Some (but not all) of the shows I saw in 2018:
Steve Kilbey – April 28, private home, Sierra Madre, CA
Le Butcherettes – May 12, The Troubadour, West Hollywood, CA
The Brian Jonestown Massacre – May 27, Fonda Theatre, Los Angeles
Hedgehog – June 15, B10, Shenzhen, China
Wanda Jackson – July 7, Marty’s On Newport, Tustin, CA
The Bangles – July 14, Pershing Square, Los Angeles
My Bloody Valentine – July 22, Shrine Auditorium, Los Angeles
Charalambides – October 7, Blank Forms, New York City
Spiritualized – October 11, Kings Theater, Brooklyn
Shearwater + friends play David Bowie’s Berlin Trilogy – October 19, Brookfield Place, New York City
Lady Gaga – December 28, Park Theatre at Park MGM, Las Vegas
All of them are recommended
(larger version on Flickr
He’s buried with his twin sister at Riverside Cemetery in Fort Morgan, CO. The story is that Phil & Jane were born prematurely as their parents were on their way west from Chicago to California. Jane never made it. The loss underpins much of his creative work and the subsequent anger, blame, and self-analysis hangs over his background like an oily fog.
The town has a PKD festival now.
Someone left a robot button on top.
I’d like to believe that the WPA artist who made the figurines intentionally made one who’s just sick of everyone’s shit.
Burned forest at Mesa Verde.
Despite the weed rush, it’s still the Rockies.
As always, the idea is to avoid interstate highways whenever possible.
I just assassinated all of my social media accounts. All of them. The corpses of my Twitter and Facebook profiles remain out on the field until I sort things out here.
I’m keeping Flickr around because I like using it as a photo host but can anyone convince me that it’ll be there this time next year? How about in three years?
I’ve long advocated that everyone should own the means of production and it’s time to put this into practice.
Spotted on the Hemmings blog: 1973 Grand Prix: The first Pontiac I ever drove.
The first Pontiac I ever drove was my brother’s ’67 G.T.O., but a ’73 Grand Prix was the first car I ever owned. Here it is in action:
Outside of Belmont, Nevada. June 1984.
And me at the wheel – hauling down the West Side Highway in Death Valley. December 1983.
Would love to drive one again for a hour or so, but I’m happy to mostly leave it in the past.
Happy 100th birthday wherever you are!