Omebi and Owlbeemoth…forever!

Omebi and myself were married on October 26, 2009 by a lake in the Eastside of Austin.

The proceedings were officiated by Ralph Barton.

Guardians of Love:  Chris Cones and Tina Forbis.

Photos by Andrea Navarro.

KLF BURNED IT ALL / VICE

Did this way back in 1994. Enjoy!

http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2009/10/16/the-klf-burned-it-all/

Freewater 2: Ambient Earwash

Cherrywood Cafe
10-3-09

The idea behind Freewater is a simple fuck you to the annual Austin City Limits music festival which gives you the same old pop money bands playing the same old stagnant riffs we’ve all heard ten trillion fold enough times to put a gun to our heads. Oh, and the water bottles are 4 dollars a pop. Hence the name Freewater. Austin’s highly prolific music booker Polly Smith (and when I say prolific I’m not kidding, I’ve seen about 20 bands almost every night of this past week of amazing variances in the psych realm in my new neighborhood, the Eastside of Austin, thanks to her. ) Muggafuggin bad-ass Polly did one last year and did it again this year. Featuring a handful of the truly inspired experimental Austin tone floaters around. A nice crowd of earful minded freaks showed up and gave their love. Hear is a rundown of the sparks that flowed, exploded and drained the aural flux.

NIGHT VIKING

After you’ve seen this band a few times the songs will slowly start etching into yr skull as you walk down a careless street, hitting you like infectious bolts in order of songs sung in rapid shots of whats wrong with all the upside down nonsense floating in the ether. Consisting of a horn player, two keyboardists, a singer-guitarist and yes!! Drum roll please!!! A drummer that plays a drum kit made of fucking luggage!!!!!!!!!!! The whole result is pure perfect ridiculousness that I anticipate with boggled worms to harbor again.

VENISON WOULD

An offshoot of ultra-longtime experimental musician Lisa Cameron’s project Venison Whirled with guests Jonathan Horne of  Plutonium Farmers and L.A. brought the unexpected strange no meddle feedback machine to a coffeehouse!? Ha! Young children were interested but the parents were quickly out the door. More info on Lisa Cameron soon! (PS- toured Japan with the Boredoms, played in Daniel Johnstons band and other adventures you and me will never know!

RALPH WHITE

Ralph White plays acoustic covers of classic rock-psych-pop (Syd Barrett, Jimi Henrix, etc.) songs on banjo, accordion and a sweet gentle voice with a finely tuned Smithsonian Folkways at-home spirit. He balances a line of putting one in perfect peace in starry connects of near sleep-dream alpha awoken animated waves of pondering clouds, foggy streams, yellow tinted frogs, a misty island, sleepy trains and magic raga-inspired fingers on strings and wooden vox wind pointed at yr souls center collection point where yr probably asked …. Swimming? Anytime!

Missed the majority of TED SERIOS and RAINING IN SHANGHAI.

Philip K Dick on why this happened.

“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.”

TED SERIOS

RAINING IN SHANGHAI

VC CHILDKRFT

A boy-girl duo facing each on synths like young scientists telling a stoned tone tale of what diamonds might taste like on planets shaped out of triangle cookie cutters. I cornered its mastermind Juan Cisneros in a elevator to Frolix 8 and asked him the frequency shifts of VC Childkraft.

“VC Childkraft has developed over the last 4 years as solo recording project. A very sequestered, bedroom 4 track effort. I had a growing reverence for the use of synthesizers in music as instruments as opposed to the faceless electronic analog modeling sound of modern dance music or throw away pop. So I started writing long exodus or odyssey ballads for the cosmos, adopting the kind of emporer of the studio sage a la Jean Michel Jarre, Klaus Schulze, or Vangelis, while modifying the entitlement of musical heirs with of a more poor mans pragmatism/mysticism along the lines of Moondog, or Hermeto Pascoal.”

TELEPATHIK FRIEND

Psychotic reactions within a collective dream mind is a tough road to walk sometimes my friend…..

Thanks to Tina F. for the digitial eyeballs.

“Theres nothing left of yr depression. As long as yr entertained. Sometimes its just best to lose. Then play the same old sorry game.” -D.J.

How I Quit Crack interview / Vice Magazine

An interview with How I Quit Crack for Vice Magazine online.

Check it out!

http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2009/09/30/how-i-quit-crack/

A TRIP TO AREA 51

A TRIP TO AREA 51
7-30-09

“Ya gonna go see the light show tonight?”
-Bartender at the Little A ‘Le Inn

Everyone knows about Area 51 right? Of course. It’s no secret! Tons of video games, Hollywood films, books have told of the weird Alien tales behind it….then theirs the actual place itself. How many people have been there or thought of going there? Or actually believe in the ‘myths’ behind the name and place?

When the chance came to go and see what its all about, there was no reason not to jump at it. Did a few days of research that at times had me thinking either A: Its too risky, after all its a high security U.S. Government experimental airbase that revels in being super secret ( hell its still classified!). B: Nothings out there except test jets flying around and who cares about the next advancement in flying killing machines of any sort.

There’s really not much out on Area 51 sightings that I could find in my research on the web. It’s so seemingly slight and quiet that it made me feel like there’s nothing going on out there. Maybe theirs a reason behind that? Funk that, lets go out there anyway.

Arriving at the Area 51 location through the Extraterrestrial Highway an hour from Las Vegas, we were treated to some breathtaking turns around some small canyons into the Tikaboo Valley, which holds the long 15 mile road to Groom Lake (home of Area 51), the infamous ‘Black Mailbox”, (for years thought to be the mailbox for Area 51 by UFO aficionados but now known to belong to the valleys only rancher ) and the road to Rachel, the tiny populated town (under a 100 people) where one can visit the Little A ‘Le Inn, a restaurant/bar/ trailer park that caters to the area’s freak charm. Chomp on a Alien Burger, chase it down with some Alien tequila (guaranteed to make you feel abducted. ha!) while buying a Area 51 related t-shirt, zine, or postcard. Does this cheapen the effect of the visit? Hell no! Just brings out a bit of interesting humor in the whole situation.

Now, for the campsite. A list of choices can be found on the website of Rachel, NV. What’s known as ‘Hidden Campsite’ was our camp of choice. Located between the road to Area 51 and the ‘Black Mailbox’, on the edge of the L.N. county mile marker 32. Drove down a rocky road to a half buried giant rusty canister where we parked and pitched a tent under a modest hill. There’s probably other places to go in the same area yet this was perfect. Climbed the hill and most of Tikaboo Valley was in sight.

Prepared for a long night of unknown terrain, weather and who knows what else (wild animals, possible creepy locals, visits from the Area 51 security, mutant vampire mountain creatures that might attack us?! (sorry too many X-Files episodes and Art Bell radio shows on the brain) We sat on the edge of our tent watching the sun fall down. No one else was around, no other campers in sight, a few cars every once in awhile would speed down the E.T. Highway but that was about it. Though the feeling of being watched was indeed there…

The sun finally slipped completely away, leaving a few pockets of leftover sunlight in the sky, which on this night was more then a bit cloudy and had me worried it would be a uneventful night of watching or even a good view of the night stars. Though the sky above Area 51 was oddly void of clouds. With the eyes focused on this spot…

Time: Around 8:45 P.M.

A orange tinted flying vessel rose from the mountains which hides Area 51.

“Got one!”, I said to my friend, pointed at it, and rose up.

“I see it.” she replied and also got up from the tent.

I thought to myself in this moment that it was one of the jets that brings and departs workers daily to the area, which I had learned from my research to expect and it was heading towards the Las Vegas area. But then what happened next is where the unexplainable happens.

The vessel suddenly turned and sparks of strange light began popping up everywhere around it, like multi-colored lightning bugs hopping to and fro with teleporting-like effect. The vessel and the odd bursts of light intertwined into a dizzying visual mess. It was as though all the reality of this certain spot in the skyline (which spread for miles) lost any coherency yet remained completely fascinating and unlike anything yr humble narrator has seen before. The sky had come alive with a force of unknown visual caliber that could be described as watching a psychedelic rave on another planet through a telescope.

With the human eyeballs stretching in great focus (think the 20 mile distance from campsite to Area 51) and the senses heightened by what was going on, my whole nervous and thought system began struggling to make sense of what was being seen. It ended up lasting about 5 minutes, during which at one point I looked at another part of the sky to see if the eyes were working correctly or was I fed something funny at the Little A ‘Le Inn to cause this to happen? Everything was normal in the other part of the skies and I looked back watching the event slowly begin to fizzle out.

This area of the sky returned almost normal. Of course keeping eyes on this place was important in case it started again or something else happened. It remained visually still for about ten minutes till two bursts of white light occurred near the edge of the clouds and then it was done. All that was left was memory loops and question marks etched in the brain.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful between times of falling asleep and waking up except a fast blinking jet that went over us around 3 a.m. in the starry sky unaffected by city lights. The night, the distance between the camp and Area 51 and the little net camera used wouldn’t have picked up anything useful sadly.

So what was seen?

I’m going to play my own best devils advocate here and say it might have been flares. That they were using flares to hide some new experimental aircraft that they are working on. Except one thing… Did they get these flares from Hogwarts Academy of Sky Magic? Flares that can bend the surrounding airspace into a huge disorienting display for ones sense of sight? Or maybe the U.S. Army has figured a way to displace the airspace activity in another way….??? My friend who witnessed this with me lived her entire life around Edwards Air Force Base in South California and has seen many varying jet maneuvers over her home including giant flares being shot from them and the ground and says this was nothing similar to anything she had ever seen. Not even close.

My hypothesis:

The vessel heading upwards and what happened afterwards was the result of a Time and Space Reality Distortion created by a ‘Hyper Dimensional Propulsion System’ in the vessels engine. Does that make sense?

Or was it all just the casual fun of anti-gravity ships at play from a distance?

Maybe some kind of a Tesla experiment, what with the sky turning into a strange electrical dizzy of the unseen and all?

One can only wonder.

PS – If you are reading this from the U.S. Government and have concern please let it be known that I am only a curious humanoid with no ill intent towards what yr doing at Area 51 and am only sharing my experience in what I saw to a handful who might be interested. Honestly, I think its nice for you to let us come close enough to glimpse yr secret sky parties. Great light show by the way!

more fotos hear:

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=102421149&albumId=2858413

Secret Sonic Streets of San Francisco

Two days in San Francisco. 7-09.

Soon as I arrived in San Francisco, was picked up and treated to this heavy and weird psych doom sonic greeting from members of local SF bands: New Thrill Parade, Didi Mao, Terror Apart, Sante Sangre, and Prizehog.

A few hours later, buzzed from the sonics, the elevation, and the early a.m. hours. Eye began walking around, photographing the street art oddities between Mission, Haight and the Tenderloin. The dazed and crazy wonders that turned ever corner kept screaming, “How in the hell does one deal with the laws of gravity in this hyper colorful and ultra nonsensical land?”

Later that night, Telepathik Friend played to a handful of people at the Bleakhaus on Mission St. then partied in a over drunken mad hatter fashion that SF usually has no problem bringing out. Wasn’t long before I was blacked out sharing chips with the house mice. Headed to Chinatown the next morning and found a few live music cookies.

Filmed in Waverly Alley. Possibly a dragon head performance musical practice? In this ancient alley, one can find North America’s first Buddhist temple, Chinese Freemason secrets, and a Fortune Cookie Factory!

Filmed in Portsmouth Square. In Philip K Dick’s ‘Man in the High Castle’, this is the park where Mr. Tagomi travels to the alternate reality where America won WW2.

Leaving Chinatown, came across this old beat poet raging about ‘War Pimps’ in the City Lights Bookstore alleyway.

To end it all, headed towards Lands End. The concrete-less realm that makes San Francisco so rad. On the edge of this maddening bustling cityscape hides a paradise of giant trees, strange caves, mystery pathways, 1800’s shipwreck leftovers, finely tuned oxygen, wild land/ocean animals ( coyotes, mountain lions, dolphins, seals ) and jaw dropping suicide cliffs that overlook the waters where the S.F. Bay and Pacific Ocean meet. You have to experience this place to fully understand how amazing it is in context with the Black Iron Prison-like City. In the four years that I lived in San Francisco, if it had not been for the magic soulful walks of this place, yr humble narrator might have seriously lost his mind down the road forever.

An attack of mega fog on Lands End. On a clear day one can see the Golden Gate Bridge and the Marin County hills from this spot.

Until the next visit to this land of living, breathing Science Fiction….

Keep them Dreams Alive! Electric! Divine! Ha!

Over 100+ more fotos of S.F. hear….
http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=102421149&albumId=2853503

“Think Stoned…”

Venice Beach Street Art

Came across some amazing street art in Venice Beach. Enjoy!

Found this Ultra Magic Cat on the Venice Beach Boardwalk.

As I was framing this picture, this man selling lil guitars walked by. Luck!

Mystery……

Punks not dead.

Free graffiti zone on the beach…by appointment only! (ha)

Ripped and throned.

3-d !!!

Whatever you think might come true.

Whats up with those symbols?

Yr only visiting this planet.

Owls are not what they seem.

Paint and nature create their own scene. Make a wish.

Why they call it VENICE Beach!

Bonus Level: Playing the chimes at the greatest vegan restaurant this side of the 498769.87 galaxy, Follow Yr Heart in Los Angeles.

Ports O Call Bedroom

Ports O Call Bedroom is a garage in the back of Jon Barba’s (a.k.a. Nicole Kidman) parents  modest home in West Covina on the edge of Los Angeles.  Jon and a few friends put shows on there featuring obscure traveling bands and South California locals. A nice crowd of people showed up and treated the bands with a quiet and dedicated attention. The night was a interesting mesh of mellow and odd folk music with a small side of tomorrow land electro dreamers.

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Treasure Mammal

http://www.myspace.com/treasuremammal

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Dead Western

http://www.myspace.com/50690003

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Whitman

http://www.myspace.com/whitman

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Sean Pinada

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Telepathik Friend

http://www.myspace.com/portsocallbedroom

Religious Girls / Our Brother The Native

Vids and Pics from 7-2-09

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RELIGIOUS GIRLS ( Oakland )
http://www.myspace.com/religiousgirls

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OUR BROTHER THE NATIVE  ( Fat Cat Records / Ann Arbor )
http://www.myspace.com/ourbrotherthenative

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TELEPATHIK FRIEND w/  OMEBI and ERZULIE

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NATIONAL DAIRY
http://www.myspace.com/nationaldairy420

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OMEBI
http://www.myspace.com/omebi

S.F. Weekly Track of the Day

The S.F. Weekly picked a Freeman Gheenga remix of Telepathik Friend as “Track of the Day” on their blog a month ago.

Listen to the track hear!
http://www.myspace.com/freemangheenga
or
http://www.myspace.com/telepathikfriend

“Imagine that you stayed up all night getting stoned and listening to Boards of Canada, and by the time sun rose, you flipped on Saturday morning cartoons. Your brunchtime brain scramble might sound a little like the remix locals Telepathik Friend made for Spanish buddy Freeman Gheenga, available on Gheenga’s MySpace page. The tune kicks off with the announcement: “This day is full of surprises” and is then punctuated by batches of cartoonish sound effects and animated voices, which are woven into a bed of woozy, ambient techno. It’s a disorienting song that mixes a bright palate of vocal samples with hazy, gray background shades, perfect for those times of day when you can’t quite settle your head into reality. “

http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2009/05/track_of_the_day_freeman_gheen.php