It’s Time. The Story of Muddy Waters and The Flip Side……


The beginning of the book about a community, family, collective, coffee shop, and venue that was built by owner of Muddy Waters and amazing multi-disciplinary, so very fucking gifted and talented Sara Dread and crew of the most amazing human beings I have ever known (dont worry guys, no one will be left out, pages will be written about each of you) taken down and away from us only 3 months after the 5 ? of us built it and post trauma is still hard to discuss, hence why its been years and years, and I am taking a year to write this book that I already have an ISBN and worldwide distributors in place for, you are all too important to not be officially documented as a part of this cities pioneers of Belmont. The WHOLE story. And if this what I am remembered for as an artist, my pleasure. No “this is what I got so far” type stuff will be put up of course except for the people that will be getting a personal message from me very shortly This book is going to be absolutely 100 % braveheart type sh*t even better. Its going to get press, whoever would like to work with me on it, like design, name, PR, etc….. money money money. This blog from now on is I promise this time now a blog of interesting educational facts, videos, quotes, jokes, simply just a sick ass blog to read.  And this is not my story, this is everyone’s story. 

 

I start this new beginning out with a quote I just read tonight, which I hope you all either agree with or get royally pissed at…. well, its my damn blog, dont read it if you dont like it.

 

I’ll summarize it:  if you don’t have a personal journal, not blog, a goddamn journal dude, get one! We do not write so other people will be able to figure us out, we write to figure out what our damn problem is, well not problem, but we write to find out who we are, bukowski, like myself, an extremely annoying thing, cannot sleep at night if he has not written that day, if he has not emptied the dirt out of his belly, as henry miller put it, that was one of the things that made me really believe that I was going to be a poet. Do you think I seriously was down with that? Not even getting a syllable into certain peoples reactions when I was a kid and it was found out that I liked Jim Carroll. No one will ever know. Your journal is your teacher. It can make you honest. Make you realize that you were born as one of the best, an Artist. 

In 1903, only in Portland, Oregon, if a man shaved, it was a fashion statement that you were homosexual. Only in Portland, only in 1903. More to come……