I used to have to wear one of these every day. Working at the cafeteria.

Sometimes I have dreams with hairnets in them - I feel trapped.

I am trapped - somehow, in a way I just can't get. Can't understand enough to figure out how not to be trapped. It is a learning experience, ie, you have to learn. And it seems that somewhere along the line comes in the idea that you can't figure your way out of the trap. But then what do you do?

The net, as it says on the box, is durable, invisible. I'll say.

Wear one every day. For a lovely coiffure, and to keep the hair out of the chili.

And just keep on working.

Molly driving in Utah

We stopped here once, filled up the truck and each had a piece of peach pie. It was so good, it can't be described.

I've worked everywhere, man.

cooking dinner - we need to do that more often.

Nice to walk down the street in a strange city and see a poster with your picture on it!

There's a lot going on in Truthville right now, but mostly neath the surface. My brother started a company and that keeps him busy, and out of trouble, and out of my hair for awhile.

But he also hasn't had time or inclination to do any new scheduling for the performance. I ask, but he always puts me off, saying, "Southwest Tour early winter 2009, OK?"

I'm thinking something like this, a nice evening in Tucson:


That's what I'm talking about. The Sonoran Desert, no place like it.

Douglass sent me this picture of two of his friends he hung out with on his last trip back from the east. He looks like he had so much fun! We better go on tour pretty soon or there's going to be trouble. He always gets to do the fun stuff!



Now I'm gonna be blogging a lot more for awhile - gonna be telling more stories and lies. Lies and stories. All mixed up.

Slide Show coming

when it happens. I discovered an old text called The Corporation Bought the Village... and decided it looks promising for further work. more on that soon. meantime, enjoy Kathleen Dreier's fabulous photos.

good morning.

We love road trips!

We got the boss a new coffee cup for his "entity non-being" day. He loves it!

It's not really fair, since every day is really "entity non-being" day, and so he expects presents All The Time. And I have time to shop for presents? This one came from My Dear Friend. Megan Whilden.

COFFEE!!




We stayed at the historic

Hotel Congress.




A hallway above the club.

On The Road To Oracle

Well folks, Aram, Menlo, and I drove almost 1000 miles to do a show.... here's some pix, from the truly oracular and magical and cool (cooler than Tucson) Oracle, AZ. Thanks to Megan and her The Station, and all the wonderful folks we met there and on the way. Here's some pix of the action...

Photos by Kathleen Dreier.



The Venue.




Menlo Macfarlane setting the lights.














We're on in a minute.(Aram Larsen)


The Marketing Prayer.

phase 2 plant expansion

Entering Phase Two -
Death As A Salesman moving along... into something new. Who knows what.

Here's the North Columbia Schoolhouse stage... backdrop hurriedly painted by my brother...



who lingered on stage a moment too long. We're going to have to eliminate that. In some way that won't feel like a demotion.



Here's some more shots of me on stage. I forgot so much stuff. It's like packing in a hurry. You always leave something behind. So as I work with the material - and Douglass' constant changes and additions - I get more and more used to it, and fewer and fewer things will get left under the hotel bed.





What are friends for? When bad eyes leave you painting blind? This is what they're for! Thanks!



Menlo Macfarlane, Aram Larsen, Reese Sutfin in The Bishop's Room.

schoolhouse show...


april 26 we're doing death as a salesman at the north columbia schoolhouse cultural center, a magical place where everything works great. we saw Vermillion Lies there, were floored.

here it is, on the lovely ridge, high above Nevada City:



hope to see you there. I finally got Douglass to agree to get on stage and introduce the show. bout time for a little help from that side.

I've been taking care of my brother Douglass who had some eye stuff going on for the last month. A vitreous hemorrhage, torn and detached retina, then a vitrectomy and laser surgery... it's all working out well now, but after that surgery he had to stay face down for 2 weeks... while the retina got settled in.




after the surgery Douglass gets ready for his two weeks of looking at the ground.

Show at Dotties Lounge

We did the show at Dottie's Coffee Lounge last Sunday night, a horrible night to go out and drive, with icy streets and sidewalks. But they still showed and listened.

For me, it was a rough night; one never knows why things feel a certain way one night and a different way the next. Anyway, each performance is an experiment in working with a space. As my friend Antero Alli says, Space Is Intelligence. And in this case, the people sitting there were part of the intelligence. And so we're working together. And for me at least, it felt like we were dancing but stepping on each others' toes a bit.

relaxing before the show



our guests


On to Sacramento and Further!

ps. The Screenwriter came to the show, and if it weren't for Flu, he'd already be starting the screenplay for Death As A Salesman.

Hi from Grass Valley. New apartment, in the heart of town. Can't wait to move in and get to work. Video from travels across the US soon as I get things unpacked.



Grass Valley's a cute town. Roses in December.

she sings

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sung by Dorothy Truth at the Storefront Artist Project's Dada Cabaret show.

John Sauer, piano; Randy Keyes. Drums; Richard Downs, Bass

6-2-2007 

new video

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on the road in New Mexico... Johnny sang to me of things he - barely - remembered.

At least he can't come in here to bother me. Bisbee has this fantastic YWCA - it's where I'm staying and making many many friends. Eat your heart out Douglass! nyah nyah. Can't come in here!

I come to find out my twin brother has shown up in Bisbee AZ, too! Isn't there some other sun-drenched locale where he can hang out? One where he won't be impinging on my space not to mention my reputation? Copycat:

Hi folks. At long last. One of my friends, a regular at the cafeteria, helped me set this up. My brother wouldn't lift a finger. Natch.

More later. Much more.