Alright, here's a lil' song nugget of the day...It's a kind of a folk-y, country-ish soundin' diddy...This is what I've got so far...

"(Lover) My Heart Is No Jet Ski"

Where's the cream for my coffee? Your TEAse...
Is the sweetest I've tasted.
The taste is the taste of a dream...

You float through the room and I wade in your wake.
It's a waste as I wait for the way...
that you look back on me.

And I'm mom-men-tar-ily out of breath.
Drowning in the waves that you have left.
Your reckless n' wild...Your a carless child.
You're nothing if you're not free...
But lover you know....my heart ain't no jet-ski.

Anyway, my gee-tar playin' pal will be rollin' into town this weekend...The plan is to mold some of these nuggets into...well bigger nuggets I guess, but we'll see...

Peas,
~(R)~

p.s. Happy 420 to all! (unless of course, you're Jewish)

Alright, so I'm looking into getting the internet back in the homeplace.I know.I know.You're thinking "How can u live with out the internet?!"...I see what you're saying, but hey..There is ceratin charm to the old fashioned paper to pen means of corresponence...And let's face it the internet offers millions of destractions for a writer who already has too many distractions as it is...But I my friends have made the transition....Leaving behind all that is PC and making a new world for myself....a MAC world if you will.....Just got me the Mac-mini and not to sound like a geek or nothing, but this puppy is badass...And well......it's inspired me......It's time....I will have the internet once again...oh yes....oh yes...I'll keep some of you posted as to when I'm actually up and running.,..And rest assured....I will be here more frequently......

adieu,
~(R)~

Okay, if we were all sitting around the bonfire smoking doobies and passing the 2 buck Chuck, this is what you just might get...

Dead Flowers - Rolling Stones
Old Shoes & Picture Postacards - Tom Waits
Handshake Drugs - Wilco
Kumbi-Ya - unknown

But hey, quite hoggin' the hootch man...

~(R)~

Okay...conversational dry spell there...Just not into internetting lately....Call me a simple man...Call me lazy...Hell, I don't care, call me a scum sucking son of a motherless goat...But what I'll tell you is if you can get to Pasadena to see the Mark Ryden exhibit - You should...It's not very big, but dear god standing right next to those things was almost like getting sucked in....Do a Google search right now and you'll get some examples of his work (oils by the way), but you're not even close to knowing what I'm talking about...I'm all into seeing gobs upon gobs of shit (also referred to as "texture") chunked up on the canvas...That's truly amazing..."chunks of shit"...run with it.....Ryden's are really smooth but there are some many minute details....I'd love to tell you how long it's running, but #1) I don't know....and #2) "running until..."dates are for people already approaching the situation as a "last minute" endeavor...Get your ass out and see it NOW...It'll be worth it....


Peas,
~(R)~

p.s. I'm delighted to announce my profile has just received a "favorite artists" update...

If I could travel back through time I think I'd like to meet Jughead...

Weird how I have the back to back "Deadwood" entries in my journal, but oh well...I took a motorcycle ride to Santa Clarita today to visit the Melody Ranch...My writing partner and I were invited to go check out the set of "Deadwood"...Earlier in the season the show's creator, David Milch had invited us out to check things out...We took a tour town...Went into all the characters business' and abodes...strolled the thouroughfair (sp?) and watched them shoot a little of the final episode of this season...It was pretty cool...Timothy Olyphant was there along with a few of the other stars...It was a heavy call list, but shit, they planned to shoot until 4am tomorrow morning...But it was cool I must say...It's amazing how different the weather can be out there...I hadn't driven that far in quite some time...Certainly never from a bike...I hadn't smelled grass and trees and bugs for some time...Well not trees and bugs anyway...

~(R)~

Ahhh...Finally the season premiere of "Deadwood"...Truth be known I seldom watch television...For one thing there's not really too many shows worth tuning in for, but I do love me some "Deadwood"...I know, I know, it's basically a night time soap opera..."The Young & The Restless" with bullets, brothels, and an ass wagon full of "cock suckers", "mother fuckers", and "hoople heads"...But for the most part the writing for this show is just on a whole other level...It just soars above all others and you respect it for that..Kinda' like Steely Dan...Know what I mean?

Enocore performance Tuesday night...Tune in...All are welcome...

,
~(R)~

Of course this is a much better story when you hear it live, but for the sake of a current journal entry I'll recap how I nearly lost my mind tonight...

So I hop my usual bus from Santa Monica...a little faded, but I wouldn't say stoned...didn't feel like listening to the ole ipod so I decide to read a little...I break out the script I'm studying (The Shootist, an old John Wayne movie)...BIG mistake...within a matter of 4 bus stops I start getting that headache-y motion sickness type thing...So I put it away and try to will away my newly aquired discomfort...The bus continues to fill moderately...I have my own seat still...But the soft, barely audible music from other peoples headphones starts to pick at me...I mean we're talking like three different angles here...We've got Mariachi shit coming from behind me...Something incredibly thumpy and repetitive in front of me, and the dude hovering above me from the aisle was enjoying something KROQ-y...You know aggresive and full of angst...Your basic Puddle of Muddle/Staind Biscuit variety...So I figure fuck this if I have to listen to all this madness, I might just as well listen to mine...BIG mistake...This probably sounds funny, but it's true...I have a tooth well overdue for attention (yes I know...I'm looking into it...) and lately has been flaring up...well I've discovered that sometimes listening to my headset can kinda' irritate it...I don't know...maybe my eardrum and molar are on the same nerve channel...or maybe that's ridiculous and it's nothing but coincidence, but it has happened before...Anyway so I go from like zero to ninety down toothache lane...My trusty Advil gel caps in my man purse...ready to go, but guess what - no water...no ice tea...no yoo-hoo...no coffee...no nothing...But the toothache is driving me crazy...this on top of motion sickness and the grating symphony of shit coming from every which-a-way...Now the bus is getting crowded and a mild case of clousterphobia (I'm not looking that shit up) begins to blossom...The tooth is killing me to the point I can't take it anymore....I build up a nice mouthful of natural juice and pop the first Advil in...Man that bad boy went down hard...I don't know if I can get the second one down...But I have to...I don't know if these things even work individually because I've only always taken two at a time...Again I conjur up the juice and try for Advil gel cap #2...BIG mistake...That fuck gets stuck sideways in my throat or something cuz I can't get it down...So for the next dozen and a half blocks it's latehr rinse repeat...lather rinse repeat...I'm trying to get down this fucking pill...So I finally couldn't take it anymore...I had to get off the bus, only now the Gel cap lodged in my esophugus (not looking that one up either) has burst and my throat is beginning to burn a little...I rushed to the nearest place available, which in this case was a Starbucks...And well...I guess that's about it...The upside is #1, my tootache went away shortly after...and #2 my favorite coffee shop girl was working and I got me a free javachip....I guess all is well now...I will now go home and brush my teeth....

,
~(R)~

Just checkin' in...Sweet heavenly father Quinne has got to be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever laid eyes on...

And that's about it I guess...So for lack of a better journal entry, how 'bout a "Crazy 8"?...Wait I could probably sell that better....

Alright all you kids n' kittens it's time for another Craaaaaaaazy 8!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Paper or plastic?
2. Buster or Alex P.?
3. Cris-cut or seasoned curly?
4. Innies or outties?
5. Spoonin' or forkin'?
6. Lorenzo Lamas or Gary Ganu?
7. Jig-saws or monkey wrenches?
8. Soup or poop?

Alright...I'm out....

Peas,
~(R)~

I've got me a dilema...For some reason I'm tempted to reread a book, but for some reason I don't feel like I should...I mean there's like a gillion books that I'm always complaining about not having time to read...Rereading a book is way different that rewatching a movie...Far more commitment I'm thinking...I don't know....I just don't know...



~(R)~