December 2004 Archives

on christmas day honey and i drove down the coast to big sur for some vibe time
we saw whales spouting out in the ocean
crows ate her nasty vegan burrito at the river inn
we played world instruments at the napenthi vibe store

part of the jackie o european tour photo archives

kyle lee and honey LEEDS, UK 12-10-04

today i saw a cluster of small little finches get scared by a blue jay and all flutter from one bare tree to another, causing rain drops to fall in a flutter and a rush
for christmas i got diarreah.
and a cordless drill.
and socks
and almond roca.

so we got back from the jackie o motherfucker europe tour a few days ago. sorry i havent put up a tour blog yet. i have to make my pictures small enough to fit here
since we've been back, honey and i have been laying low. she got the stomach flu and ive had a hard time with the jet lag
and our phones got shut off for a few days. and now we ran out of oil heat, which i guess we will get filled up in the next day or so but for now the house is really fucking cold
ive decided to put out some 'real' white rainbow records, one with music fellowship and the famous "lost" first album i made with aaron and dick and daron back in october/november of 2003 as a private recording for honey when we were first falling in love will be released by steve sometime in 2005 as well. i just cant keep up with making cdrs and making consistent packaging cause i always run out of at least one thing i need to make them and then dont have enough spare cash to get more tape or cdrs or boxes or spray paint or something. also im just so incredibly lazy. not to say that the first three volumes of white rainbow will go out of print, or that yarnlazer as a cdr label is a complete bust, more that i would like to make something that people could get at a store or from a better mailorder than me and with nice regular packaging. is that so wrong? i have this dream of making a white rainbow box set sometime this year which would be 5 cds and one dvd in a white box with each disc and case being a different color of the rainbow so when you put it in the box you get a rainbow. but even on the cheap, a project like that is gonna cost a lot of money.
im still working on the dirty projectors white rainbow collaboration twelve inch. i guess i have some good stuff, but its not done yet.
i listened to a little bit of my old vvrssnn album today and it sounded so embarrassing to me. the beats are just kinda weak and flat. its plainly obvious that i shouldnt concentrate on beats so much. or maybe now that i have a proper computer i could make some beats but it just seems i have so many freinds that do it better and are more interested in like, collecting percussive samples and stuff. i just cant get into sequencing and going that deep. im more of a let it roll kinda dude, get some weird sounds and some echos and other weird effects and see what happens. not so much into disecting beats for hours on end. whatever..
world is gonna play a show tomorrow. our first in a really long time. i wonder if anyone is gonna care. we'll record it and make it another cdr album
im so bad at keeping my websites updated and working. i just suck at it because i dont know how to do it very well.
man its cold in here
the other day i re-read what i wrote for devendra for this weird art show he is doing where each person in the art show makes a piece of fantasy clothing. i think his is a robe of corw feathers with two baby lions heads on the breast. i did a critical written piece that will be printed in the catalog. i wrote it at the tail end of the queens of sheeba tour. you want to read it? here it is:

to devendra, for your crow's feather lion's head vibe shawl thing:

my understanding of the word empathy is that you truly and deeply feel the emotional sprit of other human beings. by this definition, duderino banhart-crow is one of these most empathetic people i've ever known. im telling you the kid is a pure golden beauty. his heart is an open, soft place, his eyes and voice and his very spirit glow with the kind of empathetic love that shows that the soul of a person can not be judged by the weathering of the skin through age and exposure, but is instead somehow found within us, glowing, latent, waiting for us to embrace it. its just that for whatever reason the flood gates are open now and here and with him and we get to feel its warmth and shine and glow. that power to ignite the internal glowing spirit that lays dormant within us all. that power to accept the golden spirit of life and let it run free and billow out and touch every living creature with light.
wild laughture singing free with the animals, trees and crystals and it echos in the high desert canyons and in the hollow city streets and dark cafe's and college dorm rooms (all bongs and marley posters and laundry detergent boxes and ipods) and everywhere in between. every living thing holding the glow that brings us to the true nature of life itself, or some such shit.

devendra hides and humms and whistles and kisses and spits and shits and writes and sings and breathes and touches and stains. mother earth below his feet. spirit and eternity, the infinite and the internet, all new age soul searching and billows of foggy vapors of wisdom up above and through us all. to tap into such core vibrational power is no small task. the reed flexes with the wind and does not break. the homeless wizard finds invisibility and strength in a tattered and stained old cloak. each stitch is woven with the power of eternal light and love and wisdom. he hides light in his stinky old beard. a healthy crow follows you for a quarter mile, stares and caws. you find yourself sitting next to a hopi woman on the plane. i've know devendra through many strange and boring circumstances. none of which matter in the least. the soft hand is always known to weary searchers. the warm glowing heart [of empathetic love and universal understanding] is an unguarded light that flows freely through us all. does he see the golden lazers flowing through his hands and heart and mouth? onto paper and into microphones and out loud-speakers and over the ether-inter oracle into our eyes and ears and minds and through us back out into the eternal wonderful silence of infinite wisdom? do you know that you and every breathing piece of matter on this planet in this universe holds and releases and spreads and stains with such lazer glowing light? do i? does he? do long haired dudes with facial hair and mysteriously ethnic looks have more fun? is this will ferrel in zoolander? is this "derelique" couture? matrix reloaded? rush hour 2? does the blood of the slaughtered natives of this continent soak our Collective Soul (yeah)? are we one step closer to God or Truth or Beauty? will the eternally trampled shamen's spell cast through us all, dooming us to a life of complicated ironies, chaining us to and blinding us with our speed and technology? have you ever sung along to Zuma while showering in the dingy apartment bathroom of a grad student on a full ride from the anthropology department? i mean what the fuck is primativism if not the sad cries of the guilty conqueror and his raped, bleeding victims combined and spit out for us to gasp at and covet? do our computers hold the souls of all the "injuns" and "camel fuckers" and "niggas" and "sluts" and "witches" that everybody done fucked up and trampled? do they stain our emails and cdrs with their bitter tears? i would gather my few tattered blankets and huddle hidden under the neon warmth of a new york city bank building or ride my day glow golf cart through the carribean jungle with R kelly in the back shining my nine iron with his hot girlfriend's bikini top or take peyote bought from a homeless native american on my way to las vegas, or get lost in the canyons off the california coast in someone's luxury SUV, listening to neil young and hoobastank and some "black music" while smoking the kind weed that some kid with famous parents gave to us as a sad, pathetic parting gift. but in all this patheticism there's beauty. it just takes the empathetic eye to shine its glow and reflect it back onto the world. and that's where its at, dude.

anyway, tour pictures coming soon i promise

love
adam

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