She came to me through four strategically placed holes- the bloody blonde- and she was yelling: “Can you believe it? This is real life- you live in New Orleans!”

And I knew it was true because behind her blurry lights blazed in fiery lines from the outstretched balconies and about us danced costumed trumpeters and snare drummers, cowbell players and trombones. 

And I knew it was true because she told me and I had been thinking it for the past hour- “this is my life, I live here, this is happening”. 

My friend said “close your eyes” and the he spit all over my mask because “it makes a good splatter effect”.

The band leader announced during a stop at a bar- “I hope you liked that one,” in reference to the fact that he just played ‘The Imperial March’ on the jukebox, “because it will be playing 5 more times”. 

“It’s true,” his friend assured me, “He threw five bucks into the machine.”

I posed in front of the St. Louis Cathedral with my bloodied donkey mask and a woman offered us mushroom tea and a man gave us shots of rum. 

Laurel broke her nose when she and Brandon did the limp body routine and he dipped her into a wooden sign. She reset it though. They’re cute.

New Orleans Graffiti

So I’m in the Crescent City now and I feel like I’m on the cusp of a personal breakthrough. My brain is tumescent with ideas that need to be excised; I’m ready to crack open and spill out. I’m going to fill a room with self-portraits. I’m going to write songs and songs and songs and I won’t lose them to the ether. They’ll be cut out of my brain along with those idea tumors- placed into sterile mason jars and stacked in neat rows on wooden bookshelves that stretch to the top of my 15′ New Orleans walls.

My addition to …

My addition to the 34th Street wall. It’s a stencil I made of my friend’s dog. His name is Junior and I gave him a human body.

Layers of Dried Paint

The ’34th Street Wall’ is a Gainesville, Florida staple. It’s where people gather to remember those they’ve lost, to celebrate graduations and birthdays, to propose, and, always, to make art. Years of spray paint have caused the wall to expand out over the sidewalk. Sometimes gravity and weather become too much and past layers are exposed as the paint falls and flakes; occasionally one can pull off months of messages, memories, and missives in sheets that are inches thick. This is what it looks like underneath.

Here’s an EP of improvised songs from my time in the dorms at FSU

Click the picture to listen.

Listen to it! Download it! Sleep to it! Whatever!
I can almost promise one full listen though will leave you happier than you were before.

Street Soccer

My buddy Clemens lines his shot up for the recycling bin goal. There was a lot of glass on the street.

Gif Made for Media Class

A group project from my media class last year. The story of a young man jaded by his T.A.’s harsh grading practices. I’m sad because the shoes from the stomping picture were recently eaten by a dog. Bummer.

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Thanks to my group:Jessica Militare, Sara Wasserman, and Cody Fisher- you guys were great. Wish we could do more!