon. Project the fantasy.

I Never Understood My Failings Then And I Hide My Humble Hopes Now.

Eating burritos at the Cha Cha.

Hiding from the karaoke.

Talking about the big issues. AIDS and Manual Labor.

In other news the lights are being installed in the gallery today. By this time next week we might be 'open'.

Kramer and I have some touch up painting to do in there first. Anyone want to help?

She Danced With Me And I Still Hold That Memory.

The new Family window by Raphael Lyon was unveiled. It is amazingly intricate, touch and movement sensitive and musical. Pictures don't do it justice.

Go see it yourself, at night. Get down on your knees and press your ear against the little purple holes.

The forbidden lair upstairs at Family. Where cartooning is king.

Staring lustily at Sammy's scanner? Me too. Family curated a group show that's coming up, and I was sneaking a peak at some of the works coming in. I guarantee, minds will be blown.

Raphael Lyon, AKA Mudboy.

Life was in session on this cold Sunday night.

And back inside Amanda was giving away raw vegan desserts that were so good I would have stolen the whole trays if I could have gotten away with it.

Right David Scheid?

And my vote for cutest couple, Clare and Reggie. Reggie who is still trying to decide which career path to choose. Keep those offers pouring in people!

I'll Never Forget The First Day I Met Her.

Pop Up. I am obsessed.

You Started This Fire Down In My Soul.

Hi.

Want to go for a walk?

Did you ever expect such a Frankenstein?

What bracing weather we've been having!

Inspired by Northern Sky 1991.

When the Norweigan black metal scene was innocent, when Euronymous and Varg were still friends.

Lord Of Chaos.

Anyway, it's been really exciting, this weather. Crisp! Prime walk/hike time.

These are happy, hibernating, power up, resting and readying times.

The World Just Grew Up Around Him.

Cantor's World Famous Deli.

The World's Greatest Sinner?

Tonight at Family the new window installation will be unveiled, and Mudboy and Megafuckers are playing. 8pm. See you there.

I'm Wrapped Up In A Dream World.

Juan admiring Jimmy's new look.

Young Lions.

We went to a party.

And there was this Santa pinata shadowing Juanny's every move.

The unmistakable scent of trash.

You Got Me Going Stoned Out Of My Mind.

As they say, the fever broke. I am interested again in the world and the people in it. Let's party.