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Remi Pandemonium

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:14:00 -0400

So lovely. The horror of waking up. The green hour.

Pensive, reflective, vulnerable?

Freedom… like 1950’s America, when it was on the way up.

So we got a robot vacuum cleaner to replace the manual one that burned out

trying to swallow up the white shit that’s all over the floor.

Change the venue

and let your hair down

Young Jimmy & Remi

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 03:24:02 -0400

Young Jimmy looking fresh fresh graffiti on the roof with Remi Prince Harvey

yours truly no Milk.

Rap star. Stay at home dad. It’s good to have red-headed friends.

Achtung! Now hear this, bitches!

Taking advantage of the light… but such a shame… the cold spring.

Never lonely with a bottle and a laugh. Are we?

Horsing around? We could do it all day.

Why not? Come on, let’s go!

Prince Harvey. Here.

Up in my grill, all up in the sauce

Young Jimmy, he growl and scowl

rooftop cowboy, leningrad cowboys

back down into the apartment, away from the light, the height, the air

Back to your rock and roll roots baby, Young Jimmy forever. And I’m out.

Juggernut @ Brad's 40th

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 02:51:25 -0400

Juggernut put on shows that were crazy as shit

but I got stuck taking pics of the chicks in the basement

Loving the colors, the flesh, the fresh faces, the sweat, inhaling the stale air,

drinking with the drunks

I am in love with the senses, any kind of stimulation. Good and bad don’t matter,

neither do happy and sad. Name? Height? Sex? Yes, please. I want only more.

Nikki York looks good at Brad’s (A.K.A. Clark Kent’s) 40th birthday party

Sharing a tender moment with Mister. All in the basement under Juggernut.

Neon Music his androgynous supreme, self in green, hair, country dress, dressed

Booyakasha!

P.S. Happy birthday Brad.

Bushwick Squeezebox

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 02:18:00 -0400

We met Brendan when we were living in the trailer-park in Bushwick. Twenty-two

trailers hidden inside the cavernous space of an old factory on Meserole.

When they took our trailers away, we built secret apartments out of found

objects. Brendan played the accordion, obviously.

I’ll miss the family dinners every Friday. Passing joints around, thirty people

talking about art.

The other anarchist place that we found in New Orleans had a bike shop

attached too. But we used aquaponics here, and kept koi fish in a trailer.

Each trailer was assigned art studio space. We shared a large workshop, and

kept some chickens in a coop. We played instruments, sang, danced, drank,

and built bonfires in the backyard brickyard abandoned by the railroad.

Sometimes busking to make money, dumpster diving, buying the cheap stuff at

the deli on the corner, always riding the subways underground.

A year had passed, and then, the railroad sent out a surveyor. He walked in like

a minor explosion. Suddenly the gig was up, the fire department came, then the

police, the marshal… and we scrambled out of there.

Baby Shower for Jackie & Faust

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 01:19:00 -0400

Jackie used to run with James Blonde. One day, Jackie started to see Faust instead.

Faust is a painter. He is big, drunk, and completely crazy.

Faust got Jackie pregnant. James went away to the old Coney Island and changed

his name to Johnny Bizarre, sleeping in abandoned structures.

Jackie and Faust threw a baby shower in Brooklyn. I met some new people.

A few months later, Jackie and Faust lost the baby during delivery. She told me

about it at a bar one night.

Jackie and Faust sat down at opposite ends of a bench, looking straight ahead.

I had to leave when they began to scream. Someone said the cops were coming.