Two days ago I had my first photo exhibit. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for several years and I’m still overwhelmed by the amount of people who came out to support me – people from nearly every realm of my life. It was inspiring on more than one level and, through the sale of prints, I was able to raise a decent amount of money for the people of Havana. In the weeks leading up to the exhibit, I’d received messages from numerous people congratulating me on the achievement and thanking me for the inspiration they managed to find in my photos from Cuba. While
Traveling with On A High Note isn’t much different from traveling with the circus. I’ve never traveled with the circus, but making baseless claims is kind of my forte, so the comparison totally works. Frankly, if drugs, nudity, incessant weed smoke, and screaming women doesn’t sound like the circus, then I’m glad I’ve never bothered to travel with the circus. I wager it wouldn’t take much effort to gather a small army of people anxiously jumping at the opportunity to hit the road with this gang of talented, mic-hungry freaks
Last month I grabbed a camera and hit the road with Stay Illuminated and some friends from On A High Note and The Cloudmakers. We ate BBQ and did some other things.
In closing:If you love meth, consider moving to Salt Lake City. When skating the streets of SLC at 4am, don’t be surprised if the security guards offer to tow you behind their golf cart (probably hoping you give them meth). Here’s a video. Sushi eate
Intuition, who you might know as one of My Favorite Rappers of the Last Decade, rarely plays shows. I always seem to be in another part of the world when he does. So when it was announced that he and Equalibrum would be performing in San Francisco on a weekend I just happened to have free, I knew what I had to do. Mind you, the last time I caught this guy’s live show was at Paid Dues 2011, and he’s since released a slew of material including an official album that’s essentially perfect. Oddly enough, I’d recently gotten the urge to visit San Francisco and had been l
It’s morning here. I don’t know the exact time because I don’t know exactly where I am on the globe. I don’t know what time it is where I live either, but my intuition tells me my son is getting ready for bed, somewhere between 10 hours and a full calendar day behind. Far enough behind at least that, when I go home, I’ll technically arrive before I even leave. I can never really figure out the time thing, so as far as I’m concerned it’s just today, now.
I’m writing this from a reclined
I recently spent four days in Melbourne. This next statement is a bold one considering how many places I’ve seen and how easily a strange city can win me over, but: I’d rather live in Melbourne, Australia than anywhere else I’ve been. New York is still my favorite place to visit, Alaska a close second, but if I had to permanently relocate, I’d waste no time adding the word “mate” to my list of cool shit to call people. I’ve truly not been to a place more accepting of free expression, and I’ve actually grown to hate that term. Expression. But
My friend Nay and I got stoned to the gills and jumped on a 14 hour plane ride to Auckland. Something Americans should bear in mind before taking this trip is that just about everything in New Zealand is stupid expensive, even considering the fact that we’re on the winning side of the currency exchange. A below average burger is in the $15 range, a cup of coffee is $5, and a 12-pack of Heineken can run you upwards of $40. A deep-pocketed tourist can enjoy everything from boat tours to bungee jumps, but we -as per usual- decided to get drunk and walk around the city (a total of 23 mile