Desert muddle

B4p.bbnow.org update: nevada desert is unforgiving in that it is a real trial of wits and stamina. The sun slices every part of the human being. We land in a rustic motel on highway 50. I witness a huge land fire off in the distace under the purple sky, slapping mosquitos off, who are just dying to get a drink just like we are. Tomorrow. Rest.

new PleasureBoatRecords release in the pipe line...

Not quite ready...in for mastering at the moment. Not even titled, or for that matter, have an idea of what its context really is saying. I guess I would plan on listening to the raw data and see if I can feel what sort of message I am conjuring up here.  So far its a bloody mess and would do well to have some skin on them bones.

Here is a track from PBR artist and all around nice, warm, tall, and approachable ship mate ---RELCAD.
Relcad- You Bring the Juice (from Capitol Island OUT JULY 23RD) by Pleasure Boat Records

On the Run..et al

Greetings and welcome.

This shall begin by saying that; Serendipitous events can unfold by law of attraction and maybe luck. The chance to break away from corrupted economics and daily habit slavery and see some of the less gentrified cities in America, was allowable. Sometimes I would guess, the world less traveled by car can seem forthcoming with excitement, the unknowing and sometimes even the dangerous.

But practical methods like meeting symbiont's or strangers can be more prevalent as time unfolds while traveling; yes it is true; there is no danger ahead unless you perceive it to be arduous.
 Does there still exist the perceivable impaired art of communication by mouth and mind, thought transference's and body language. Impaired is said as t compare it to new emergent theories of human capacity, like Trans Humanism and Post Humanism, self actualization, immortality, suspended animation and other similar thoughts concieved by humans so that we can be considred to be grouped into newer forms of foraged athanasia.

Dig for your own fantasy!

Granted, I'm not an expert in the articulation of the intricacies of dissemination. Nay. Some may say that I am more reserved and some may say that I an manic at times. That could be an accurate summation to a smaller part of my earthly existence.
The body is but a vessel.
I drink good, healthful tea, play with my dog, listen to good electronic music from respectable artists at times, and relax with my lady.

Naipes FTW!

What else is there but fun in the solar winds and clean breezes; wet nights, early morning wake ups, playing fetch, walking to the dog park at the beach, dream of surfing someday, laxidazing around with nothing to do, biking to Free Skool Santa Cruz, listen to cutting edge electronic music, make post peudo-humanistic electro beats, drink hot tea in an even hotter climate, drink a good beer, stoke the flames, pet my protective dog, meet other traveling souls young and same age, share glances with my girl, caresses and kisses, make jokes, watch liberated movies on a dusty laptop, eat grilled food till we are full, shareing with positive people, drawing comics, thinking up of new ideas for fun and exploration, throw Django's sloppy tennis ball into the Pacific ocean, go to the nude beach, stew in our sweat and dirt for days then go to Well Within for a sauna, cold showers, and super heated hot room, sleep in a tent and feel the most relaxed that I have ever been, dog hairs stuck to every article of my clothing.

Camp In-Tent-City.

Yes I ment to say BLISS. 

And you thought that these are the final days of the world? Feel yourself and live again.

...

Fourth of July was like the unyielding spirit of a wild mustang. A purely explosive example of anarchy and mayhem. In the city of Auburn on Muckleshoot reservation it seemed as if Satan's minions had possessed the charred earth for flame and sights set for destruction.

 Out of the ground and peoples hands, flames licked with the wind and night as youngsters and adults claimed their rights of passage. The passage was granted to explode your inner angst through conventional means. Sulfur flavored smoke filled every attendees pore, blended with fear and with the hairs of the neck standing on end, after the instantaneous combination of wick mating to black charge ripping the atmosphere of oxygen and all human cautionary senses.

Safe and Sane. Drunk and maimed. There is no one to blame if the shell and shrapnel burns your eyes and blacken your teeth;
Abandon all hope, ye who enter. 

 

Sparks and red embers marking the celebrant patrons day on the 4th. I would not wish to align within the ranks of the need to meme what a war zone should look like, but dammit the abhorrence of it all was worth the experience.  

..........................................Be Well to each other.

Oh and on the music front...here is my man DEFCON and his latest relese, holdin it down for the ELECTRO front.. Defcon - The Replicant [edit] by DEFCON602

YO...
So these past weeks have been honestly hecticaotic..and by a friends quote : Geometric shape dancing.
ok soo..
1. 3 School presentations were on the roster for completion. They were not grueling at all but just the fact that committing time for them was a hassle. Inclusive to that was the underlining stressor on completion of composting and leveling a set for an ELECTRONIC music showcase of a local label that my good trusted friend is forging www.pleasureboatrecords.com which btw is THE answer to all our BLISS needs.

So this log post dates all that has transpired into a short small example.
Realistically, there is more to process in whats happening in my life.
Some friends and colleges are transitioning out and into new relationships. Speaking of people personalise is not allowed but, to give acknowledgment to them from a second perspective can shed lite for a growing opportunity.

Well then. I will say that during the last days in Seattle, they are just getting nothing more than memorable and meaningful. Before this was the feeling of discontent which by that right, gives bliss in itself.

end of transmission.

New Music Videos..Tour update..scene happenings

Looks like the Bike for Peace ride will embark from Oakland instead of Seattle to Colorado which, honestly is a secret serendipity of mine that manifested by way of coconut wireless (island speak, mainly because now I have the oppourtunity to spend some serious overdue time with the love of my existing metaphysical life.Recently I have found myself becoming involved with other kindred and supporting spirits whom I am also much vested in, who knows what will transpire. Oh yes the fate of my existance lays with in my psych and cognitive reasoning as well as the chakras. This leads me to make the reminder to myself about Transhumanism and posthumanism concepts of futurism. This does not mean that I will make an attempt to latch onto new existing ideas but to further my scope of knowledge.
There is also a keen interest to have more time applied to concepts dealing with the essences of grounding, meditation, improvisational body contact, (for you love), and of course some reup on music compilation or polyphonic in nature.

Here is an example up above...


so stay UP and ABOVE yourself. Be kind to each other and remain contentiousness.

JAKED GHOST BIKES

Whilst on on a mini park tour around Seattle's finest portside, sketchier parks, I noticed a bike that resembled a GHOST BIKE, yet it was being operated by a possible homeless man.  SEE?

Q: what are the ethics if any that argue for or against JACKING a GHOST BIKE?

Does this man have no scruples, has he played the game? If a man is homeless, hungry, without means of viable travel, then does SNACKING a GHOST BIKE justifiable, and should he be reported? After all he is re-introducing a perfectly good bike back into it operational state, right? There are a number of pros and cons here that we could gaggle about for hours and feel like we've made some progress for some existential purpose. I say let the guy ride.

If the original owner "may the heavens keep his/her at peace", advocate for a complete overhaul in bike awarness then can this GHOST JACK be blessed by the original owner, "RIP"?