Somewhere in America

Here I am somewhere in America, surviving. Floating around trying to be an artist. Still without a home, but hey, more and more cafes have wireless so I can still do this blog every once in a while. Buy a coffee post a blog. Here's an experimental film I made earlier this year, it's called "i". Everything I do is a bit autobiographical and this is partly a day in the life and partly a bunch of images that created the mood I was in at the time.

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In Over My Head

Well, it's a great title I chose for this weblog, as that's the way life can seem. I played at People's cooperative yesterday and forgot my memory chip so, although the audio levels of my recording would have been great I had no recording to speak of.
I'm going to assume that I forgot the card because of everything else going on in my life.

The family and I moved in July to find a better place for doing business, and now we're being forced to move again. Our roomate is a complete psycho. He keeps guns in the house, including a 9mm handgun and a "tactical shotgun" as he calls it. He threatened to shoot our friend and colleague because she told him she wasn't interested in him. Now he told Samantha that he wants to slit my throat. And he can't understand why we're being so unreasonable! People ask us how we meet all these psychos (more about the other psychos later). It's just luck I guess.
So, anyway, the gig at People's was great, it's one of my favorite places to play, I get to be theme music for an egalitarian establishment whose motto is "feeding the revolution." But because I didn't have my chip I'm going to have to upload a couple of more segments from the Alberta Street Co-op.

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