i wish god were alive to see this

Teaching Yourself Not To Be Afraid.

Street Corner Hustler's Blues.

Because I Stay High, Like A Telephone Pole.

Nobody Sees Me Like You Do.

Somebody got a golden microphone.

Young gentlemen from the Seattle suburbs, Seahouse.

And from the self same suburb and joining them on tour, Shed.

These two are playing a show on a bed, in a bedroom, in West Covina tonight.

Small Breed. When evening and brutality collide.

I'd-like-to-know-where-you-got-the-no-tion.

Sit.

Finest silk culottes, rusted pumpkin silk top. SILK

So then Abe Vigoda played their last show before leaving on an epic North America tour journey.

People of America, people of Canada, you have a chance this summer to meet Juan.

You have a chance to meet Reggie.

And a chance to meet Michael. You may even be lucky enough to meet David, who loves a good sandwich, but is initially a little bit shy.

Be gentle.

Oh, Don't Let's Ask For The Moon. We've Already Got The Stars.

Robert W. Wolfe. A clean and mindful young man.

Small Breed were playing 'live' on KXLU.

Try and figure these out.

Taskmaster.

Duct tape can make anything feel brand new.

Taskmaster, another side of.

Three new songs.

The room had an odor of victory.

Young men from the suburbs of Seattle, memebers of Shed and Seahouse on tour.

It looks like we may be losing Robert for a while. He has a grandmother up north who needs taking care of. What a good boy!

"I'm gonna cut you right there."

"Oh Noo!"

Courage And Grace, A Formidable Mixture.

I know this bird.

Like The First Men.

Tomorrow.

You Go To My Head, And You Linger Like A Haunting Refrain.

And I Find You Spinning Round In My Brain, Like The Bubbles In A Glass Of Champagne.

Sailing.

Yesterday around 5 pm the thermometers around the Palm Desert read 124 degrees, which I'm pretty sure is impossible.

All You Hippies Better Start To Face Reality.

Mr. Sam McPheeters.

Ms. Jessica Hopper.

On Thursday, June 26th at 7:30 pm these two will be doing dramatic readings of their writings at the Hope Gallery. 1547 Echo Park Ave., FREE, and certain to be exciting.

The Future Belongs To Those Who Prepare For It Today.

Jet lag is wreaking havoc on poor Jenna.

But I'm so happy she's home. We will be spending the weekend in Palm Springs, sunning ourselves like fucking lizards.

We're Coming Out Of A Black Patch.

More film shots of The Sads coming next week when they get developed.

But You're Just Like Me, And You Can't Make It Easy.

Now You're On Your Knees, Begging Someone To Lead You.

Protective scooter bra/tit helmet.

A New Kind Of Sad.

Luke gave me the new Lucky Dragons record. I recommend you get it immediately.

Speaking of important people and things, Roach has been laying out THREE new Teardrops records for me. I will wait to tell you what they are. It is a suprise.

And still speaking of important going's on, we were all in Westwood for the very first Sads silent performance on the West Coast!

The room was decked out head to toe in floral fantasy.

A beauty to behold.

Get your headphones! There were only 80 sets of headphones and they did the entire show twice to accomadate.

I listened to the first show with headphones, and for the second I just circled the silent room like a shark and took pictures. Both sets were incredible.

Baby C.

Feeling proud of my friends again!

If you are presented with the opportunity to see/hear this, you simply must.

Thank you, Aaron, David, Aska and Nick.

Where The American Dream Comes Too True.

Oh how I love to drive out into the desert.

And get into, and stay under, water.

Desert heat is the best heat. 108 degrees at 9am.

We, a bunch of dudes, rented a seven bedroom house in Palm Springs to have a bachelor party for our friend Mike Semple.

Dylan Haley, swimming in such a way that his hair stays dry.

Semple. Soon to be married. I realized on this trip that Mike looks an awful lot like Sheriff Harry Truman from Twin Peaks.

Roof Rats.

Rene holds his nose.

Holy Diver.

Renfair in blue.

Around midnight we went to the casino.

And I didn't lose too much money.

The next morning Andy taught Maybe to swim.

It was a real scorcher.

Man Soup.

Hungry eyes.

Burn prevention.

Blow some smoke on it.

Congratulations buddy.

And then I was gone.

Return To The Garden Of Earthly Delight.

I Want You, I Need You.

Diaz and Azazel in front of Echo Curio.

DSS was playing, you see.

Hopper and Vidal.

Monique.

Modelo.

Oh! And look who's home for the weekend! My Baby Brother!

Unidentified Frozen Object.

David played last, and it was worth the wait, of course.

Bone jarring.

He actually made some noise that was so loud and sudden that my flesh turned cold and the hair on the back of my head stood up. Very disorienting AND soothing at once.

That Old Black Magic's Got Me In It's Spell, That Old Black Magic That I Know So Well.

I miss you, Marmaloon.

Ring The Alarm.

New film pictures. Clearly.

Never Lose Faith In The Man.

Fax it.

Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday.

Down at the laundromat, that's where it's at.

Who knew laundry could be so much fun?

With the new house comes a new lifestyle. The laundromat. The orange one.

And you can play 'Dig Dug' while you wait.

And 'Cruisin'.

'The Old Man Smiled'.

The new shoes that look like teddy bear feet.

Happy eyes.

The next night, wanting to do something special before Jenna left for Japan, we borrowed Aaron's scooter and took to the roads of the City.

It was like a dream.

Chains.

It Is Perfect At Every Moment.

Jessica Hopper exhibiting her team spirit at the Smell breakfast show.

All sold out at 11:30.

Good morning Jordan.

Abe Vigoda in the early light of dawn.

Reggie's look is becoming perfectly honed before my very eyes.

Clare, Jenna and Randy. Dancers.

Babes.

Good morning Bob.

Juan's family entire was there.

Mika Miko.

Last LA show before they tour Japan.

06-14 Tokyo, Japan - Liquid Room
06-15 Matsumoto, Japan - Alecxi
06-16 Osaka, Japan - Sunsui #
06-17 Kyoto, Japan - Urbanguild
06-18 Nagoya, Japan - KD Japon
06-19 Tokyo, Japan - O-Nest

Lucky Japan!

And if you live in Japan, and you want to give me a gift, I really want an old GISM 'Anarchy Violence' t shirt. Give it to Jenna and she will give it safe passage back to me.

The consumate professional. Dan Monick.

Interviews.

No Age, back home.

Back home and better than ever.

It was all over by 2:30.

So Help Me.

When I Saw You Last Night My Heart Turned To Gold.

The Ron Rege / Becky Stark opening happened. This drummer girl got mad at me for taking her picture.

Early birdies Baby C and Mike.

Mike and Spike.

Road dog.

Aaron is walking with a cane, Mike is practicing his posing.

The happy room.

Yohanna brought her new baby boy, Remy. Congratulations!

Becky and Ron.

And old Rene.

Pete Weiss and long lost friend Shayla.

When it gets this hectic I generally start shutting down.

Back in the gallery.

The Mystical Unionists.

First performance in years.

Maybe the only band quiet enough that my hateful upstairs neighbor won't complain about.

And Los Angeles, thank you for your support!

Congratulations On Reaching Peace On Earth.

Level headed David Kramer, who as of last week is a Target model.

Becky Stark with the pink wrapping papered door.

Ron has nearly 100 pieces hanging in the gallery.

Model pout.

Dream coat, it will figure prominently all month in the gallery scene.

Bob's Market, the place to go for Lucky Strikes and canned corn.

The crooked wall.

This is where shoes go to die. An alley in Angelino Heights.

Back at Hope, the deadline approaches, the clock ticks.

Ron Rege Jr.

How will these little guys figure in to everything?

Later on there was a car crash in front of Pescado Mojado.

I Just Want To Hold You Close.

Something to whet your whistle. The tiniest glimpse, just a suggestion really, of what is getting set up, put up and installed at the gallery right now. Saturday night. Doozy Utopia.

I Have Nothing Here To Sell You, Just Some Things That I Will Tell You.

Nature Concentrated.

Robert and Jenna playing the pork snooter and getting ready to take down the Hamburger Eyes show.

What a show! It saddens me to see it come down.

But it must come down to make room for the new.

And this Saturday Ron Rege and Becky Stark will take over for the month of June!

I Am A Black And White Ghost.

Oh look, it's David Reichart's birthday! Cause for celebration indeed.

Juan started celebrating early.

Reggie made a dog out of a paper bag.

Can you see me?

Can you see me?

The streets have been so quiet.

Mystified.

Mystical Unionists aka Ron Rege and Becky Stark will be having an opening extravaganza this Saturday at Hope. See you there!

Silent Pictures.

A year ago today I met Jenna. She offered me a beer, and now, a year later, she offers me a root beer instead.

So to celebrate we paid rent and bought flowers and steaks.

"This is preposterous."

A clove/A1/basil rub.

Baloo.