1.15.2008
Necromantic Organ Opera
Directed by Camerin Kelly Burns
Director of Photography Nick Trikonis
Music by Lantern Black Lodge
Filmed on the Permanent Set at Calarts in Valencia California in the spring of 2000.
So far, so good.
It's Tuesday. A little tired from acting exorcise with Brian. My Brother Kyle is in town, he's on his way over, we're going to get breakfast at Millie's, on his way from Burbank. Looking for a job, something simple, restaurant, bar, whatever. "There Will Be Blood" is my favorite movie in a long time, saw that coming from a mile away. About to start writing a new script. It's going to be brutal.
"I've got a competition in me"
"I've got a competition in me"
batcave up bronson
We searched for the Batcave and failed. At least I snapped the best photo of James in 2008.
1.14.2008
la fin du monde through casper's eyes
A few photos from the La Fin du Monde show at the Lodge on Friday.
Photos by Casper Adams.
Photos by Casper Adams.
devil's toilet
Kyle is standing on a cliff in Mendocino. There is a herculean brewing in the depths below.
1.09.2008
in the wake of poseidon
the storm continues, although it's expected to break mid day tomorrow, being thursday. kyle and I are heading down to los angeles, back to the grind, through the gates of mordor. 2nd lunches for all.
fort bragg has been beautiful and i'll miss everything about it.
piacci's
the grey whale inn
the brewery
the italian joint
mendocino
potheads
the deck
the rain
the hot tub
fb yoga
fine dining
cafe 1
colosal waves
chirping birds and croaking frogs
the creeking nye house
building a fire in the morning
keeping that fire burning till the end of the night
nothingness and nothing more
being phoneless and quiet
drinking tea all day with kyle and watching LOST
storm after storm and the feeling that storm watching brings
genuine creativity summoned from the abyss
the theorectical portion of winter has come to it's end, pull the substance up, work with it, make practice reality.
The only Poseidon i'm speaking of is the film by Wolfgang Peterson starring Kurt Russell. Yea, we needed a storm movie and A PERFECT STORM has been played out up here in Fort Bragg. The ocean is crashing, i'm soaked from the rain, and we are about to embark on a cruise that I'm sure we'll soon forget. It's all in good fun.
fort bragg has been beautiful and i'll miss everything about it.
piacci's
the grey whale inn
the brewery
the italian joint
mendocino
potheads
the deck
the rain
the hot tub
fb yoga
fine dining
cafe 1
colosal waves
chirping birds and croaking frogs
the creeking nye house
building a fire in the morning
keeping that fire burning till the end of the night
nothingness and nothing more
being phoneless and quiet
drinking tea all day with kyle and watching LOST
storm after storm and the feeling that storm watching brings
genuine creativity summoned from the abyss
the theorectical portion of winter has come to it's end, pull the substance up, work with it, make practice reality.
The only Poseidon i'm speaking of is the film by Wolfgang Peterson starring Kurt Russell. Yea, we needed a storm movie and A PERFECT STORM has been played out up here in Fort Bragg. The ocean is crashing, i'm soaked from the rain, and we are about to embark on a cruise that I'm sure we'll soon forget. It's all in good fun.
1.06.2008
Soon will be forgotten..
The waves are quiet today, lost for oceanic words, Poseidon is at rest, the creatures of the sea rejoice, peace is rare in January's celestial influence.
Mother and Shea are heading home, back to Magalia, where power ceases to be, for the storm passed to the higher lands leaves deep wounds in the mountain side like teeth marks on a dry bone. Mud takes the trees, the trees take the electricity, the electricity takes the road, the road takes us home, and home is where we are left without power, sitting in front of a fire, boiling water for tea in a black kettle, silent light bulbs that only Tesla could excite, that's comfort.
I don't want to be heard from. I'll come back to the world, but I'll still feel and always be a stranger in a strange land, just need to learn to gork or jork, can't remember the term, really doesn't matter, for you won't see it happen.
Skeleton ship, and phantom wind don't bother us here.
Grey haired Mendocino seen a many darker day.
The sun, moon, stars, trees, all useless to us without love.
Mother and Shea are heading home, back to Magalia, where power ceases to be, for the storm passed to the higher lands leaves deep wounds in the mountain side like teeth marks on a dry bone. Mud takes the trees, the trees take the electricity, the electricity takes the road, the road takes us home, and home is where we are left without power, sitting in front of a fire, boiling water for tea in a black kettle, silent light bulbs that only Tesla could excite, that's comfort.
I don't want to be heard from. I'll come back to the world, but I'll still feel and always be a stranger in a strange land, just need to learn to gork or jork, can't remember the term, really doesn't matter, for you won't see it happen.
Skeleton ship, and phantom wind don't bother us here.
Grey haired Mendocino seen a many darker day.
The sun, moon, stars, trees, all useless to us without love.
1.04.2008
pat garret and billy the kid
I've talked about this film before, and I'm really bringing nothing new to the plate, but I just want to say "Pat Garret and Billy the Kid" is one of the coolest, strangest, darkest, and most bad ass westerns of all time. I'm not even a huge Bob Dylan fan, but his acting skates by with 8.0's and the soundtrack is incredible. But who really makes the film re-visitable and sharp as a Peckinpah gunshot is James Coburn. Anti-hero, womanizer, to the t villainous sheriff, drunk, die hard, nothing to lose, and perfect candidate to sum up the end of the wild west. He drinks, he dies, he gets his dick washed in a pan of suds by 4 different woman and then parties for an hour, goes down stairs and rides across the desert to meet destiny, being Billy's death.
Peckinpah was a genius. I don't think anyone doubts that, but I will state it again. A genius and one of the most influential Director's of all time.
By the way, I heard he pissed on MGM's Final Cut of the film, making him all that more true to the point. Don't fuck with outlaws, whether it be out in Ol' Mexico, or here in dying Hollywood.
Peckinpah was a genius. I don't think anyone doubts that, but I will state it again. A genius and one of the most influential Director's of all time.
By the way, I heard he pissed on MGM's Final Cut of the film, making him all that more true to the point. Don't fuck with outlaws, whether it be out in Ol' Mexico, or here in dying Hollywood.
1.03.2008
dread storm vs. the farm front
A dreaded storm is coming. Batteries, flashlights, gasoline, canned goods, candles, the list goes on again. The farm yard cares not in psychedelia. My brain slowed down after Kundalini. Dr. Siri Gian Singh Khalsa was our instructor and prayer guru. 3rd eye clean.
kings cup 2007
Since it's commencement, New Years in Fort Bragg has always joyed drunken men's jolly holiday hearts. Wandering naked through dark attics, fireworks in the fog, cliffside wine tasting on highlander point, king's cup follies, the list goes on and on. My liver is pained, I know I'm not the only one.
nye ranch 2008
I'm still enjoying time away from HELL in Fort Bragg, Ca. Detoxifying, might go to Kundalini Yoga with my brother Kyle later. A huge storm came in, and we're expecting to be powerless for a couple days. I can't wait.
My best of 2007 is coming soon and so are some Holiday Highlights.
My best of 2007 is coming soon and so are some Holiday Highlights.
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