There is an empty spot where Critter used to sit.

I haven't seen Critter in over a week. For a brief minute, there was that tinge of relief- not needing to share my home, no more crazy long hairs hanging to everything and the absence of his nocturnal prowls.

But after that first rush passes, the novelty of being alone, a new heaviness sets as my world steps further back into that small gray recess.

Miss you Critter.

love is like oxygen

It is tough to talk popular music with Critter. His melodies are a mix of those of the world's with a dash of Paul Bunyon whistling in the background. He rhymes with the wind and hums with the stream. His beats are no smaller or less sure than those from his heart and the tread of his heavy heel.

Me, i can't really say any of that, growing up in LA. But at least I got T-Rex. So i showed him what was cool.

God damn, Jesus, I fucking love you!

It is a grey Sunday in LA and Critter asked me a little bit about Sundays and what they meant to me. I told Critter that as a kid they didn't mean a whole lot other than school was the next day and some of my friends couldn't play until the afternoon because they went to church. naturally, Critter asked me why I didn't go to church and i said, "well critter, my first and only exposure to religion came in the form of a soudtrack to one of the funkiest, most amazing re-intrepretaion of Jesus Christ appropriately entitled "Jesus Christ Superstar." YOu know, when this musical becomes your starting point to religion, there is no reason turn back and go to church. Turn your head and make sure you find Jesus in the day to day boogie of your life. Which is what I have tried to do. Critter was into that and we sat back and wondered at the amazing Jesus Christ.

here comes my sun

when you are stuck inside, alone with your not so imaginary Yeti friend and the  sweaty LA fog licking at the window panes of your home, your heart and mind begin to sit and chill like two forgotten sodas and the bottom of a forgotten memorial day icebox.  days now it seems, neither Critter or I can lift up our eyes and see past the darkness outside that has somehow crept too far inside.

i see spain.  i know i will like the music.   i see hot desert nights and the welcome sting of dust sticking to the drying sweat of my brow.  as the town people wipe the sleep from their siesta eyes and hot dark falls on the spanish town, we come alive.

dig this video and join us.

row, row yourself to the port of amsterdam

and sit back against the ale stained wall, and watch the sailors and wenches fall by.

hoist your drink, set your sail and be glad you are alive.

a little get together

it was a bit slow last night, and critter and i dared to dream. when we did, over a pot of serbian mountain tea, this attached vision came to mind. and it kept coming, in wave after beautiful wave. we share this with you today so we can all walk on sunshine, if just for a little while.

A very handsome fellow...with a long moustache.

Critter and I stayed up late last night, thinking about where to start and how it might end. Full from a delicious Cranberry Casserole we sat watching a little TV and this came on. We both fell asleep knowing there was still so much right with this world.