Gone get my Mardi Gras on!

Funny... I remember finding SG in 2002. I would guess that makes me an OG but I ditched from 04 to 11. But I am back. It is good to be back.

sssswwwwweeeeeettttttttt.

i need hurt. i need to be hurt. a big ol' punch in the face. or a real good cut across my chess. a kick in the stomach? a bat across my back? i need affect.

While driving downtown today I spoted a place for rent. It would be so goddamn perfect for a studio and office. I actually know the place well. It is kinda dingy but it is downtown, second floor, huge. I called the the number on the door and asked the lady for a price and her responce was "I don't like to talk about prices, over the phone." So I go to meet her at an alotted time. And she is not there. Fuck. It is, more than likely too much money but.....hey here's to dreamin'. Anyone know a some place that would be a good studio space (tall ceilings)?

woke up this morning at 7:30 to a very randy girlfriend...
there are few pleasures as great as morning sex.

Went to New Orleans yesterday. Sad. I posted some pictures and wrote what I saw here: Life From The Bottom Of The Boot

i have started painting again...(fan-fair)

i have been photographing so much that i kinda let painting slip by. well instead of going out this weekend i have spent it locked up in the house painting. it feels good. but i am a bit embarassed. i really need to get my 'chops' back. later fuckers.

Fall begins and I begin to think about fires in the evening and jam sessions outside; passing the jug of whiskey to stay warm. And of course of the annual Bouchier. The slaughtering of a hog. It is an old custom that use to provide meat for the winter and those that live around but now is just something that is done like a bar-b-que: except the meat is not bought dead. Although I would like to beleive that it is also done in rememberance of our culture and past.


The record company I have partnered with will be releaseing it first cd in April. It will be a 4 cd box set of Cajun and Creole music. It traces it from its recored begining to present.



here is me and one of my partners in the record company in Austin.

We are all in the belly of the beast and it is bleeding to death.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
I'm out, fucker.