More Ryan Adams (Photos by Danny Clinch)

Great desk shots from Ryan Adam's LA Sessions (NEW ALBUM SOON!)

"Up you go, little smoke"

Watched this in my American Independent Directors course the other day. Nothing like Kerouac's voice early in the morning. Early morning in the Universe.

Pull My Daisy, 1959


And here are my thoughts immediately after watching the short film:

Up you go little smoke
Up you go little smoke
Up you go little smoke
Up you go little smoke
Up you go little smoke
Kiss my daisy, mornin' goofin'
Thanks Jackie.

A poem written on my 21st Birthday, drunk around 1 PM

21
Thank God for friends
Thank God for music
Thank God for beautiful
Women in the morning.
For great guitar tone.
For staying drunk all day.
For 21st Birthdays.
For good coffee.
For conversations in the rain.
For Legend Brewery.
For sweatless bike rides.
Thank you God
For days that make sense.

Invisible Cities

Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone's gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes crystalline, transparent as a dragonfly. But everything must happen as if by chance, without attaching too much importance to it, without insisting that you are performing a decisive operation, remembering clearly that at any moment the old will return and solder its ceiling of stone, cobwebs, and mold over all heads.

From Italo Calvino's "Invisible Cities"

Richmond artist McLennan finds his voice through animals | Richmond Times-Dispatch

Richmond artist McLennan finds his voice through animals | Richmond Times-Dispatch
I know Ryan somewhat from when he used to work at Chop Suey books. He's a very friendly guy and his artwork is really great! I've got a few prints (pull outs from his interview in RVA Mag) hanging up in my room. Keep up the great work, Ryan!

Here's a link to his web page

Reading Hemingway by the pool

"I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring."

A Farewell to Arms

Tonight...

BEAUTIFUL

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