valkyrie-freyja asked: omg! found your blog because you started following my 'the state' sideblog, you are a great musician!!!! what part of the world are you touring about? It's amazing.
thanks. currently off tour in california.
Trailer park boys’ image on a poster for a drug & booze free event.
6 days, friends! 6 days till Better Days!
Goddamn, this was delicious. Well, not the most delicious, but pretty good. The Harmed Brothers’ “Breaking Bad” style “Better Days” countdown breakfast. Bacon art is a serious thing, folks. No lie.
One of the cool things about having a record come out is counting down to its release. Heh.
get it or regret it
Crazy awesome vintage moto leather jacket from the 1990s. Topped with hand-painted punk logos at like Sex Pistols and Crass. Excellent vintage condition. We only have one, so get it or regret it!
400 dollars for something your uncle probably made in his basement 25 years ago.
Yeah, I’m a coward. Not forever.
Almost Famous is on, thank Christ.
"Someday…you’ll be cool."
"I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore."
"I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone."
Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut (via sunsetskiesinyoureyes)
"I must be evolving as a person…or I’m dead inside"
Marc Maron (via romerovoid)
"I don’t know why but I just can’t tell if somebody loves me unless I can make them cry, I know it’s sick but it’s like foreplay for emotionally unhealthy people."
Marc Maron (via mold-spunk-trash)
Currently taped to my banjo case.
"Please. A little less love, a little more common decency." - kv
…or, “Thanks For Everything, Mom & Dad.” - Stephen Daniel John Maddox
Oh, California. It’s been an odd few weeks. Shows were great. I got to go on an adventure or two. Had many weird conversations. Many odd and intense nights. Cool free stuff. A few sober days sprinkled in here and there. I’ve come to terms with my weed smoking limitations as I get older. A trusty one-hitter has become a small fixture of my life. Today is sober day number four. Don’t know how long it’ll last, but I’m overall in a good headspace.
The new record finally has a set order. And a label. Artwork pending. It’s still going to be months before it’s released. Hi ho.
Our last CA show for a couple of months is tomorrow. Then the Oregon/Washington adventure (there pretty much till the end of the month) begins. Getting ready to once again see a whole lot of people and at the same time miss a whole lot of people.
I re-read the first 30 pages of Vonnegut’s “Slapstick,” and I really need to read the whole thing over.
New Vonnegut songs in the works.
A part of one of my dreams came true…Charlie Kaufman is adapting Vonnegut for the big screen. My dream at the time was for “The Sirens Of Titan,” directed by Spike Jonze or Michel Gondry…
"Slaughterhouse-Five" will more than suffice. Guillermo Del Toro set to direct. Goddamn. I say Goddamn. When it comes out, I don’t know.
I’ve been wracking my brain as of late trying to write a small set of songs revolving around Andy Kaufman, whom apparently is alive and well in Albuquerque, NM.
A few weeks ago, in a pleasantly baked state of being I stumbled upon a video created by a “Stephen Maddox,” an alleged real person who claims to be the alleged long-lost illegitimate son of Andy Kaufman. Though it is highly plausible that it’s bullshit. The story itself is quite interesting. The construction of the tale, that is. Look it up if you can. Anyway, the site AndyKaufmanLives.com is nothing but a white digital canvas, home to a few twitter links at the bottom left, and one of the eeriest videos I’ve ever viewed stoned in the middle of the night. The shot towards the end of a lonely grown man supposedly shunned by his undead famous father sent shivers down my THC-laced spine.
The songs, once finished will cover a few angles.
1. If it’s indeed true (which part of me would like to believe) - A song written from the point of view of Maddox
2. If it’s bullshit, which it probably is - A song from the point of view of prankster.
3. Andy’s disciples - A group of die-hard fans that either
a. want to believe Kaufman’s still alive, and that this is the greatest prank of all time.
b. want to keep alive Andy’s legacy of elevating the practical joke into an art form. These people keep the joke wheels turning for Andy, who can no longer do so.
4. Andy himself now at age 63, somewhere in Albuquerque.
Now mind you, this is obviously bullshit. I’m certain. I’m pretty certain. I’d love to believe in the greatest prank of all time being a former comedian/television star/manchild/lady wrestler (man who wrestles ladies) faking his own death for almost three decades. However, I was honestly baked to the point of fright towards the end. That fright stayed with me and turned into curiosity, and that turned into the little idea baby I’m now pregnant with.
I’ll end with another Maddox quote:
"You can’t see a bear shit in the woods if you are in the forest looking at trees."
Also, I’ve got to see about not being such an asshole.
Oregon, step-mother-home state. I’ll see you soon. I don’t know what to expect from you. I guess I shouldn’t.
Things I’ve discovered so far this spring/summer…
My long lost/estranged sister in Missouri.
My brother lives in Denver. He’s just as much of a mess as I am. He’s miserably hopeful and hopefully miserable. Death plagues him as it does me. But he’s got a wife, kids, grand kids, friends, art and love on his side. My other brother still lives in Houston. Dads ashes are still there. A family tattoo is in the works. Dad will be returned to the Earth one day soon. He’s still in a goddamn box. I think I may have been a haunted house the last twelve years and didn’t realize it. Well, i knew it but just didnt see it that way. Us brothers drink a good deal.
My father was an artist. A poet. A drug addict, gangster and flat out criminal. His longest stint in prison was 15 years. He has graced Folsom. San Quentin. He loved heroin. He also loved his kids as much as humanly possible. Hi ho.
Salcidos are gifted. Smart, neurotic. Artistic. A bit charming. at least my dad and brothers were/are. We’re a little tragic.
Your parents are the ones who truly teach you how to love someone. You observe and absorb that love. This is the way I was taught, merely from early observance:
If you love something and/or someone, you put your entire heart and soul into that/them…
Then the rest is just that you learn at an early age how to just miss someone. Dad missed mom horribly. So did I. So do I. I observed and absorbed that from dad. Life and love had become simply a series of missing people. No matter who is there. You grow up believing that love is being miserable for someone or something. And I suppose in a way it is. This is how I was accidentally raised.
My grandmother doesn’t recognize me anymore. Now what?
My friend is out adventuring in New York. I hope youre well. youre stronger than ill ever be. I’m sorry for everything.
I’m immensely proud of the record we’re about to put out this Fall.
I got someone here rattling my cage in a good way.
More as it develops.