Sunday, March 13th, 2005

Served as emcee for the Earth Mother Mind Jam @ Anna Bananas yesterday. I think this was a record for me: 10 hour gig. Ten hours of shooting my mouth off. There were acts in between. Some very good acts, actually. A number of performers flew themselves in from the mainland to perform free at this gig. Unfortunately they were mostly performing for each other. Honolulu missed out.

ralo set the whole thing up. I have to say that she has some major cajones to set up a festival in Hawai'i (she lives in Minnisota), invite acts from the mainland (who pay their own way), and make a line-up with local acts (that she doesn't know intimately, if at all). She is charmed. It was a nice place to be for ten hours. The crowd was not as large as she had hoped. The people here weren't willing to pay $10 for mainland acts they didn't know, and the local acts didn't have much drawing power for the door. So, a room full of talent and their friends and family members mutually supported each other. I didn't have a financial stake in the thing (I live ten minuites from the gig), so I was able to enjoy the eclectic line-up without stressing the airfair, unsold CD's, promotion costs, or reputation with the club owners.

Alt Rock. Alt Country. Hawai'ian Slack Key. Alt Folk. Alt Hip Hop. Alt Regge. Retro Poetry. Lethal Yo-Yo (alt Yo-Yo). Alt Spoken Word with Alt Fusion. Most everyone was respectable. One self promoting hack slipped through the crack and landed himself a prime spot, but was swiftly and deftly givin the hook by ralo. I verbally trounced the self deluded fool in a less than tactfull way. I did it in an indirect way that was not really that indirect. I felt the door of the voracious id monsters start to creak open and was tempted to let them loose, but moved on to the final act out of respect for the late hour.

DO NOT SUPPORT BAD ART

The message was clear. This was the first of ralo's event's held here in Honolulu. I hope it isn't the last.

Mildly wigged.

Looking at the life I have carved out for myself...

I have no complaints about this active lifestyle I am living. I have notions of where it's heading, but no idea how it will play out. Reading through and transcribing my old journal has givin me a perspective of a younger me that only time could provide. It has also shown me how small my objectivity of my current situation. I don't know what I'm doing. I let myself think I know so that I will continue, but I don't know, really. The life I live now could be a fevered dream from the past; the past that may well be a fiction I created.

Sister found a free gas stove on Craigs List. I picked it up sunday morning. It seems that the hose fittings for natural gas and the fittings for propane are not compatable. I found this out today after running all over Honolulu looking for a way to hook the new stove to the old tank. Someone from Maui is supposed to call me tomorrow. So, the new stove with the functioning oven is in the kitchen not functioning, and the old stove with the broken oven is working on my front walkway. I like it out there. The dog vacuums the stirfry escapees, and the birds clean the pan and range in the mornings.

I couldn't make this shit up.