Venus, Signal Rejector

I see summer skin rolling black trees
its all over over me
roll over that hill, I'll bet he's watching me still
and I see summer skin rolling black trees

I see watery gravy mint leaves
and I'll do and i'll do as I please
no excuses for fate
to try and squeeze and squeeze
I see watery gravy mint leaves

No, you ain't never seen a dead breathing living sound
In flames and wonder we come clean

I see stars shaking like leaves
and you shake, shake till you come clean
I see mars begging for me
and you shake, you shake till you
make it all gleam

Marigolds and Sunlight

Your body is covered in the sweet scent of long lost ghosts
whose path once covered in marigolds, can now return you to the river of your birth.

You extend your hand to drink and are taken over by the abyss. Its swell and overwhelming power embraced you once before your days on earth.
Now your fiery eyes burn bright, leading you back to your wanderings.

That only I recognize your scent, is a gentle curiosity that I keep to myself in times of lonely revolt.

You are a man worthy of marigolds, a man worthy of the sun's beams
whose smile brightens the shores like a thousand reflections.
Your fingers barely touch me in light dreams and I find you sparkling amongst the ashed rubble.

There will be many days like this, when we will travel together like ancient creatures, sharing ancient lives and slowly unfolding into ancient times.

Recognize me only by my watery womb and drowned eyes
and I will lay your way home amongst the marigolds and sunlight.

History Lesson from your nannie

Peanut Brittled hash from a San Francisco hippie into my hands and straight to my brain. My eyes stare up at the rural Virginia sky and I begin to wonder how many shades of black I can decipher from the darkness, "definitely not high," I tell myself. But in reality as I walk into my tent and zip myself into my sleeping bag, my eyelids lose their purpose. I am looking straight through them and I begin to soar through the flashing lights. I'm strapped as if I just boarded a roller coster ride, locked within the confines of my plush tomb and I have completely lost my body. My body is totally relaxed and I begin to feel aroused. So much so that it became evident that I was going to need to release this energy in the physical world. So with no hesitation, I had a very intimate moment with myself in the middle of rural Virginia under the 12 shades of black I remember seeing in the sky. This was my very first trip kids.

However, being on acid was much more drastic transition. One's inner child emerges from nowhere and you begin to see the movements without the context of time. Feeling the sounds and tasting the air. Everything is dirty and no one cares. When you are in an altered state there are no boundaries or inadequacy, there is lots of feeling and one can become paralyzed by the hypersensitivity. At least for me hallucinations become confirmations of everything I feel when I am in reality, only magnified. Everything I see in people manifests in visions and the characters come into full form. I smell things in HD and see the world patiently, slowly and with complete surrender. Since my last trip I can only think to sit still and begin to journey back into that world. I long for alone time and find new energy within myself. I am happy to desire quiet and peace fro once in my life. The past year has been a whirlwind of meeting people, experiencing new ideas and situations. I have fallen deep within the human spiral and want to submerge myself, within myself. I might scale a mountain or swim an ocean. I just feel the need to experience and deal with the grit and dirt I've been running away from. I'm moving to Montana soon.

 

Lesser Alvarez Gonzalez - Renaissance Chic

Amazing how the weather is a complete schizophrenic mess. I appreciate spring and the fact that I can wear a dress with no layering in December but I am much more focused and ready to work at home in my room as long as the weather remains Frightful. Regardless, I will venture out later and bike to the river, drink some wine and bite on some cheese.

and then...........................

Lesser Gonzalez Alvarez

This morning I clicked on my friend's link to Lesser Gonzalez Alvarez, a musician he was distracting himself with during dreaded finals week.  The music I heard was intriguing and soundied much like a medieval troubadour lost in the streets of Barcelona. Lesser is a renaissance hobo who plays with childlike lyrical combinations and Beatles' styled harmonies adding wonderful touches of flamenco rasqueados and good old folk melodies. The man is plain out interesting and got me really going with a link to a collaborative drawing project he posted on his myspace blog. Down the rabbit hole and what I found was a beautiful maze of wonder, jam packed with all sorts of poems, interactive videos, photographs, drawings, and music. I have added some smatterings of the fun here. But really, visit the site and enjoy the artistic schmorgasboard for yourself. www.lessergonzalezalvarez.com

Interactive Monster Face Video

LGA poem:

Dufus

As an adult, sometimes I think

my cellphone rings and I almost

picking it up everytime

Feel like real Dufus

I once found a pair

of Silver Oakleys at Disney World

Orlando -sometime before teens

& stuck them to my face

to feel America's little hands

clasp my hot and fresh eyeballs

I drew O's on them

Then I think went on a ride

or can't remember like 19th century headache

but I saw a family talk to another family

away by several meters

on a Television screen in booth like

a future bean dildo diving bell

I could have snorted

all that freedom.

Birthday wishes and something along the lines of X-mess madness

Today I spent most of the day making digital gifts for a couple of cool folks...birthday wishes mostly and decompressing from the holiday crunch in the warmth of my treehouse. I almost always prefer birthdays over all out holidays (the exception being Halloween). It just seems to me that my life is always in carnival mode, each day yet another reason to celebrate new friends, new art, new sensations and joys. I'm Colombian and I suppose I fit the firecracker stereotype. Party hard, make art and then, MuErToAD.......

First on the birthday list was  JUGGERNUT
who is one of my favorite performers, an experienced drinker and comic book artist. His music is a mash of industrial beats and horror pop theatrics. One of his most infamous performances is for his sometimes banned song STUN GUN (police confiscating stun guns), where he threatens audience members with a live wired stun gun yelling the lyrics...stun gun stun gun!! As far as I know two people have actually gotten stunned - both of whom are good friends of Mr. Juggernut. On calmer days you might just find him roaming the lower east side or the deep innards of Bushwick drawing some nut sack inspired comics or on his way to the ever so lovely dive Mars bar where he will be performing on January 11.

The second artist on the birthday list was Christina Schmid from Germany, whom I met during her vacation to New York this past spring. Christina is a graphic designer, lover of fine German breads and sometimes wallet maker.
She recently sent me an invitation to contribute work to a yearly  Advent Calendar
she designs. It is composed of work from friends and artists she has met around the world and is simply a wonderful collaborative way to countdown those hectic holy days while exploring some new art. The calendar is an eclectic mix of video, photographs, hand drawings, songs, animations and even "how to" picture instructions on building your own designer Xmas tree.

If you are interested in Christina's wallet just shoot her an email and she will be glad to fashion one together in any of the above candy coated colors. Candy Coated Wallets mmmm!

Bacano, Padre, Chevere, the tits.

The mornings always start with coffee no matter what, there are seriously no exceptions to this rule. Thinking of the past morning I contemplated fasting and having meditative moments where I could reach into some transcendental brain clouds. My body can wait but it soon hits a shutdown point where food becomes an insatiable need, a function that I can't ignore. Right now I am ignoring sleep because I want to finish my drawings and books and possibly write some handwritten letters/postcards to people I truly care about. However, if you clone me will I still be able to laugh at the same jokes? Or enjoy the same books? Or taste my favorite food the same way? SLEEP?

I once had a cookie with Vietnamese coffee, chocolate chips and almonds. The gentleman selling them paid $6,000 for his booth at union square. I paid $2 for his delicious cookie.
  Barf 

Current Book list:

• Gilles Deleuze - Critical Essays
• Ken Kessey - Sometimes a Great Notion (schizophrenic portal into the old Pacific Northwest)
• Nicolas Slonimsky - Lexicon of Musical Invective (critical assaults on composers since Beethoven's time)

Musics:

• Ethiopiques: ANY volume
• Brain Eno - Music for Airports

SUNDAY night I stumbled in on the Oregon band LOVERS <3<3<3<3

Yesterday This past Sunday was a full platter kind of day. YBBS! continues to record in Harlem with Mr. Dave and I believe we have some wonderful tracks that are slowly forming into the future of future sounds. Mom, we are making babies that sound like other babies that maybe come from the sea floor or possibly the duodenum.

Beats is the word and rhythm is my muse...wandering we go, indio....


......and when we finally decided to venture into the night, Bushwick became Siberia. We were lost and grey for a brief moment until we rang the bell at Soul 2 Soul ~ a wonderful local bar near Goodbye blue Monday for Brer Brian's weekly Sunday open jams (starting up again on January 3). There we met up with some of my favorite musicians Brer Brian , Spencer , Christina B who were all jamming and meshing in musical harmony. The crew made some noise and we decided to only stick around for a tiny moment because the wind outside was fierce and my fingers were beyond icy.

....4 blocks later we were in front of the Market Hotel and of course we have this ritual my friend kidrainbow and I, that we must always peek inside the Market no matter what. It has almost never failed to surprise us and last night was no exception. We walked right in to witness the last four songs of the Oregon based band LOVERS . Three beautiful women playing pure electro pop love songs that made me want to cuddle/dance with small furry animals. Fragile but sweet harmonies, glitchy chirps and a tight drummer all made me love Lovers on this desperately cold winter's night.
Check them...... <3