Let's remember this: there are no innocents in Donald Trump's orbit. Period.

Just a little update about things being in motion.

Since I was bitching about where I live, I thought I should mention that I'm moving out. Also, website update & FRISCO plug.

A couple quick anecdotes about meeting the Prince of Darkness over the years.

Another lovable madman gone.

People drunk and on drugs are so weird. I hate fireworks. I hate my neighbors. I can't figure out how many weirdos are over there. I'm trapped at the moment. Monkey Blue is freaked out and hiding. With luck, the fireworks will run out (it's been four hours) and they'll get bored and pass out. 

pretty much done, just need to rerecord guitar, voice, horn parts, mix and master. Enjoy!

The day has come. Fifteen and a half years, over 200,000 images came into Pixels from around the world. We published 34,000 of them. We had a moment in the sun. It was like the Haight-Ashbury the year BEFORE the Summer of Love. The terrible iPhone camera, the buggy apps. But what a community! All the experimentation; we were making up as we went along. I'm grateful to all the artists from all over the world.

You can find the book, PIXELS AT AN EXHIBITION at:

LULU HARDCOVER https://www.lulu.com/account/projects/p6y4y78

APPLE BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-rise-fall-of-the-honeybun-empire/id6737652788 

Robbie Basho was a local artist, well-known around the Berkeley era in the Sixties and Seventies ... a cosmic acoustic guitarist.

Tallulah Bankhead was drunk off her ass. The whole thing was traumatic.