I miss old MTV!

Classic MTV was so tight! What happened?

RUSSEL FORTRESS

the lodge

straight out of dick tracey

senor ugly

yeeehaaaw!

my solo baggins corner

Deep in the woods of Salmon Creek lays an old log cabin where mine and Jeremy Uglys band 'RUSSEL' has been compiling songs and rocking out on the regular. Behind the cabin is a pool, a huge dirt race track for cars or whatever, and some apple & pear orchards. Not to mention weird shacks in the woods accessible via golf kart. Needless to say some wild shit goes down here. The spot has become a fortress for Russels madness and a place to getaway and create free of disturbance. Here's a few pictures of the layer.

Union Jacks

Union Jacks is a great srip club with some sweet gals. I like to hangout in front of strip clubs and party with the girls. No security monitoring everything or loud ass shitty music bumping full blast. When I moved back down to the Portland area I started hanging out with alot of strippers. They all know I'm not a baller either and ain't paying for lap dances. I think they're just stoked to not have a skeezy dude trying to get in their panties for once. Although by this picture I'm displaying some kind of street muff dive so it's not the greatest example haha...

Hippy bus da dee dood doo da doo dee

I've been trying to paint a large piece in my home town since I moved back from Seattle. I was up there for almost 10 years and will be gone again soon, and would like to leave something cool behind this time. Everyone here is shit heads though. I've offered up so many free huge murals to jerks that it frustrates the poop out of me. So now I've been forced to paint this secret spot which soon will be a massive wall of retarded coolness. And no one will get to see it accept the lone fishermen and road dogs that roam the tracks. Good! F#ck you Vancouver :)   

But... remember to be goofy! laugh! have fun! make beautiful stuff! be nice to your family! take care of your friends! enjoy the good and bad! and live live live! Even if you hate your home town. You can always move the fuck  somewhere else.

The Big Apple!

New York has the ability to turn a hobo into a no-bo. These pictures are older but I'm digging them out of the archives. I think they're from my first trip there with Chimo "2H"  when I was pretty much broke, like $170 bucks for 2 weeks. It made me experience the city in a different light. I got a tad grimier with stealing ( I never steal either), painting,drinking, and hanging out on the streets meeting people and getting into crazy shit. A lot of bottom shelf pints. Luckily my lady Megan took care of me when she wasn't working. And Chimo Joe bought us pizza here and there. I can't wait to visit again soon.

Putting the awe in awesome

When your best friends pass out after eating all the psychedelics there's little you can do besides cover their face in your girlfriends makeup and pour beer in their ears while snapping photos with a lamp shade on your head. Just be ready to pay for hotel pillow cases in the morning.

Tommy James in my head

After a wild 6 days in Seattle recently I found myself on a train still high on love, drugs, and life with this song playing in my head on repeat. There's something phenomenal about girls. And I couldn't live without them for a week. Particularly the bizarre beautiful ones that make you feel like someone poured a pitcher of sea monkeys in your pants. Thank you Tommy James for the tender 60s sentiment.