Turkey Coma

Thanks mom for cooking such a great dinner for me and the rest of the family. I’m still nibbling……

Before it is too late I wanted to brag about myself a tiny bit. November is my 4th issue in a row being published in the cool online(sometimes print) interactive-like zine “The Bitchin’ Kitsch”, and fortunately this month, November, was printed and is being distributed Image

at both the Noel Fine Arts Center and The Smith Scarabocchio Art Museum

which both make The College of Fine Arts and Communication at the Stevens-Point campus for the University of Wisconsin. They ended up emailing me telling me they want to see more of my work. And to send it to them. so hell yeah for that, right?

Also, this morning I got some great news. I received an email from The Northwest Song Shack that a few of my ‘original song(s)’ will be airing this Sunday the 25 November 2012 over KIYE 88.7 FM at 7:00pm local time in Kamiah, Idaho. The entire show will be available at the same time through this link to their blog page: http://nwsongshack.blogspot.com/.

good stuff! No problem with me. Where the hell is Kamiah in Idaho, though? eh, whatev…

been listening to the record “DNA on DNA” by the band, DNA. Great record.



Well. Hot Diggitty Beefy Damn Frank Flavored Green Beans….

This is one of the few, if any, times this has happened to me, but, over the last week just a few things have happened where I am not of the same artistic mindset, or mental mindset, happy to say this time a good thing, that still though I can tell, I am feeling different. Grown, a little. 

Just first off, something completely fucking rad in my eyes, that just happened today…. So. Um(saying “um” in a typed or written sentence is a big fat no-no by the way, see if you can hear my bratty laughing) But, anyways, whenever I happen to have a couple bucks, I will stop by the 2 thrift stores, and book shop around the corner, in the neighborhood I live in, both being no longer than a five minute walk away, to see if maybe a musical instrument or even walkmans (analogue/cassette tape guy here) because I have set up some interesting recording stations using what I have over the last few years especially. Give me 2 walkmans with good tapes in em, my geezer laptop, and my little practice marshal amp, an hour, and you just might end up cursing that day in a state of surprise. Long story short, I scored my first own cassette 4 track for 8 bucks. 8 bucks. 8 bucks! The Yamaha MT4-X, great condition. And then realized I now have a damn stylin home analogue recording studio. And the analogue part keeps me in no way from getting the tracks online. I could and will post an ad on craigslist cause a lot of people would, like a lot of people, would pay me an amount I would not have a problem having to record their tracks onto. Just get me an alesis sr-16 and we are as organic as it gets. Sgt Pepper, Iron Man-4 Tracks. So yeah, hurray.

I have made the decision to become an art school student, because PNCA, Pacific Northwest College of Art just started their new BFA program in Sound Art. And its right down the street. I went and was given my own tour and all I can say is, thank fucking god man. Times a million. And another 50 Million. I was about to quit everything and lay in bed the rest of my life. Why the fuck would I want or have a reason to get out of bed in the fucking first place? Thats where I was in my head. And it was just a blast. Heh. No. I’m so thankful and so excited to start in the spring and to feel a sense of purpose. What the hell do you think the other feels like? This is much more ideal, to put it lightly. Can’t screw it up. Not happening.

And the last hurray goes to three books that have had an impact so huge I award them ‘books to have most positive impact on brian’ award. And I’m always reading that listing books that have an e or affect i cannot remember on you is a good thing because one of them could maybe do the same to another.

first i got a fresh release called “damn good advice(for people with talent)” by the late george lois. the name might not ring a bell but you for sure enjoy something he made famous. he also is the person to have made advertising an art form, Communication Arts. I read the whole book in about an hour and a half. And then I have the ‘&Now Press’ anthology of most innovative writing. the first piece is by mr DJ Spooky, aka Paul D. Miller. Who is one smart ass male. He purposes to put genetics into, inside poetry. Like into the form of the discipline. And he lays it out like he is writing a grant. Mind Blowing! And last but always first, the one and only “Silence” by John Cage. None to be said. goodbye


10 Grand

What if I was given ten grand for an art grant to do make an art project, and I could go anywhere in the world? I would first rent a 10 seat van, and trailer. Gather up one or two of my closest friends who are artists as well, and head for Big Sur, California. I would before hand pay the copy write fees to register Register and Copy Write the name I perform live under, Bass Shaker Presley, but instead would name it Bass Shaker’s Wild Western Collective of Creatives, and become a non-profit that released material by abstract expressionist of all art forms, DIY artists of all disciplines that came from the west coast, with a zine put out every month, that would contain mostly prose pieces on different subjects involving local current events and educational essays on art. I will have purchased ISBN numbers for the zines that came out every month, so I would send them all over the world to public libraries, book stores, art museums, record shops, arts organizations, universities and art schools just to promote, and every zine would have a cassette with it of Sound Art, Noise Music, Spoken Word Tracks. Everything audio would be released on cassette because they are cheaper, more eco-friendly, they have an intimacy about them, and would become a part of the Cassette Underground and last a lot longer than any of the devices that we all own. In the 1920’s, the government asked companies that made whatever electrical devices they had back then to be designed to only last a certain amount of time. so people would have to spend more money, to keep the economy a float. CD’s only last about 20 years. Computers, less. Cassettes? about 90 years. And you know what? I grew up in the mixtape generation, so alone, just pure nostalgia would cause me to do that. And another a pretty cool fact. As you already know, or might not, in the last couple years shops that strictly sell vinyl have popped up all over portland and san fransisco, and they are more than happy to sign consignment deals with local artists. If you hand them a stack of cd’s to sell, they will give them back and show you to the door. But if you have a cassette release, the runt of the analogue sound, they will gladly sell your product. I will have a blog and facebook page to “like” and Soundcloud page too  and also a few editors that publish my work here in the states and in the UK. to send out free copies with their next issues for promo. This is all just the foundation that I would take care of before leaving for Big Sur. And it might seem like a lot. But I can do almost all that alone with my broke ass right now. Just much less volume And while all this was going on, I will have purchased the appropriate gear for a small home studio, for the project in Big Sur. Which we leave for now. Down there, I would compose a book of poems, a book of prose poetics, a notebook of ideas and such with quotes, compose a double record release with one as a soundtrack sounding record, instrumental moody music. that would be one half, and the other would be a spoken word release of bounce rhythm style poetry, a style invented by the poet hopkins, meant to be read out loud, the type of poetry rappers write in. I would score with soundscape stuff and sound art recordings and programed beats on a 90’s drum machine. or maybe I wont. i am starting a blog. meaning it would be enjoyable. and then a noise music album,  titled ‘Whoosh, Crash, Bamm Boom right back at ya Jackaroo’.


rough draft typed without really even thinking. my name is essay.    

I’m Bored, Guess I’ll Blog

I’m sorry to burst your bubble, human. But God was created by the human mind. And this is the god thats a guy, apparently. Not the true one, who is a metaphor for the experience of life. Thats my God. Pretty cool one. Proof that I am wrong? I have proof that you are. Am I just picking a fight? Maybe. But its my blog and I obviously cry when I want to.

You know how they say never play cards with animals? Well you are in my casino, and I’m a cheetah.

And shut up, truman capote.  brat.

Prose Poem in November Issue of ‘Bitchin Kitsch’

I have the will to go on without anyone giving a damn.

check this great online periodical out. its interactive. I have a piece published in there somewhere. thanks



“Modonna sings, and her sound waves jiggle the membrane” *

Prose Poetry is verse with too much to say. The 3 official laws of the Avant-garde. Courtesy of the book “Handmade Electronic Music” (OF COURSE THIS APPLIES TO ALL ART FORMS)

1. Do it backwards

all this will be on the quiz next week

*sleep deprived+writing=worst time to post blogs, this post is now cleaned up but when it was first posted, it was an absolute disaster. My apologies to any reader of that.

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