
See you in the basement Sunday, locals.
Life is a story. Type it.

See you in the basement Sunday, locals.

You can win a free [something] if you can guess what machine was used to type this. Yes, in the basement. Perfect place to survive the digital apocalypse with your machine. From the rubble, with your excellent coffee in hand, we bring our Remingtons, Underwoods, Royals, Smith-Coronas, Olivettis, and write on, right on.
Yes, There are stirrings and clickings in the desert area (no, not Palm Springs, not Vegas, but Riverside. Get a map.) It’s on Sundays, and I’ll tell you where as soon as know more.
Bring yours, try ours, and have a good time. There was an event yesterday, and they tell me it worth a trip. See you then………… Cheers.



Is this it? Have we as a species evolved? Into what?
Dehumanized – A shriveled soul can ruin the life of anyone, anywhere in the world.
Detached – People don’t have to physically visit relatives anymore, just click.
Derange – Small souls can be urged on to by those never met do inhuman arts, to become gods for a day.
By living through our screens, seeing everything as a post, clip, or feed, we have become live audience to an unreality show, where we sometimes are driven to participate, and to do anything to get the most views, the most clicks, and the most “friends”.
Really, has my conscience left my physical being entirely and is only existing as a digital avatar? Is yours?
tears and laughter, art in life, life in art……

Cafe job at the ONYX, no car, studio apartment in the Ivar hills, starting out with only a cot, guitar, clock radio, bus pass, and my Rocket.


She seeks no fame, no money, but when we’re out of chicken……. this. Brainstorming, apparently.