Found some pics of my old Oakland studio. Tom Waits' "Martha" is perfect right about now:
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
This pic eventually wound up on the cover of my old, now defunct, online zine, line-in.org. These pics were taken with Lisa's old 35mm Pentax.
All I did was run, scratch and make beats. .
The old do-everything table. Judging by the very first Scrapbook Jam to the left, this was right when I started drawing again. I hadn't tried painting yet.
Records and crates were everywhere, the collection growing like kudzu vines in the South. I was also so broke that crates doubled as furniture.
With all this gear, I also had yards upon yards of electric, midi, audio and computer cables snaking everywhere.
So much clutter, it spread to the bathroom. After I picked up running again, I taped a pic of Ivan Drago to the bathroom mirror (bottom center), so I could later crush him, a la Rocky IV.
A Polaroid of my beloved hooptie road bike from the Ashby flea market. I'd just finished the 33-mile Tour de Peninsula and thought the terrain and distance was challenging. ...
Yes, I crushed that old picture of Ivan Drago a couple years later.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
This pic eventually wound up on the cover of my old, now defunct, online zine, line-in.org. These pics were taken with Lisa's old 35mm Pentax.
The old do-everything table. Judging by the very first Scrapbook Jam to the left, this was right when I started drawing again. I hadn't tried painting yet.
Records and crates were everywhere, the collection growing like kudzu vines in the South. I was also so broke that crates doubled as furniture.
With all this gear, I also had yards upon yards of electric, midi, audio and computer cables snaking everywhere.
So much clutter, it spread to the bathroom. After I picked up running again, I taped a pic of Ivan Drago to the bathroom mirror (bottom center), so I could later crush him, a la Rocky IV.
A Polaroid of my beloved hooptie road bike from the Ashby flea market. I'd just finished the 33-mile Tour de Peninsula and thought the terrain and distance was challenging. ...Yes, I crushed that old picture of Ivan Drago a couple years later.
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