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My first book, "True Stories from a Wasteland called Earth" is now available on amazon.com. Featuring eight new stories.

Check out one of the stories here

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Coming soon: My debut novel, "Test Tube Brain Fuck!" Below is my working cover...

These are my cats. Their names are Sammy & Seven.

MUSIC:

Since I have no money these days, I have to get most of my music from either the library or from emusic.com. Emusic runs me 20 dollars a month, but it's worth it cause I can get all the indie rock, post punk, alt rap, weird 60's albums I can think of. The library is a good resource for Bowie albums, Zappa, Rolling Stones. Shit like that. My only complaint is the albums that fall in the cracks. For example: I'm looking to get some Jonathan Ritchman, Raincoats, Hardcore Devo volume 1 & 2, H.P. Lovecrafts, 13th Floor Elevators, Country Joe and the Fish, etc etc etc. No luck.

Skankin' Pickle:

I recently went to a show at the Gilman that was a tribute to Lynette Knackstedt. She was the guitarist for Skankin Pickle. When I was in High school, I was obsessed with Skankin Pickle. I went to all their shows. I skanked my ass off. I eventually ended up becoming friends with Mike Park, and the the rest of them. I even toured with them as their roadie for a two week tour they did in the midwest. It was sad when I first heard that Lynette had died.

The night was surreal. Gerry Lundquist came down from St. Louis. (He was the slide trombonist of Skankin' Pickle) We were watching Mike Park play. Meanwhile there was a slide show in the side screen of pictures of Lynette.

(Gerry)

(Gerry and me)

There was even a life-sized cut-out of Lynette on stage the whole time, which made the whole thing even stranger to me.

(Bar feeders)

(Bar feeders) 

Later in the evening, Mike, Gerry, John Candy's son, one of the members of Hepcat, and San Jose's own, 'Monkey' put together a Skankin Pickle tribute. They played Skankin' Pickle songs and I went nuts.

(Mike Park)

(Skankin' Pickle tribute)

I don't even like ska anymore. But as soon as I heard them go into 'Fakin Jamaican' something snapped inside of me, and I lost my mind. I skanked my ass off...through their whole set, with Eric Finalle, San Jose's infamous music promoter.

 (Eric and me)

This guy, was dancing next to me as well. I don't have any idea who he is, but he started to give me directions, like "Let's jump on this next section." or "Let's go slow here."

(Some guy and me)

My wife and I recently went trekking through the Cascade Mountains up in Oregon.

We carried ourselves & 40 pounds on our backs up and down several mountains for fifty miles over five days. We got blisters, sour muscles, & lots of mosquito bites. In other words: tons o' fun!

(scary bug)

(Mt. Hood)

On our last night, we decided to take the rain fly off the tent... basically making everything around us visible. Around 2:30a, we heard a large animal tripping over something somewhere really close...twice, but we couldn't see it cause it was so dark. A little while later we heard this same creature (or something else?) still close, and now yelping every 2 minutes for the next half-hour. My wife thought it was a moose or maybe a yeti. Neither supposedly exist in Oregon.

Check out the new book!

"True  Stories from a wasteland called Earth"

Available now at Amazon.com