An overall amazing tour came to an ubrupt end when a bank informed our dear Hobo-Traveller that some one in a distant state was having their way with Tyler’s bank balance.
Tyler arrived at 6:45 am in Phoenix, Arizona today safe and stinky and immediately hobo-hoofed it to the lightrail in the pouring rain and on back to the fringes of the desert to soap-it-down and head back into this illustriuos city he calls home. H-O-M-E!
The Hobo-Traveller shape-shifted into Wine Steward and taught a wine class at Noon today, and real-life has resumed. Back to the grind - Thank God.
Dear Arizona,
M, L, R, & T
I love you - I will never leave you. I missed you like a limb, you’ve helped me stand for so long and showed me how to walk. You gave me a pencil. I learned to walk while holding one, and In time, I learned to write. You have read what I have written and helped me understand what it means. I would fain trust myself to speak these words to you due to another gift I have inherited, over-active tearducts.
To my dear family who is my home, no matter where my journeys take me: You have given me everything and you have saved me. Not just this time but my whole life. You are why I am me and I love that about myself. I can’t wait to see you all, and a thousand apologies if this soul-searching caused you alarm. I know where home is and I know my dreams are safe in the company of those who support me.
Lastly, it is my nature to live perched precariously on the fringes of my dreams and push them like a child would push an elephant. But, I’m developing tools and the means to move mountains with the help of my biggest fans and supporters. There is only four in this earth that take that cookie, and I extend this as well to all of those whom they have chosen to bring with them. I would do nothing if it were not for you.
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Last night was one for the highlight real in a future retrospective of my entire existence. At 8:30, down on Division Street Eugene (proprietor of Eugenio’s in Portland, Oregon) had a good friend of mine over to assist him in throwing a little soiree. Nels from the innovative and groundbreaking winery, Gruet Winery, in New Mexico was stopping in to present some of the wineries best showing varietals. He brought along the DemiSec, Grand Rose, Rose, BlancdiBlanc, and a slew of good times. I arrived around 9:30 and shuffled into a scene from a movie where you wish you could hang out with the characters. Trick was, everyone was in 3D and I fast realized I was actually there.
These Portlanders had dolled themselves up and let the casual attitude of Portland alone for a night and put on their make-up and heels. The fellas were rocking blazers and button-ups. The vibe was as it always is at Eugenio’s, inviting and enveloping. Crossing the threshold here is like feeling the steam rising from a hot cup of tea on a cold day as it warms your hands and heart. It’s an extension of residents around Division’s kitchen. It’s a place to lay low for a while and just dig on each other and the moment we are all sharing.
CasaNormal
Cupid took a hip shot and caught me in the aorta. I met a remarkable woman last night at the bubbles tasting and through some glitch in the universe she has agreed to go on a date with me tomorrow. Good thing too, because I missed my flight in order to insure that I had the opportunity to ask her out.
So, I must send my warmest of thank-you’s to Fleur de Lis floral boutique on Division Street for putting together one of the more beautiful bouquets that I have ever held. I told myself as I walked back from delivering them to her, “If you think the flowers are beautiful, you ought to see ‘her’.” So, I’m off to do a little sleuthing and plan a date in a city I know little of. And that’s all that I care to share with the world at this moment. So butt your nose outta my personal bizz…
Seen Scene
Back to information I approve for public eyes and earholes. Simply stated, Portland’s Music scene is stellar. I headed out Friday night to the Doug Fir to watch some local Portland bands Video’s can be seen in previous posts if you scroll down. I’m Playing at the White Eagle Saloon tonight for their weekly songwriter’s night. I’ll put video of that up tomorrow, but I’ve got daylight and time, so…
Mt. Tabor Sun on a Sunday
It’s a morning beatific, and I’m heading up on mount Tabor to look back across the breadth of Portland Oregon and sigh in awe. Perhaps this is the best place on earth. From the people to the places to the tap-water this town is cool. Seriously, the tap water is like chilled Fiji water without the carbon footprint and the slow toxicity of low grade plastic. Back home in the AZ the water comes out body temp and removes three to four layers of enamel from your teeth with each sip. Chicago was like that too. In Chi-town they pull their water from the Lake and condition it so it’s what I like to describe ‘living water’ It hasn’t spent the better part of it’s existence roaming around inside a pipe. Portland’s wa-wa falls from the sky… Imagine that fellow Phoenicians, water falling from the sky! Before I come to Portland, I always get the warning from people
“Ooooh it rains a lot there, ya know?”
“Yeah, and there is clouds and trees and flowers and all the other blessings that precipitation brings.”
At home in the desert, when it rains (rarely) the populace collectively loses their minds for a moment. Car accidents go on the rise, roofs leak because - “Hey, who knew?”
“No need to fix that, it never rains here.”
On out the Door and into the Hills
I just realized that Spring is here and it’s foolish of me to be blogging on a day like this. So, I’m off to enjoy the warmth of the Sun and the cool breezes of the Northwest. Day five is underway.
SuperNormal Tyler LIVE at Mama Java’s: GoodBye Beginning
How’d it go?
On December 26th. Tyler Christensen (SuperNormal Tyler) played to a packed house at Mama Java’s Coffeehouse in Phoenix, Arizona. The show started at 8pm with Tyler casually strolling through the doors and saying hello to his awaiting friends and family. This show was a rare and welcome occurrence for the artist, as he mentioned in opening his set. This Indie Rock and Roll deal consists of late night shows in whiskey bars and the like. The cozy, intimate setting of Mama Java’s provided the perfect atmosphere for a simple acoustic singer/songwriter performance.
“It’s great to do a show at a place like Mama Java’s, in that, you’re performing in a silent room save for the barista machine firing up every few minutes. You couldn’t ask for a better crowd then the one at Mama’s last night. Attentive and appreciative, they made the night what it was. Good Show.” - Tyler Christensen
And a sizeable crowd, it was. Every seat was taken in the place with patrons sipping coffee and tapping their toes to the tunes. Well, every seat except for one was taken, to be honest, the empty chair on stage with Tyler made a good spot for his songbook to be sprawled out. Tyler flipped the pages and flowed through his songs in a casual “relax, I’ve done this before” manner.
Kick-back, put your feet up… It’s an intimate little place.
The Setlist
Tyler opened his set with “The Things I’m Gonna Miss” a slow solemn song setting the tone for the evening. The tone set was not solemn, however, more like captivating. Starting the set with one of his more reserved, and memorable songs locked the crowd in for the evening. From the first note Tyler held ‘em and didn’t let them go until it was closing time. Breezing through his latest material such as: “Muse”, and “Carousel” to ‘digging into the vault’ to pull out older material that Tyler hasn’t played live in years, it was a full survey of this Singer/Songwriters repertoire.
The Break
Around 9:00pm, Tyler took a short five minute break and mingled with the crowd milling around. Meeting with friends from over ten years past, Tyler had a crowd as varied and diverse as his musical history. Colette Panagos, a high-school friend from back in the days of ‘Promiscuous Chicken’, Tyler’s first band in High-School. Jessica Bonnet Jennings, a fellow face-in-the-hall all through Junior High School and Chandler High, and her husband were in attendance as well. Who needs a high-school reunion, this was much shorter and all parties involved didn’t have to do that ‘reunion small-talk’ and ‘reminiscing.’ It was just a nice evening out. Chatting in the cold and some parting, then, Tyler returned inside for the second set.
The Second Set
Returning to the stage at 9:15, there was only fifteen minutes of showtime left. Tyler thanked his hosts and spoke a little about the neighborhood. A recent new-comer to this part of town, Tyler spoke of his affinity for the local independent businesses supporting live music in the area. Mama Java’s, Darwin’s Waiting Room (Famous Wings), and others were mentioned in gratitude by the artist.
Thanks for the show Mama Java’s!
The Indie Corridor
Indian School Road is seeing a sea-change of sorts. From the Great Escape, to The Vig, To Darwin’s, to Hazelwood’s, to Mama Java’s, Independent restaurants and pubs, and coffeeshops, as well as retail locations are buiding a tight-knit community of mutual support. A recent influx of energy was brought about by the independent businesses in the area focusing on all-things-local. There are no illusions of grandeur in this little pocket of culture in the Valley of the Sun. Humble business owners open their doors each day, and just ‘do their thing.’ When the night falls, the baristas and bartenders set up PA’s for their local musicians and artists dropping in to hawk their latest wares. The Indie Corridor is experiencing an ebb and flow of a perfect partnership between artists and community.
GoodBye Beginning
Take it to mean what you would like it to mean. A goodbye to a beginning is a beginning of sorts; A prelude to the next step. A movement ever-upward, humility in-tow and a handful of genuine intentions. That can be said for Tyler,and for this little local business community.
“Grow Slow.” Tyler says,
“In this fast-paced, quick-fix-perscription kind-of-world we live in, it’s important to rise above all that noise. In this little section of town I call the Indie Corridor, we’ve got the right idea. There’s no flashy-glossed-over marketing needed. The guy rocking your party is the guy you saw this morning at 8 am dropping into Mama Java’s for a little retina relaxer. And the girl hanging out talking about her artwork is the same girl who gets a pack of smokes every morning at the Circle K with two-dollars cash-back for the bus. This is my little, real neighborhood. No veneer, no catch-phrase - This is home.” - Tyler Christensen
SuperNormal Tyler dropped into Darwin’s Waiting Room (Famous Wings) in Phoenix, Arizona for a solo acoustic performance. At 11:11p.m. Tyler Strolled through the door with an acoustic guitar, and harmonicas in a case, and a jam packed backpack on his back complete with a chrome mic stand sticking out of it like a large antennae. The quintessential ‘indie’ Tyler had just hopped off of the 41 westbound bus and was making a casual beeline for the stage.
“I have begun to play local shows in the same vein as I did when I was on my Public Transit Tour of Portland, Oregon (May 2008). The idea was to utilize public transit to get to all of my gigs. I think I have nearly perfected the method of light travel and pre-planning to the point where I prefer to not rely on anything but the hopes of a good time. No cars, no MPG’s, no CFC’s… I think that I just might be the greenest musician on the planet.” - SuperNormal Tyler
Well, green to a point, he sure did bring a lot of paper with him. A key component of Tyler’s live show’s is the ream of paper stacked up on whatever is handy, be it a barstool or a table. Due to his prolific songwriting Tyler is constantly workshopping new tunes and a live performance is sure to be a presentation of his latest efforts in songwriting. No two shows are the same and no matter if you saw him play last night or twenty minutes ago, it is a fresh experience packed with new material everytime.
Tyler Early In The Set
Blazing through his set and shuffling through the ream, about an hour in Daylon Greer the Local ‘King of Covers’ walked through the door. JT’s, a local pub down the street ,was having their 11th anniversary, and Daylon had been out celebrating and bar hopping all day. It was great to see these two local performers interact on stage, even if the whiskey was playing Daylon’s harmonica more than he was. After depleting the bar of a fair share of it’s stock of Jack Daniel’s Daylon and his girl headed out the door and back into the night.
Daylon Greer and SuperNormal Tyler
Tyler closed out his set with a message by playing his song “Walking”. Indulging, as he rarely does, in a little songwriter/storyteller moment, he explained the story behind the song. An up-beat, positive number about a simple walk downtown, the crux of the story and the reason for the song relies on when Tyler was doing laundry in a laundromat downtown and took a walk around the block while his clothes (complete with his favorite shirt) was tumbling in the dryer. He returned to find the door open and his clothes gone. Rather than let the experience sour his chin-up stroll around downtown marvelling at passers-by, and passing on a little good cheer on a day where ‘morning made a masterpiece’, Tyler released the negative overtones of the theft by crafting a little ditty. ‘ my clothes are gone/i hope whoever needs’them puts them on and goes out walking/head held high in pride/ in their brand new clean clothing’ . The resounding choruses reverberating across the bar and out the door into the end of the night; ‘we owe eachother the world / and the world don’t owe us a thing’.
“Sarge, a weekend host on 1480 KPHX Radio in Phoenix contacted me while I was on tour for the Public Transit Tour: Portland, Oregon. We discussed Phoenix’s Public Transit and agreed to an interview. It could not have gone better. The engineer, Shawn Ryan, made a great suggestion of doing the return from the commercial breaks live in-studio. Therefore, I did the whole interview holding my guitar - the only way I am 100% comfy. Thank you, Sarge for the opportunity to discuss such a vital and important issue with you and your audience. I look forward to continuing our dialogue.” - SuperNormal Tyler
Sarge and SuperNormal Tyler out back of the 1480 KPHX studio post-interview
Scroll to 23:20 on your audio player to hear the beginning of Tyler’s portion of the interview.
The first half of the interview was devoted to Chris Gramazio, He is running for local office. Please, visit his site and lend him your support if he speaks to what you care about.
The clouds broke over Portland - here comes the sun - and it’s time for a little flop-flop adventure. Today I decided to get a little business done and then maybe, oh, I don’t know ‘do something I guess’. It’s a day before the big show at Eugenios and I figured I’ll take the day off and soak up the sun and dig on the locals for a while. I started out with a stroll down Hawthorne Boulevard and called Eugenio’s to see if I could catch the owner Eugene for a chat before the big night. I wanted to tell him how many people I think are coming and just put a face to the name. He’s been so good to me I thought I’d pay him a visit.
Down 34th Ave and a the left on Division Street and I scooted through the door. I had called about ten minutes previous and Eugene was out running errands so I’ll have a little lunch and sit on the patio. Kate was behind the bar. She’s an M-80 in a swimsuit and jean shorts sweeter than anything and fully capable of beautiful disaster if you meddle with that fuse. An angel with the devil her pocket, breaking hearts and taking names - don’t cross this one. Yeah, she’s rock and roll, man.
I ordered a Geno Panino and a glass of Gruet bubbly in a short stubby glass. I try to refrain from using stemware due to my penchant for destruction. I want no challenges today. So it’s bubbly in a stubby - Easy is the recipe, and the finest ingredient is time; so it’s slow-go to the patio. There’s a champagne sunrise at three PM and I’m in search of a day-buzz.
The Nicest Human Being on the Planet
Eugene rolled up in the alley by the sidewalk in a white Honda Accord and stepped out looking exactly like I expected him to. Laid back and relaxed. Eugenios should be built on a boat with Eugene at the helm swaying smoothly on calm waters and going where the breeze wills you. He’s rocking a blue T-shirt and cream-colored shorts and shades. He looks like he just stepped off of the deck of a schooner somewhere sandy and blue. He puts you in the mood he’s seems to be in perpetually; unceremonious, and cruising across the surface of the earth doing what he’s doing and then checking something else out for a while. The way it used to be? The way it is here at Eugenio’s. He’s a natural restaurateur.
Matchbox Omega
Three girls sat at the long table across from me, in true Portland fashion, we were all sharing the same table in a matter of minutes. Just in time too, because no more than a minute later I would have been destroyed by a cyclist that slammed into the chair that I was sitting in. These girls saved my life. Myshelle in sleeves and a sundress. A 4′ 11″ live wire and a kindred spirit of the bartendress Kate. Ashley in a simple grey dress and a push up - making a statement in muffled colors the statement she made sounded something like “Damn!” All the while laying down the wit like a short-order cook. Becky behind her cell phone peeking out to smile and drop a joke. Everything said about one could be said of the other if we are speaking solely on first impressions. There the kind of girls that make the clouds break and I blame the perfect weather on them. They had a name for their little coalition: Kappa Kappa Matchbox Omega.
Kappa Kappa Matchbox Omega:Ashley, Becky, Myshelle, and Kate
Chad meandered into the mix, he’s moving to Portland from Vermont and searching for a house. He won’t find it today, the Matchbox Omega girls stepped in and he and I are about to be hijacked. Before long we were all ‘life-long’s’ riding the crest of a wave beatific and ready to sail this thing all the way up to the Gold Dust Meridian on Hawthorne leaving Eugenio’s in our wake and on the docket for tomorrow night. Showtime.
Myshelle, Ashley, Chad, Kate, and Supernormal Tyler
Meridian
The Gold Dust Meridian was the next destination, so we paid the tabs and said our goodbyes to the crew of Eugenio’s leaving it as our safe harbor. We’ll return tomorrow night, and I can repay the debt of a great day to all of the people who gave it to me. That’s why I love playing music, the human connection. Stepping in and creating happiness for people, positive and prolific - I’ve got one-and-a-half hours of stage time and it’s gonna go by to fast. At the Meridian, we found a back patio, Omega had been there before but none of them had noticed it before. The little pathway was like entering a secret garden and we assembled ourselves at a table. Omega was drinking Mojitos made with 12 year Rum, and I was stepping it up a bit. I had an IPA and a shot of well bourbon, I was seeking the day buzz, and hell bent getting on there. Our collective energy soon filled the patio to the gills with day-drinkers. General jackassery and side-splitting laughter, Myshelle drew a Black Bart moustache on her index finger and was holding it up to her face and the rest is a blur. I believe the buzz had arrived. And I believe it skipped a few stages and put me straight in Zangsville!
Myshelle and her Black Moustache
One guy came in with a guitar and some one said paly us a song, he refused. I took that as my cue and went back to the Hostel and got the Git-fiddle. I walked back on the patio and asked if I could play them a song and so I played “Arizona Born and Glory Bound”. That song is kind of becoming my anthem for this trip. “the secret to success is get the F*** out”, an urge I am trying to fight. I fall in love with everywhere I travel and the common theme around here is that what is trying to happen to me has happened to many. Ich bin ein Portlander! Myshelle asked me if that was a harmonica, I said “yes”. Apparently, she plays. She started tooting around on it and I played a remix of one of my own tunes: “The Things I’m Gonna Miss”. Normally, it’s a heartbreaker track slow and solemn. People have told me it made them cry, but, now it was up-beat jovial and I gravelled-up the vocals and Myshelle rocked the Harmy. I had to go after that. I could have stayed there all day, but, I wanted to hit the Muddy Waters Open Mic on Burnside and the sign-up started at seven.�
The Crew is Growing at the Meridian
Murky Moods at Muddy Waters
I arrived at 7:05 and the place was already awash with troubadours with guitars in-tow. I got a negative vibe and heeded it. I chose to head back to the hostel and good thing I did because about ten minutes later I had to put the buzz to bed. I spun motionless on the matress then dropped off the planet at 7:00 PM. That’s Rock and Roll.
I hit the streets with Joseph O’Brien and we hoofed it from SE Hawthorne Boulevard all the way to Alberta Street. It was quite a hike but well worth the trip. A woman named Tamara runs the open mic and she had two assistants, (Nik and Rachael) digitally recording the night. Hopefully, can get a hold of that and toss it up on this site soon.
Rachel and Nik
The true test of the quality of an Open Mic is who is running it. Sure, the quality of performers is important, but, when a night is run by professionals and cared for like it was Wednesday May 14th at The Alberta Street Public House in Portland, Oregon the performances shine and the vibe gets positive enough to change things about this little ball we live on.
Tamara-The Professsional
Whiskey and the Walk Home
Gil (a street musician) Joseph, and I hit the streets and in true busker fashio Gil was asking every passer-by if they wanted a song. Dusty, a guy strolling home, stopped on the corner of Alberta and tenth, and Gil went into it. I popped the latch on the case and backed him up on harmonica. A 20 minute chat and a drop in to the Plaid Pantry for some beers we soon found ourselves parked on a wall along the sidewalk and shot the breeze and talked music and dreams. Good Times. Thank you Portland.
Today is a day for some winding down, so that I may wine-up tomorrow. I am gearing up to head out in the morning to wine country. Pre-departure, I had set up a tour of the Willamette Valley wineries to see the romance and process of wine-making. I have been a bartender and wine enthusiast for about 8 years, and now I finally get to see a real functioning winery. At the outset, the Supernormal Wine Tour had different intentions I was to be travelling with someone, but the fates shifted that one out of our collective hands. What a shame. I hope to make the best of ill-fortune and turn what was positive in the outset - then hopeless and empty in the middle, into something positive in the end. Here’s to two days in wine country. If the Portland scenery is any barometer, then the Willamette Valley is sure to be a show-stopper. Some strumming in the vines and a little soul-searching.
Burning Ancient Dinosaur Graves
I don’t drive. I don’t own a car and barely have a license. The AZ Driver’s license I do have exists only because modern societal discourse dictates that I keep one current. This one is good through 2043, so, I won’t have to deal with the DMV for a spell. Whew. I found that having a car makes me miss too much. And I mean more than just my four-dollars-plus per gallon. Sure the trip to the grocery store was a breeze back when I used to turn my hard-earned cash into flammable liquid, but, the walk to the grocery store is a blessing as well for better reasons than convenience. I hope that I don’t miss the forest for the “G’s” when I turn the key and press the pedal tomorrow morning. Vroom!
Mural of Hawthorne Boulevard Portland, Oregon
The Joy of having a Jive-foot
As far as getting around Portland proper goes, I waltz past every little nook and blemish of this city, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I get to see what would be a blur to the daily driver, I get to zoom in on details and see faces while others whiz by in a mad race for a potential parking space. Pedestrians are not a nuisance to the Hobo Traveller, I can’t, nor do I wish to honk at them or scream “Get out of the way!” Instead we share a “hello”, or a “pardon me” and a smile.
Front Porch Bluesman
Around 3:00 PM, I sat on the front porch of the Hawthorne Traveller’s Hostel and played through some of my tunes. I hadn’t played at all since I arrived Sunday night. So, I figured I would get the cobwebs out. Some fellow hostellers were on the other side of the porch and they would applaud and smile when I finished the tunes. Passers-by gave the standard nod of approval as they walked past. As for the daily-drivers; I doubt they ever saw me. Blessing or curse? Better or worse? Who knows?
The sun came out and the wind sneaked over the river and wafted down Hawthorne and created an afternoon very conducive to a little front porch Git-fiddle and Harmy-time. It was soul-soothing on the porch soaking up my last moments before the exodus uptown to the madness of the Dollar desk at the Portland International Airport, then out on the highway and into the vines. Excitement abounds. Even though this is going against the concept of a Public Transit Tour.
9 muses
While I was playing, another guy with a guitar came up on the porch and told us all about the show tonight (Tuesday May, 13th) at a little acoustic pub six blocks north of the hostel called 9 Muses. I mentioned yesterday about Joseph O’Brien, a busker I saw on Hawthorne. He gave me his flyer and I posted his video and information on supernormalrecords.com and now this other guy was telling me about the same show. These kids were definitely doing the footwork, and I am a firm believer that effort should be rewarded with a reward. In this case that would mean a packed house, so I committed my mind to going and tried to help remind people around the hostel to go tonight.
My hostel room has a built in alarm clock. A feature not listed on the Portland Hawthorne Hostel website pre-arrival, nor was it covered in the tour. When the early-riser goes to the kitchen for their morning cup of Joe, the aging floor boards creak underfoot. The floorboards also happen to be my ceiling above my top bunk perch. Mind you, this is not a complaint. It gets me up and out for the day, I didn’t have to call the front desk and request an 8 am wake-up call, instead I am nudged awake gently by little creaking noises and the occasional dropped item. Hostel travel is all positives. In fact, this feature should be touted as an upgrade. A wise traveller should opt for the room with the 8 am creaky-roof”. It’s all mine for two more nights, sorry guys.
Gresham MAX line
Out the door and on the Tri-met
After the shower, and the java it’s to the 14 Hawthorne, over the river and up the hill to the Japanese Gardens. I had heard about the gardens and saw some footage on YouTube, so I added this to my mental-list of must-see places. On my first ‘free-day’ I jumped at the chance to see this beautiful place. Being from Arizona, I am accustomed to a different kind of green. Foliage and what-not is a very hearty green back home, yellow-green and browns, reds, etc. I was in need of some good ole’ deciduous-chewy-basil-kind-of-green.
Enter the Garden
A Little Walk
I explored every inch of the Japanese Gardens and spent a good three hours retracing my steps and turning back to do it all again. When I visit a place like the Japanese Gardens, or a zoo I like to go through the park in one direction and then revers the path so that I see everything differently. If I were capable I would have burrowed into the soil and dug on them roots.
Central pond, reminded me of Monet’s Giverny
Loopy-loops
On one of my reverse laps, I found something I had missed the first time around. I stumbled into a little hut type meditation thing. I don’t really meditate in the traditional sense, but I figured I’d try to get into it, Supernormal-style. So I took out my notebook, closed my eyes, and began making little hash marks on the paper while I sat and listened to the garden and walked through the Garden again in my mind.
I was surprised when I opened my eyes that there was a picture-of-sorts there. And it did look a little like a Japanese Garden. I titled and dated it and I’m gonna keep it, but, here you can have a copy. No one ever said I was a visual artist. I play music like a banshee, but, I draw like a monkey. No shame in that. If you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing. No judgment on how well, just a can-do kind of thing.
This place is enchanting, delicately trained vines sculpted with rudimentary methodology. Simple sticks of bamboo fastened to branches with twine have done the majority of the shaping and training of the branches, but, most of the Japanese trees and plants look as though that is just how they grow. What I know of Japan is it’s art, I can say Japanese art, and I get an image in my mind as I am sure you do as well. There is a distinctive look beyond a simple font to all things Japanese, and the reason for that I would guess is nature. The trees shrubs and other things beyond my botanical prowess have that distinctive ordered Japanese look.
Right-click, Save as Desktop
From the Garden to the City
I spent the next few hours walking downtown and asking around if anyone knew of a place where I could have a Beer and Blog. I don’t mean Wi-fi. I mean, a bar with physical computers in it. Why do we all have to own a laptop? I don’t like carrying around all of that stuff, power cable, computer, then with all of the other elements of this SupernormalRecords.com enterprise. What if i drop it? What if I get caught in the rain, and soaked to the bone, or in this case; memory? Just to many what-if’s. But, here is yet another ‘what if’.
Training Branches Traditionally
What if?
What if a bar put along one of its walls an array of a few basic desktops. I am in the Fat Straw, a little Bubble Tea Joint and I love working in this place, but I want a beer man. My love for blogging and my love for beer are two very strong competitors. And I would argue, life sustaining drives, urges man! C’mon Bar Owners. Open the Beer and Blog, the Blog-N-Beer Tavern, or The Blogger and Lager! I’ll do it if you give me the dough of course.
If this were filled with Sake I would have Stayed here all day
There’s that for now. I think I’m gonna traipse around downtown and see if I can get a little more of the strong pulse of this cities music scene. Back into the city now…
