the natural noises are the ones unplanned -
the sharpening of a note, the flick of a cigarette,
or even your voice on the phone that night.

we sing these songs that have no meanings,
creating something out of nothing.

the natural noises is the silence that awkwardly creeps up on us
the humming of cars with places to be,
stuck still i watch with my ears

my eyes are failing me,
and the lens broke, too.

the natural noises were the words we chose to use
when no one else was watching.
when time was frozen, and we looked outside in.

nature's noise is Your voice and the deep, long silence that follows after.



lovin's for fools.



bon iver and bowerbirds.

"where do we draw the line?"



- james j.

good time for a change.
see the look i've had can make a good man turn bad.

so, for once in my life. please. please.

please...

tonight: where my friends are.

appropriate on many levels.

oh los angeles, how i love you.

when i was a child
i'd sometimes wake up in an dark room, alone.
and if i couldn't go back to sleep,
i'd kneel next to my bed
close my eyes tightly
and talked to god.

and then when i'd make new friends
i'd tell god all about them.
and when i found a friend
that i could talk to just as openly
i stopped praying.


i turned to intuition and superstition.
i believed in the idea of karma
i believed that happiness could only be known in the extremes
of the pain that I open myself up to.




and now i live on this hill.
spending more time alone than in my whole life.


and i'm not quite sure who to talk to
or what to do when i can't fall asleep at night.

i'm the one in the white. ha.

about two years ago
a friend that i just met showed me this video and i showed him my photographs,
giving a new project to work towards...

look familiar?

devil's crayon

the pain is our pain.
the happiness is our happiness.

none of us own these things.
none of us can earn or deserve these things.

they just happen.

it's all just sitting there, and i find that the selfish ones are grabbing for all the happiness.
and the ones that always waited to serve themselves last are dealing with the pain at the deepest levels.

if everyone knew for a fact that there is limited happiness and limited pain in this,
who would share their joy?

i'd like to imagine that i would.

somewhere between b leaving and dave sending his message,
i thought that this would be appropriate.



acoustic summer sessions drawing us together.

fireworks.



now it's eight, i've been trying to get that taste off my tongue
i was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm
attractive day in the rubble of the night from before
now i can't walk in a vacuum, i feel ugly, i feel my pores
it's the trees of this day that i do battle with for the light
then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, i'm polite

"what's the day?"
"what's you doin'?"
"how's your mood?"
"how's that song?"

man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone
and i can't lift you up, my mind is tired
it's family beaches that i desire
a sacred night, we'll watch the fireworks
the frightened babies poo
they've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why
they make me feel that I'm only all i see sometimes

i've been eatin' with a good friend who said
"a genie made me out of the earth's skin"
but in spite of her she is my birth kin
she spits me out in her surly blood rivers
all the people I'm lurkin'
are dominions of the hot turk dish
if the elephants be reaching for our purses
then meet me after the world with the shivers

"what's the day?"
"what are you doing?"
"how's your food?"
"how's that song?"

man it passes right by me
it's behind me now it's gone
i can't lift you up cause my mind is tired
it's family beaches that I desire
that sacred night where we watched the fireworks
they frightened the babies and you know
they've got two flashing eyes and
if they are color blind, they make me feel
that you're only what I see sometimes

- animal collective