I hope I don’t become a video guy, since iPhones now give the option for anyone to make hi resolution video, Perhaps this statement refers mostly to the era when I used consumer VHS tape machines to capture moving images and does not pertain to today when everyone is under video surveillance when in the public domain and or if you haven’t taped the on computer camera lens over with some electrical tape, you may be being watched as you view your computer screen. So a video guy, is someone who uses a video camera for self expression. This can be obtrusive as hell if the video guy is documenting his surroundings and people may be in the picture. There are millions of video cameras in stores and almost anywhere, who are the video guys making these intrusive voyeristic assaults on almost every aspect of life. Do I need to read George Orwell or something? Who get’s caught shoplifting on these cameras? They say film photography is coming back en vogue, Perhaps people will start photographing the obtrusive video cameras everywhere. Perhaps there’s ways to block video cameras, if we are all treated with such a lack of distrust by giant corporations, perhaps the big camera loaded stores will face a back lash when people realize they didn’t do anything to be incarcerated for and or monitored like a criminal and hence they will take their business elsewhere.

The guy in this photo, the one with his arm partially visible was informed by a kid in another car that I was taking pictures. He asked me if he could help me, I told him I was just taking a photo of the huge truck. Albeit hand raised over the head giant eye view. wide angle lens. Note, I’m using canon eos film cameras, and color film. The EOS system is tricky, up till now I mostly used manual cameras, a year or so ago that changes with the f100 nikon and now an A2 used in this example.

someone trying to clean the tub or something.. Noisy in doing it, it’s 6:23 pm, Cleaning is loud, Must be some kind or performance. Meanwhile he checks an incoming text…. Police chatter on the web phone, multiple sounds generate, best not to drive nowadays, Now nights a whole other thing by the way, I mean just totally forsaken and rebuffed, re- beuffed in France, got any more fairy stories baby, he pauses to comment on the aforementioned text… Iterations resplendent with … ah, noise wars, I’ve got earplugs, Should battle with those on and wing the bird, tear down the shit I need a dictionary.

I mean I keep plugging in possible versions phonetically of words I scarcely know, Just to look smart. You all sussed me out.

The serial numbers start with 77. I’m not sure how long the wood was aged or when the trees cut down to build the 1977 issue guitars were planted. Not sure why I would even write about this, but in any case, I have two punk era ibanez acoustic guitars a 627 and a 645. So what you say? Well So What indeed. What I mean is, maybe secretly some famous guitarists use these same guitars in the studio and if it we know who these guitarists were and published on the web with photographs and interviews about them, The price would go through the roof. These guitars would be sought after. If JWD JAM releases some music, and lists the equipment used, The equipment referenced could allow others to dream of what possibilities might happen when they use a similar configuration of recording equipment, instrument and or life experience. If some one could channel JWDJAM and manifest the spirit of this potential effort, then that’s be something. Who knows where JWD Jam is going with the 1977s. These guitars were infants during the punk era, not that age matters, Most of the players probably used guitars from the 50’s during the 1970’s, So Id assume that these guitars turning 21 in 1998 were old enough to play bars buy that time. It’s likely these guitars remained in dusty closets rather than on the dance floors of raves during the late nineties. So in a sense, These guitars are the unwanted sons or daughters of an industry in a tailspin. They came of age during the napster hey day when recorded music became free. I’m convinced however that they are the next big thing, Whoopie you say. I say, Making Whoopie is a middle class 1977 term for sex. These guitars will annoy you, but mostly because the songs they play on took so many years to compile and it’s way after the facts. Who needs broken hearted records anymore? We’ll see about that baby.

 

Bunny is a furry animal, not that gentrification has leveled the fox coyote and, well there’s still hawks to prey on these creatures, there’s quite a few rabbits about. I’d like to feed them the butts of carrots when I have them, but I really can’t say what it is about the bunny population that is worth you time to read about. Just so happens I was about fourteen feet away from this one. I too the picture with a newly,… you see that’s where the writing tends to drift. All my words tend to be, Today I washed the Card, It is a 1986 Buick, Of course today I did no such thing, I am just trying to make a point about my writing that hinges on an event that occurred twenty years ago when I thought being open about my sketch book journal with a chick that pretty much announced a year before the reason she would leave me and since that reason came to pass, I was still stuck on her and there were some social obligations we were still hooked into so I let her look at it. So I am just saying, The today I washed the Buick is how I write, Did so and so type of shit, The essence of which is similar to how I communicate with texting.  What this has to do with rabbits is ridiculous. Run habit Run, Don’t get nabbed by and owl. I’, helping you become predator fodder when I domesticate you with carrot rinds, I don’t have a garden so you are not the enemy.

She said my journal reads like angry punk rock lyrics, I was presenting myself as more mystical spiritual, she’s bagged out now and I don’t even think of her. Sometimes, and this is something that she predicted too.

Pretty much not eating for anybody, Everyones been waiting on hand and foot, I’m Not weighing in on anything, If there’s a writing bone in my body, back then when I couldn’t use it, Back then get specifics and before now is a general comment, Spelling errors, Punctuation, we didn’t lean on grammar of trades when the security ripped up our chances to manage cross town limericks. Oh it’s slow down now, she bites when I fall.

Edit a new paragraph next time mumbo jumbo, Very cleared out story about filling up the tank, and yet the woman in Finland is solid and brave enough to say away while contributen.

End it before yesterday, There’s time slog on the terrapin, Solid rock god moves betting on the lost found bingo drop set baby.

Don’t cut it out make it steam crazy cod fish in my dream. Light is low brain is dead, shim the candle ah the candelabra and hot tea trotsky.

Stare at the black screen wanting ti filet.

Shard of glass worked it’s way out in a dream. And then in real life. Cousin manages a mantra driven repetitive line that removes the stain of the curse. Broken glass everywhere, Shattered by years ago bombs. Reverb, silently muffled dud. Smell of the old school halls in distant immediacy. What am I doing this for? Be yourself. Some of the things he said. She’ll ride through the passage to the western door transposed into a gymnasium.

On waking today, I heard the voices say, That, The girl, I won’t mention here name here, because she doesn’t wan’t me to have anything to say do or whatever to do with me, I mean I’ve never met her in person, It’s a long ago couple of months connection that I built up into a quasi religious experience. Internet kind of affliction, affection. It’s kind of similar to being a girl whose fallen in love with a Beatle circa 1964, Just utterly hopeless, yet the internet can make, especially foreign email correspondents so much the same as rock stars from another planet. In any case I still dream about that long lost possibility, but am on year two of not looking this person up. Not looking at her pictures, checking her facebook what ever.  But I am so hopelessly crazed about her that it’s never going away. Not, I saw her with another boy in my home town, she was one table away from me, and for someone who lives 5000 miles away, All I gave her after ten years on the web was eye contact. Naw it might not have been her. Could have been someone who looks a little like her. I didn’t get close enough to check details that I’d memorized from photographs. It’s weird how the internet can work. The girl who messed up the relationship with the one I am talking about started out as an internet thing. Long drawn out emails. But in person when I’d see her, we could barely communicate. This wasn’t the case before the long and drawn out emails with all the intimacy of the computer screen the attempts at wowing each other with intellect and wit. Attempts to draw battle lines and form an alliance. Not believing the other person at their word when they suggest that their going to destroy you etc. etc. So in a sense I think possibly it’s the jealous other that interfered with the far away inaccessible other that may be sending these telepathic messages about how the foreigner  is over you! Yeah sure she is. We’ll see about that. She’s clocked in like never before….

No Photos no comments, Just the usual scene, Think about band names to replace the fruit jar fermented and sugared canned condiments vibe that hasn’t been working. The only names I want to use are some one else idea. This is disappointing in the context that I know Rob screwed everything up, but will always bounce back in spades. The way of the world.

What do I know about the way of the world? Seems it’s more like molasses than jam, Just to slow and confining. What is it to act afraid of who you are? Why is it that there’s no courage in old age if you’ve hemmed yourself in to risk as little as possible?

Usually jam has sugar in it, rots teeth.  Jam other connotation, hippie freeform rock music. Now from a jazz perspective jam might be ok. Jam band and Jam session what ever. I’d best loose the jam and call it something else. But Some one invariably has used “Something Else already. JWD is no good either.