rusty gears-->Global Urban Filth

I'm starting to get embarrassed by the blank webspace, so I'm dumping 200 photos from the past three years up on the website this week. Rather than arrange them by subcategories, I'm just identifying them by the loosely fitting theme that identifies all my images: Global Urban Filth.

And the half-assed new homepage will be up in a few days, too. None of the links will work.

In between spending hours on end selecting (not yet editing) photos this weekend, I spent large periods of time bored and confused.

Then I remembered the dozen or so guitars in the apartment. I moved around lots of wires, tuned up the FSH guitar that I fixed up three weekends ago (1960s Guyatone), and discovered that I'm as bad as I ever was. Sloppy, noise, intense. Would work well with the rest of a band. Weirdest of all, FSH songs that I couldn't remember how to play sprung to "life" at my fingertips as soon as those fingertips touched the cheap plastic guitar on which I'd written the songs. Ah, "Juliette Lewis" and "Lemonade."

If only I had written anything of signifigance.

This is the way weekends and evenings and perhaps early mornings must be. Sharing a worldview with anyone interested and breaking whatever molds. Otherwise you are your job, or, at least, you aren't much of anything else.