i wish god were alive to see this

Oh, The Greater Things.

First things first, Small Breed is playing at The Smell tonight, first, early. Like at 9pm. So don't make the mistake of missing that.

And after Small Breed, trot on over to the Cha Cha for a very special White Doggie, where we will be celebrating Aaron Rose's birthday. What a night!

Bubble Butt.

Mike P. and Patrick O. gave a talk on photography stuff.

Part of a series of events that this guy curated. Another thing about this guy, it's his birthday today and my life is better because he is my friend. Happy birthday pal!

Jenna got new glasses.

World of Warcraft.

And this is my view from the audience.

Signs Of Life.

Los Hamgeles.

I am really beside myself with excitement over the Hamburger Eyes show that we will be presenting at Hope Gallery this Saturday, May 3rd.

Relax And Wait For The Answer.

Juan slowly and steadily becoming a goth.

Michael crashing his bicycle and wrecking his hands.

We were having a special edition of White Doggie at the 6th st. Warehouse for the release party of the latest issue of The Fader.

Guy, master mime.

Chris and Jessica drinking free Bass. Chris has a Chain Of Strength 'True Til Death' tattoo.

Bass Jackson.

Abe Vigoda played.

My best guys showed up.

Channeling Sisters Of Mercy?

A lot of serious photographer folks.

Wendy Yao and Anh Do.

Small Breed.

Reggie is almost too beautiful.

We played so much Grace Jones. That's one reason why everyone looks so happy.

How much Grace?

Grace fifteen times.

David and Aaron clearly under the spell of Ms. Jones.

Fantasy BBQ

Tomorrow afternoon you simply must attend the vegan BBQ at Rany Randall's House. Not only will there be so much fun, frolic and food, but there will also be chances to appear in the new No Age video.

822 N. Fuller
LA CA
90046

2pm - later

Axe To Wood, In Ancient Time, Man Machine, Power Line.

Sound check at The Los Angeles Public Library. No Age and Mika Miko playing at the library? Yes.

The Mark Taper Auditorium filled up rapidly.

Library security were unwavering in their insistence that people remain in their seats.

My camera is still broken. I have it rigged with a toothpick to take pictures.

After Mika Miko we went outside only to be told we couldn't come back in.

They wouldn't even let little Coseme in!

Spent.

Finally managed to sneak past the little angry security man at the back door.

Tamed.

Also, Randy was incredibly sick at this show, unable to speak in anything other than an almost imperceptible growl.

Patriots.

Two kids who spit in the eye of the man and refused to sit down.

Also of note: Jenna's parents had never seen her play until this show.

Sparks Will Fly When The Whistle Blows.

Remember that tonight's White Dog will be at the 6th Street Warehouse for a Fader release party with Abe Vigoda playing and all the usual White Doggie hits. Scroll down a couple of posts to the flyer and RSVP.

Had God Brought Us Out Of Egypt And Not Supported Us In The Wilderness It Would Have Been Enough!

The Passover Seder.

Have you ever been to a Seder? No? Oh, you simply MUST attend one sometime.

A brief Seder descrip: Families and friends gather around the table on the nights of Passover to read one of the many versions of the Haggadah, the story of the Israelite exodus from Egypt. Seder customs include drinking of four cups of wine, eating matza and partaking of symbolic foods placed on the Passover Seder Plate. The Seder is a intergenerational family ritual.

I've been to a ton of Jewish holidays, Seder is one of my faves, and this was the best Seder ever.

Brother Nick looking nervous at his first Seder.

He didn't know that newcomers had to wear The Ceremonial Chicken Headwear.

If ,like myself, you don't drink, this delicious Kedem grape juice can be used to replace the wine.

Big Mike Thornhill busted out his fiddle.

And was immediately accompanied by the magic sounds of crystal goblets.

The soothing sound.

The Seder is integral to Jewish faith and identity. If not for the Exodus, as explained in the Haggadah, the Jewish people would still be slaves in Egypt. Therefore, the Seder is an occasion for praise and thanksgiving and for re-dedication to the idea of liberation. Often the Seder goes on until late at night, with the participants reading the Haggadah, studying the meaning of various passages, and singing special Passover songs.

Dessert. This is an unleavened chocolate almond torte that Jenna and I made, and I am quite proud of it.

Even Mr. C got into the spirit of things! Da, Dayeinu!

You Were Right About The Stars.

My birthday in Palm Springs.

35. Nice legs. Party teeth.

At dinner, we found a large hunk of gum in Jenna's locks.

The hostess brought us scissors.

I love Palm Springs. I love the stuck in a time warp feeling of it, I love all the old people, I love the desert. I was so happy the moment we arrived and I am planning on coming here way more often. I had no phone and no computer and I was free as a birdie.

Tropical hotdog night.

Like two flamingos in a fruit fight.

We got dressed up to drive into the Palm Springs night and get some birthday dessert.

And ended up at Marie Callendars.

The biggest dessert available.

I was very conscious at this point that I was having the best birthday ever. Really.

The next morning we packed up our villa at the Palm Mountain Resort, and headed out to Joshua Tree.

Where we had reserved room 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn, aka the room that Gram Parsons died in. I was hoping for a haunting.

The G.P. shrine, where people leave mangos [i don't know why], cigs and mostly tequila and doobs.

I'd never been to Joshua Tree before. The High Desert is a revelation, and I will return.

Marmaloo.

Desert shoes. The thrift shopping was tremendous. I was getting followed around one such store when an older gay gentleman told me that I should have myself pickled when I die to preserve my tattoos, and then said to me, "Maybe I can pickle you. I would be tickled pink to pickle you!"

And then Jenna saved me.

Into Joshua Tree National Park.

Which truly is amazing. It is, like they say, being on Mars.

Movie Mars.

Later on we drove out to Pioneer Town, home to this place, Pappy and Harriet's. It's a restaurant/bar/honky tonk type of place that was a whole adventure unto itself, with excellent food. I will also be returning there. In the morning we drove home and both got depressed at the prospect of returning to responsibilities. Who wants to pay me to live in Palm Springs 6 months a year? Think about it.

I Put A Spell On You.

You Would Never Believe That She'd Tasted Royalty And Fame.

I Can't Dance.

The Sads played at the Agnes B store. When I walked in I noticed that my camera was broken, so these are broken down camera pics, taken with the aid of a Jew's harp.

They played this new song that was over fifteen minutes long and sounded like a life that is falling apart at the seams.

Babel and Audio were there, going nuts in a way that had to be seen to be believed. Kids with so much energy that actually seem to be in pain from it.

I need some of that energy!

I'm so excited for new Sads. This excellent show indicated some wild new direction! I have a rough unmixed CD of it in my car. I can think of a few people who are going to email me and ask for a copy..Sammy.

The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves.

This is going to be something special.

And For You, Here's A Love Song.

Cranky.

Thumb mic.

Bowls or balls?

Humble Pie.

And Brothers. I just got back from the High Desert. I left my computer behind, and I broke my camera. Reports forthcoming, welcome home.

So Hold Me Tight On The Dancefloor Tonight.

So today I am 35, and we are going driving off deep into the dessert to climb rocks ond catch lizards and swim in pools, and as a gift from me to me I am leaving my computer at home.

See you later alligator.

Like I Do.

And also,

how great are those new fives?

Can't Nobody Love You Like I'm Loving You Baby.

Making Love In America.

Secrets going on at Dan Monick's studio.

Michael Vidal knows the secret.

The hose off.

Juan Afraid.

Skeleton.

Beavis.

Mr. Smooth, David Reichardt.

This shrewd dude makes a mean sandwich.

But there were no sandwiches being made on this day of secrets.

Instead, there was a mess being made.

A big mess!

More details, better pictures, all coming later.

It's a suprise.

Star Wars Today.

Aaron curated a photo show.

And Mika Miko played it, way up high in the sky.

Baby C, back in town, and DSS, about nine days in on the Master Cleanse.

Curtis.

Kate Hall, high up in sky. I told you so.

There was a lot of 'sneaker heads' at the show. Isn't sneaker culture weird? Why so obsessed with sneakers? And why do you iron and starch your giant t-shirts? It makes you look like an adult baby. Sneaker collectors remind me of Star Wars collectors. How they used to be. Rare Nikes = Boba Fett.

All hail the Beast.

Later that night, Dan hacked that beard clean off.

May The Lines Sag Heavy And Deep Tonight.

Tonight at White Dogge we will also be celebrating my 35th birthday. 10 - 2. Make and wear your own White Dog shirt and I will be thrilled beyond measure.

I Don't Know No Shame, I Feel No Pain.

New Prized Sweatshirt.

Standing ovation for Sheid's new Dead shirt.

Jew's Harp. A small taste of the delish White Dog. Tomorrow it happens again.

The Fire That Lights Them.

Bowling alley in Eagle Rock.

Neon bowlers.

Mika Miko and Jay Reatard in the bowling alley bar, and a Wrangler Brutes t-shirt.

The Beat Goes On.

Rene, at one point in time voted 'most likely to die very soon' by most everyone, celebrated a healthy and happy 34th birthday.

Happy birthday old friend.

Peach. Plum. Pear.

Scheid, back in LA.

I Settle Up Closer And Warmer To Her.

Oh look at this! Beau and Mr. C.

A perfect canine tube.

X-ray eye.

Hair as silken as God's own.

The Old Man.

And The Baby. A couple of smoothies if ever there were.

Little Darlings.

I got to be in a group show at Tiny Creatures and look who was there - Blackie!

Justin's son, Bowie. Very handsome!

Eat that Sads record like it was candy.

Co-curator of the night, the 'Thunder From Down Under', David Kramer.

Raw foodist / Not Not Funner.

Intense.

Inside - Too crowded

And Pocahaunted played.

They performed 'Liquid Swords' from Gza in it's entirety.

And it was perfect.

Goodnight.

The Moment I Wake Up, Before I Put On My Makeup, I Say A Little Prayer For You.

I got a colonic.

Is that so Los Angeles to the rest of the World?

I think it might be.

I am willing to go to great lengths to detoxify.

The entire procedure lasted about an hour.

And afterwords I felt like I could fly.

I Can See Most Everything.

It happened.

Final touches, day of the show. Luke painting the perfect sign.

The night before, the power got shut off. Galleries need power. They need lights. So when I got the call that the power was shut off I became very nervous and sweaty, sweaty like magic. I suddenly realized that neither David or I had ever bothered to switch the DWP into our name. I had nightmares about power all night, I woke up every 30 minutes or so worried about it, but by noon the day of the show the power was back on. Whew!

I'm crazy about it.

The two trays of mini cupcakes came courtesy of Delilah's Bakery. Fresh baked! Thanks Delilah's! The beer came from the beer store.

Ready?

And start.

These guys.

Camille got that manicure she needed.

The Times / The Rockers.

Crowded fast.

Running with a fast crowd.

Luke and Sarah from Sumi Ink Club are also magical music makers called Lucky Dragons. They started setting up on the sidewalk.

Randy and Becca and the new Leica.

Lucky Dragons.

Actual pictures of real magic.

MAGIC IS REAL.

Jumping Jacks.

Thank you to everyone who came, thank you to Sumi Ink Club and Lucky Dragons for trusting us to do this right.

There are eight months left in 2008, eight more shows to do.

So let's go.