Jonathan and I were looking into getting a booth at first fridays for Phoestival to sell our cds, paintings and such…but for the last few months there has been no street vending allowed apparently due to some problems with getting street closure on Roosevelt. I got this email below which (sort of) explains the current […]
ask the dust
By Brandon Adamson
Tony Curtis, RIP.
By Brandon Adamson
A fellow man who preferred oysters to snails, Tony Curtis died yesterday. He was one of my favorite actors and definitely influenced me both artistically and personality wise. He’s probably most famous for “Some Like It Hot,” but that’s not one of my faves…and I’m not even sure I’ve seen it in it’s entirety. However, […]
feeble screams, fever dreams
By Brandon Adamson
So my old pal Dawn Batson rolled into town Alice style on her way to L.A.(only her car didn’t break down and she didn’t get a job in a diner.) I would have taken her out on the town and subjected her to some trashy phoenix hipster nights, but it just so happened I was […]
Swell…
By Brandon Adamson
Tuesday I met up with a precocious girl, and we listened to records in my living room and played Phase 10. It was really quite nice actually. Went to sleep at 4am and woke up at 7:30….like I have done almost every night this week. I can only do that for so long though before […]
The Last Lois Lane
By Brandon Adamson
I just woke up from a long nap with some strange dream sequences, which may or may not have been induced by the strawberry frozen yogurt I consumed a few hours before. I don’t recall the exact narrative of my dream, if there was one. Some highlights: Some guy had planted fruit trees in the […]
Making It Through Kustoms
By Brandon Adamson
I own a couple of Kustom Dart ’66 reissue amps, a blue one and also a white(silver?) I purchased them a couple years ago, and besides looking cool, they are pretty rad sounding little amps. They were only briefly made though as some sort of limited edition. For some lame reason, the new Kustom amps […]
They’re Playing With Fire
By Brandon Adamson
Not much to report here. Been spending most of my time in my room playing my guitar… as well as watching “Sex and the Single Girl” and listening to records in my living room. Occasionally I take time out to get smashed and play Uno. I’m really just busy with stuff. I’ve been drinking a […]
The Great Plains
By Brandon Adamson
I’ll take mine plain- plain jane plain clothes what’s that? you’re eating it plain? how I love… the great plains turn my heart into a flood plain of pain, the plain…the plain! from my 2008 book SideQuests
Do you remember back in old L.A. (oh-oh-oh!) when everybody drove a Chevrolet?
By Brandon Adamson
The plane landed rather hard and kind of awkwardly swerved a few times on the runway. The pilot even joked about it over the loudspeaker “And after that crash landing… welcome to L.A!” I caught a cab to Mark Schoenecker’s place on Sunset and LaCienega. It’s hard to believe he’s lived there 10 years, but […]
You’re Holding Your Rabbit All Wrong
By Brandon Adamson
On a whim I bought a plane ticket and am headed to Los Angeles for the weekend to visit some old friends and attend some parties. I apologize in advance for the run on sentence, but I can’t wait to wander around my old stomping ground in West Hollywood and have clueless jock assholes from […]