Christmas Thoughts of a Reagan Baby on the Twilight of the 00's

The dollar is the weakest it’s been in a generations. Arguably the weakest it’s ever been. Two wars aren’t even saving our economy. Its purchasing power is decreasing as it inflates but we don’t see it reflected in the wages. Most of us make less money and buy more and more expensive items and gadgets. We decide things like cable TV, I phones, drugs (legal or illegal), fashionable clothes, ECT are necessary goods and not wants and desires.

So we shackle ourselves with debt. Imaginary money to buy things we don’t need and, this time of year, other’s things they don’t need. Credit, made from thin air, manipulated by a few that hold huge power over the masses. Yeah you can have it today but you’ll pay for it every month for 5 years.

Meanwhile we approach the anniversary of the unfathomable sized gift, we, the taxpayers gave the banking industry. The same men and women that will tighten their grip around the throat of the world. Endorsed and sold by the marketed face of hope.

Santa Claus belongs on the dollar bill. It’s the lie that continues because we willfully pass it along. There is no gold to backing your cash. There hasn’t been for nearly 100 years. It is just paper. Paper that increases or decreases value at the will of the gate holders at the Federal Reserve. And distributed as the bankers see fit.

None of this is an accident. And nether will be the giant economic collapse that is coming. It will be planned and it will be profitable. All the fingers will be pulled from the cracked dam at the same moment. Most likely by the same company that gets the contract to clean up the aftermath.

Rather than thinking about what it really means that both the paper and plastic in our pockets don’t correspond to anything, we dress up in red suits and white beards to swipe our cards as fast as we can. Cause I bet my Aunt doesn’t have an ipod shuffle in purple yet.

All that said enjoy your family and friends and your time. They are all you really have and what you can hopefully count on.

New The Aimless Never Miss Ep out soon

The Aimless Never Miss' - Trans E.P. promo, originally uploaded by Rumspringa.

Busy Start to December

Hello my people. Here's a little update on what I've got going on in this the last month of the first decade of this millennium.

This friday I will be doing some video mixing on the streets of Oakland for Art Murmur. 23rd and Telegraph ave.
My friends' band Careerers will be performing on John Benson's bus. I will be projecting on the bus.

On the 13th, my new short film Achievement will be premiered at We Artspace in Oakland with some other films I have not seen but I'm sure will be stellar.


Also going on this month at We Artspace as part of their Stocking Stuffers show, I have seven prints for sale. As well as very reasonable art for tons of talented local artists. If you are going to give gifts this season, make them awesome and not factory produced.

Finally, here's some of the results of a photo shoot I did with Silian Rail last month. Happy Winter!

Three Judgement Days

Over the last two months I've made three music videos for the awesome bay area string metal band, Judgement Day. Anton had asked me to make a video for a song on their album Dark Opus, which is in its 5th year of release. They are doing a show on Nov 19th show at Annie's Social Club in SF to celebrate, where they will be projecting videos for each song while they play. Come out if you're in the area!

I also made a couple live videos out of the footage Andrew Wilson shot at a show I did with them at the Rickshaw Stop in SF in October. They are a bad ass band and if you like to know more about them, check out http://www.stringmetal.com/judgementday/

942 Channels of Static

The Joneses cry behind closed doors.
They are tired of setting the pace.
Shotgun retirements come to them
without a break in the race.
No pause for the disgraced.

The house on the hill is a sink hole.
A bottomless well
that begs to be full.
Poisonous picket fences.
Heads on spikes.
There are no paper routes anymore,
just red rusted bikes.

Hiccups *' #'
in the machine.
Displayed as static on screens.
Cracks
snaking towards each other,
like sisters and brothers
embracing
over decaying dams.
Outsourced shepherds
drive lemmings over water
to crash below into
.
.
.
.
the land.

No protection against the surge can be assured.
No power can remain unbroken.
No truth can be spoken.

Honesty found in browning lawns,
and electric shocks from rugs.

Luke Judd 10/8/09

Why? "Fatalist Palmistry"

i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehersal
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
and the findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
well maybe she knows something i don't know

but i am still alive and loving
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating



what's your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read

i'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a
i knew my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your red lengths
of its own bone briden self

but i am still alive and loving
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth caught in my gut, groan
i tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull women towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

what's your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see

Identical Homes

    My talented friend and former roommate, Daniel Mackenzie released an album this week under the name Identical Homes (Out on 500 Records). Its a solo project that he been working on for at least three years, since we were living together. Great electronic, moody rock music. At that time I set out to make a video for each song on the album, which I completed. It was at the time I'd just began playing with live video.

    I grew a lot as an artist working on the series of videos with Daniel. But that was two years ago. And some songs have come some have gone. Those that remain have changed. 
    So I'm setting out to do this again with a really good head start. So I've been review the work that I did already. 
This one was rejected, but still cracks me up. I knew it was going to be rejected as I was making it. But I had to keep going. Creepfest! Enjoy.

Naked

I have been naked for a little over a week now.

No one seems willing to call the cops.

Or maintain eye contact for the most part,

So it’s a push.

 

The first couple days

it made my heart race

Now I feel trapped

In a twilight zone

Episode

 

One area

People always object over

Is furniture.

A towel

or plastic wrapping

 are pretty standard reactions,

from my experience.

 

Which is kind of a bummer, you know?

Having all your nakedness

touching awesome fabric

 was a major selling point

when I was considering

nakedness.

When ever they cover

That sweet soft leather lover seat

With that Knight Rider beach towel

Or you bring in that faded

deck chair that everyone knows is about to break,

I look longingly for a pair of pants.  

 

But I catch myself

And I chuckle,

with a fist covering my mouth,

But I chuckle.

“I’m naked in this guy house.”

Can’t give up the game,

Not just yet.

Maybe tomorrow,

It supposed to be breezy. 

a job and a home and a new music video

I looked at this page for the first time in a long while today and I felt a lot better about my current circumstances. Also I figured it'd be good to let all you nice people know that I'm longer jobless and homeless. 

My second attempt in 2009 to move to Oakland is far more successful than the first. I'm living in a house at 51st and Telegraph with three swell gents. Two of which are old dear friends; Jon and Winston. And I like Chris, my third roommate, more every day.  

My tiny room requires me to crawl through windows in the living room or walk through my roommates' room. But one step at a time since I do have a min wage job at this point, a cool min wage job but still. A second job is on the horizon I'm sure, but more time being Oakland has been kind to me. 

I'm working at an awesome restored 1935 movie theatre in El Cerrito. It used to be a speakeasy theatre but they went under. If you want you can read about the interesting story here. Its not going to be as cool before, but we will be serving beer and wine and delivering pizzas to the seats. Pretty awesome. 

Before I got hooked up with a job and a room (god bless good friends), I finished a new music video while in Placerville. Its for a band called Carcrashlander from Portland. My friends' Jon and Mimi Fee, who started a record label a couple years ago called Parks and Records, asked me to do it. I've said a few times to friends that I'm done with making music videos, but my boredom at that moment, lack of live shows, and being a fan of Cory Gray's previous band Desert City Soundtrack, I agreed. 

Here's the result, let me know what you think. Take care of yourself kids. 

Homeless, Jobless and newly Single

But still making art and finding venues to show it to people.
Life keeps moving.
Here's my latest creation.
I've got a show with the always amazing Silian Rail on wednesday at the Rickshaw Stop in SF.
Come out.
And God love Hitchcock!!

Dennis Rodman Rebounds My Heart

Tonight I happened to catch an episode of Celebrity Apprentice. Well... truthfully I choose to watch it and I must own that. On a side note: I think Apprentice Celebrity would be a better show idea. I guess that's what all reality tv is though, so never mind.

I never took Dennis Rodman seriously, nor should anyone frankly. Ever. But once upon a time, I enjoyed his anti-authority antics and respected his zest for craziness. Somewhere along the way I lost interest. Much like I did with Paulie Shore after 'Son In-law'. I'm sorry that wasn't fair Dennis. I believed no rekindling spark could ignite our love affair. Until tonight that is.

In 30 minutes of television, while on the job the Rodman did the following: placed Joan River's annoying daughter in a trash can with the help of Tom Green then dragged her 200 yards, took Clint Black to a bar, getting him to admit he's too uptight and inducing him to sing 'Killing Time' to an empty bar, picked up on a 22 year old waitress in front of Hershel Walker. ( When he asked her age, she said' Old enough.' To which Dennis touched his index finger to the tip of her nose.) All while pounding vodka cranberries.

After hitting the strip clubs with Tom Green and a Russian model/possibly-stripper all night, Dennis failed to show up or answer the door or phone the next day. And still he wasn't fired.

Thanks Big Guy. Call me sometime.

Bye Silver Jews