Wednesday, December 07, 2005

ascension part I

peeking over the edge you could see a street below. and trees. there's always trees on mt. tabor. their shapes are rough at night. and yellow---caught at the end of the glow pushing from electric lights. lights like dulls spark on high sticks- the street lamps were at eye level.

a car was coming. two bright circles. then the sound of twenty five miles per hour. then brakes directly below us. then: "thump! thump! thump!". the sound of eggs bursting on a hollow smooth metal surface. followed by a few giggles from three boys. that was us.

we ducked for cover. well hidden behind a cement cross on the roof at the apex of a catholic church. so too were we trying to conceil our growing need to burst into the laughter: the guy in the car was looking for us. he was poking in the bushes at street level. then across the street looking down the alley. "hey!", yelled he. I was content to wait it out. so was Jim. but not chris. he was standing again, an egg clutched delicately in his elevated right hand. he was peering over the cross. measuring the angles. thinking geometrically. and then, just as the man was entering his car again, chris let fly the egg. and it nearly hit the man in the head.

but the man must have had his share of geometry as well. he quickly judged the angle of the egg's flight and it's general origin, and snapping his head upward, he caught the shadow of a boy against a dark grey portland sky. we were found. and two minutes later, a police cruiser, and the man's car, circled the area looking for a way to the roof, or boys fleeing from it.
(to be continued)

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I’ve never been in an actual breakoff. Generally people start laughing when I break-dance. You know you’re not in a fierce competition when people are laughing; fierce competition is like war, and warriors never laugh during battle- with the following exception: the medieval Irish. Insane laughter. Coming from somewhere magical. My friend used to tell me all about it. Then laugh. Insanely. So naturally I chose to believe him.

Back to the break-off. “I don’t know if you wanna challenge me, jonny---I’m kinda fierce.” The only thing is- how will we know which of us has won with everyone laughing? And we’re not talking about the medieval laughter. Because of this alone I don’t feel as though I could ever be beaten in a real breakoff.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


Originally uploaded by johnny crash.

Friday, October 28, 2005


Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
we should have known. the signs have been there for months: incriminating paw prints on the screen, cat hair all over the computer chair, the smell of a freshly lit cigarrette in the basement followed by hours of detachment...does anyone know where we can get loverboy help for this fuzzy addiction?


Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
the nicest days in october are perfect for yard work. it's crisp air and sweatshirts. hacking rose bushes. drinking alot of coffee. and that's the way I like it. we lost a friend. the squirrels were confused, climbing to the top of the stump and looking around, as though the world had been turned upside down.

but the world is upside down. the air is sweet and heavy. we're hacking at the undergrowth. making changes. and that's the way I like it. I prefer introspection over yard work. "I'm an artist. not a gardener." as I've said a hundred times.

but we ended up with a house with a large yard. lot's of things to watch after. basically, my strategy is to clear weeds away before they take over the neighborhood while hosting the dandelion reserve for our block. but that's changing. with the large tree gone we can now go for a usable back yard with a lawn and patio. then we can sit under an umbrella where the tree used to be and the sun strikes the ground for the first time in over a hundred years.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
pleasure for sale

Saturday, October 15, 2005

cds and cassette singles

Originally uploaded by johnny crash.
the basement is good for homemade recordings. but there are no windows. so I've been doing most of the packaging of the cd at the kitchen table. in this pic you see a round of hand drawn covers (#s 11-20). the cd fits into a stark array of folding paper. it's sort of like a wedding invitation with a complementary full length cd. and without the wedding.

I also made a promotional display for the 'pleasure' cassette single. do you remember the magic of the cassette single? I still own the nirvana 'smells like teen spirit' single. and you?

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