The Auspicious Athens, Georgia. Chapter 1: Escape Velocity


Living out of a car has given me a new perspective on people and the box (or sphere) of society that so many lock themselves into. I read a lot of people’s body language througout the day, and a staggering amount are saying, “I hate my life”, “my job sucks” or my personal favorite, “i’m so rushed i don’t have time think”. Then, their face tries to express a different opinion. It’s usually one of fakeness, people pleasing and putting on a show as if their lives are exactly where they should be. But behind that $2.30 cup of coffee, cell phone and pair of eyes I see a different story. And it belongs in the tragedies section of our collected life’s works. If you’ve kept up with me, you’ll know I’m very outspoken about this and refuse to be that guy who wakes up at 40, next to a wife he actually dislikes and a job that’s sucking his soul. I’ll take living out of my car and following my dreams anyday. According to my research and the scientific work of art i posted above, I’m aiming for the “original thinkers” section of outer space and not the deep-space section of “complete mental cases”. I believe it’s important to return to society every once in a while though. Just so i don’t float tooooo faaarrrrrrr…………..

… its kinda cold out here…

….but so quiet.




……the hell was that?….

….was that a thought?….



………i feel like i learned something…….

ok, let’s go back.

So here I am. Week numero dos in Athens, Georgia and this town has been throwing opportunities right at my face. Like…right at mu’face. I’ve received significantly more donations here than the previous towns and I’ve only been here 2 weeks. Hell, some couple just gave me 2 bucks because they liked what I was playing in the park. The music scene here is pretty magical and the overall auspicious nature of it keeps compounding with each person i meet…i might stick around a bit longer if that’s the case. I’ve also sunk into my groove quite nicely here. The “groove” of each place i’ve traveled through is found when these locations, which i’m about to mention, have been solidified: - - places to park(sleep) - grocery stores - libraries - parks to practice in - AND how this all relates to my Planet Fitness exercise/shower schedule. Throw in a couple Waffle Houses to cover my late-night breakfast-vice and you got yo’self one hell of a groove.

Uh! can you feel it!? The groove, i mean. … unless that’s just the breakfast burrito in my smaller intestine talking, i’m sure feeling it. and it feels good.

Groove on you crazy monkeys.

The 7 Seas of Bullshit

I didn’t realize how much goes into the business side of releasing an album. Pretty much, I’m getting all my ducks in a row. This is in order to bathe them so their feathers are vibrant and puffy. When presentable, those little quackers will march straight to the front-lines of the interwebs. Some may not return, but they understand this and consider it a noble cause. Good luck little fellas. Let your quacks ring out in the night and your feathers shine in the sun.

The music industry as we knew it does not exist anymore. It’s a double edged sword because now-a-days with the internet, everyone has the opportunity to say something. However, a lot people wanting to be heard, don’t have much to say. This surmounts to a sea of bullshit to sail in order to find some treasure. Treasure from the Bullshit Sea. It ain’t pretty. Especially when found off the coast of idiot island or the peninsula of self-entitlement. But, there are communes within these lands of independent music. Some hold the virtues of the art above all else……

*Holds flashlight to face*

Even money!


The gems crafted by such wizardly populations are said to induce powerful rushes of dopamine and mystical states of introspection. Even more so, their powers are multiplied when experienced with the eyes closed. Most of the people sailing the seas of bullshit never land at these communities. And why should they? Everyone else is hanging out at the docks of some White Bread Bonnaroo, where the music is full of fake shit, easily mass produced and sold at your local market. I should just go live on one of the prog-rock islands and hang with surfer chicks. Look, If there’s anything I’m trying to get across here, it’s that I think surfer girls are hot. I know that was a round-about way of getting here… But we’re here. So I’ll take one psilocybin infused coconut smoothie and watch the waves roll in. Mmmmmhhhmmmm. Well, before the sun goes down, I better get back home. I need to wake up at a decent time in order to finish my licensing, publishing, copyrighting, meta-data entry, album artwork, music videos, market research and internet monetization. Hey, where’d the surfer chicks go?