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[year’s end tradition read] the light walkers

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postcard sorceress: 7-year reflection

My mother is Venezuelan. I spent a fair amount of time in Caracas as a kid, and then other parts of Latin America at various points of my life. When you put a fair amount of distance between yourself and your home, you learn that there are courageous and discarded lives anywhere you go, across diverse economic and political strata.

One thing I’ve come to admire in Latin American people is their unwavering capacity to hope. In even the most challenging grinding circumstances, I’ve seen Latin Americans demonstrate hope in the face of the blackest darkness, in a way that seems particular to the culture. I once asked a friend in Mexico about this and he said this arises from the semantics of Spanish, where to be “hopeless is to be dead.” There’s little language in Latin culture for the gray area in between hopelessness and not-living. “No one here,” he told me, “has a lifeless smile.” That is to say despair is big south of our border, but not hopelessness. We could learn a lot from that.

I penned “Postcard Sorceress,” the only Spanish song I’ve written and recorded, seven years ago today in 2009. My 2010 record Hola Sayulita contained both the English and the Spanish versions. What would happen, I asked myself, if hopelessness gripped someone in a place where there’s no language for hopelessness?

In the track, the protagonist Nina is a poor jewelry maker for tourists in the surfing town of Punta Mita, on the Pacific coast of Mexico. A few years prior, she was violated by a gang called The Scorpions, bore a daughter as result and took a train as far west as she could go to find a better life. While working out of the Cafe Revolution, she sees every day a jungle Bruja’s weathered advertisement on a wall behind a postcard rack. Eventually, in a bleak moment of desperation, she leaves her daughter with a neighbor, packs some money, cigarettes and her grandmother’s knife, and wanders off into the rain forest hills in search of the Bruja to alleviate her pain. After finding the Bruja, Nina decides to spare her daughter a life of witnessing a mother’s suffering and allows the jungle sorceress to use the knife to mix an elixir that drugs Nina into an eternal dreamless sleep.

(English)

(Spanish)

I thought about Nina a lot last night into today, as I was overruled by people who gave in to panic and abandoned an 8-year fight for justice, for which I was both spearhead and figurehead. I was powerless to stop them and attempts to highlight their misguided decisions were pointless, as even the most resolute and rational calm will never be louder than their fears. Nina’s eternal dreamless sleep sounds pretty good about now. Hell, I’ll take one good night’s sleep. I wish I had the faith of my mother. Genetics, unfortunately, does not pass down perspective, only chemistry.

Sleep well, Nina. The world is not better off without you, no matter what your Bruja told you.

:^D


infinite destination: vegetarian dream

Infinite Destination [off Hola, Sayulita! (2010) and Reflected.10×10 (2012)], was originally inspired by (and written for) the actress Ellen Page. I had the fortune of sharing a few adventures with her and a cohort of ridiculously talented artists in 2009 and 2010 when my wife Cat costumed designed the film Whip It. An avowed and affirmative vegetarian (with raw vegan tendencies), Ellen taught me that salad for breakfast is a fractal of the good life.

In any event, this 2014 creative commons use of Infinite Destination to celebrate a “vegetarian butcher” in Madrid, Spain, just surfaced, and brings some of the track’s intention full-circle. You’re every dream I ever had…

La Carnicera Vegetariana, http://lacarniceravegetariana.com/, es una tienda vegetariana y vegana de comida saludable en Madrid donde, tanto si eres vegano, como vegetariano o quieres comprar alimentos orgánicos, encontrarás los mejores sustitutos para la carne.

Carne vegetariana elaborada con los mejores vegetales y con un sabor, textura y estructura con grandes similitudes con la carne real. Somos especialistas en comida vegetariana con especialidades como albóndigas holandesas, brochetas de pollo vegetariano, atún libre de pescado, chorizo vegetariano, carne picada vegetariana, hamburguesa vegetariana y tiras de bacon vegano.

Si buscas un alternativa a la carne en Madrid en esta tienda vegetariana y vegana encontrarás comida vegetariana y comida vegana que recuerda a la carne más sabrosa eliminando a los animales de la cadena alimentaria.

Si quieres comprar comida saludable en Madrid, La Carnicera Vegetariana te invita a su tienda, situada en la Calle Comunidad de Madrid, 41, Burgocentro Local 19, 28231 La s Rozas (Madrid). Si deseas conocer todos sus productos puedes consultar su página web http://lacarniceravegetariana.com/ o llamarles al 910067205


The Vegetarian Butcher, http://lacarniceravegetariana.com/, is a vegetarian and vegan health food store in Madrid where, whether you’re vegan, and vegetarian or want to buy organic food, you will find the best substitutes for meat.

Vegetarian meat prepared with the best vegetable and flavor, texture and structure very similar to the real meat. We specialize in vegetarian food with specialties such as Dutch meatballs, vegetarian chicken skewers, free tuna fish, vegetarian sausage, ground beef, vegetarian, vegan vegan burger and bacon strips.

If you want an alternative to meat in Madrid in this vegetarian and vegan store you will find vegetarian and vegan food reminiscent of the tastiest meat removing animals from the food chain.

If you want to buy healthy food in Madrid, The Vegetarian Butcher invites you to his shop, located on Calle Madrid, 41, Burgocentro Local 19, 28231 La s Rozas (Madrid). If you want to know all their products you can check their website or call them at 910067205 http://lacarniceravegetariana.com/

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[vid] today i am not turning on the radio

Today I Am Not Turning On The Radio from Westy Reflector

with the kentile sign coming down, figured i’d revisit this lo-fi vid from 2011. shot w/ a nikon d90 during that year’s reconstruction of the smith/9th subway station from a manhattan-bound f-train. the video runs in reverse. coney-island bound is the other side of the tracks. everything about this track is inside out, tho, so it fit.


#TheMexicanTaxi

be the adventure.

http://themexicantaxi.tumblr.com


#lightwalkers


sayulita-mosaic1


Late one late December day in the late ’00s, on a new-mooned new-years evenight in the Mexican-not-Mayan Riviera, a small vacation coven gathered under soft starlight, poolside on a bluff overlooking an inking Pacific Ocean. As the group’s just-like-grandma’s cake started to kick in, Orion turned away from Earth for a few moments and a twinge of lawlessness neuroscaped through them one by one, in a cascade.

“Something big needs to happen in secret,” Har Mar said to me as the last strains of his (at that point, unreleased) danceblast, Dark Touches, echoed from a boomboxpod by the pool.

“Let’s steal a star,” I said. “Ever done that, Kingpin?”

Har Mar looked off to the side for a split second, then back at me. He brought his hand to his chin and put his forefinger on his lips in a serious gaze. Then he cracked himself up.

Since neither of us wanted to amplify the Ultraviolence-Of-Tuohy caused by Orion’s absence, we vapored the party to the outshadows of our rental compound’s porch lights, away from our crew’s nightly “reflection circle,” to get tiny. We found ourselves slowstrolling a fire-ant field astride the ocean bluff. After a few minutes walking into the darkdark, without missing a beat, Har Mar turned to me, winked, reached up into the sky and stole a star from Orion’s belt.

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#TheMexicanTaxi: Behind The Mexican C*ck



shooting the mexican cock for the mexican taxi network was snarf!
i was in liberation. har mar and chicken didn’t have to pretend; the acting was pure. their natural chemstree really let me focus on shotz.

“el casco de color naranja siempre me amo,” chicken confided in me (i always fall for the one in the orange helmet).



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ambient sayulita #TheMexicanTaxi

Ambient Sayulita Sc.2c (rough cut) #TheMexicanTaxi from Westy Reflector on Vimeo.


i shot @averagecabbage shot me

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Upon landing in sayulita, mx’s international surfport for new years 08/09 and clearing a sleeping customs canine, @AverageCabbage and I had twin parallel urges to explore the airfield until the other 1/2 of our galactic retinue arrived on a later flight. So we devised a plan to avoid security (i.e., gave our assigned driver a nudie) and slipped off behind the terminal.

We first came to an annex building, a 15×15 foot shed with a single window and a screen door. Notebooks climbed to the ceiling, the air was dark and the light dank. Flight logs and maintenance records were strewn everywhere and covered in old-vine cobwebs. A dust, colored like Mrs. Dash, aerosoled in the vacuum release of our opening the door.

We found nothing seductive, so we continued on and absconded behind the shed through some brush that required the use of Adam’s machete. We came to a clearing. On the far end were two wrecked planes. The near one was in better shape, at least for touching (you know, no snakes). I snapped this shot of him on the wing of the plane using his iPhoney 1.0 for his lake-roohm blogge:

His lake roohm one day will be part of the MOMA’s permanent collection and will also be on an iPad next to Archie Bunker’s chair in the Smithsonian. I did a fake lake roohm response to his Lake Roohm, too, for some megameta-dissonance. And thus we live.





#TheMexicanTaxi: Behind The Mexican Doctor


trivia:

– 4:52 am, 29 December 2008

– 00:10.00 – i filled-in as director of fliptography for the pivotal shot of the doctor’s entrance

– director david tuohy planted his elbow in a bowl of oranges to make an articulating tri-pod for his fliphand. genius!

– adam made everyone call him Jesus (using spanish pronunciation: “hey-‘seuss”) and he called me “spaceman” so he wouldn’t break character.




#TheMexicanTaxi Out Takes, vol. i

Take #TheMexicanTaxi Outer Borough Car Service for a zipline. “Chicken?”


Har Mar in “The Orange Helmet”

Har Mar in "The Orange Helmet" #TheMexicanTaxi from Westy Reflector on Vimeo.


Director’s Cut Sc.21d #TheMexicanTaxi

Director's Cut Sc.21d #TheMexicanTaxi from Westy Reflector on Vimeo.


Adam Had This Idea

Adam had this idea after we bought
our guitars on the beach
to do a record called
Music From Dave’s Couch.
We would release it only on vinyl.
Maybe only press 14 copies.
Now, Adam had never seen my couch
when he suggested all this.
He just knew we could make
a perfect cult record
from a couch.

The line between cult
and not cult
(to me)
is always blurry.
People need a life system.
They want to feel plugged in but look tuned out.
“Music From Dave’s Couch” would play into that.
Your own private show.
With Adam and Dave.
From a couch.

An interaction between 2 artists.
Unfiltered. Unobstructed. Recorded.
I might – might – even use my real name,
b/c sometimes it’s about yourself,
not your selves.
Sometimes you need to cut your selfloose,
cut all the baggage,
and just record a record.
With a friend.
From a couch.

[I will jump a train anytime I can
Maybe one will take me home]


Hola, Sayulita!

Infinite Destination
Today I Am Not Turning On The Radio
Zipline
Postcard Sorceress
Drink In The Sky
Only Falling Rain
ok
AustinTown
Sayulita
b. Bruja Tarjeta Postales
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Infinite Destination

Please, don’t end world.

Desert sunrise six twenty one
Rising just like fate
Baby you know this is never the end
If you trust the world

All I can do is smile
As you soften your eyes
And draw curves with your questions
‘Til there’s nothing left to say but someday

Infinite destination
You’re every dream I ever had
We’re just pilgrims dancing unstuck in time
Infinite destination
Any life you can have
Dancing forever free from time

The future has its enemies, too
They don’t like people like me; they don’t like people like you
In other words, you got a beautiful attitude

I never take it for granted
How your eyes reverse time
Soft as day breaks and fades the night away

Infinite destination
You’re every dream I ever had
We’re just pilgrims dancing unstuck in time
Infinite destination
Every life you ever had
Dancing forever free from time

Infinite destination
(You’re) every dream I ever have
Just a pilgrim dancing unstuck in time

09.24.2008 9:40a; 02.24.2009 8:00p


Sayulita

everything that’s true is you.

Back in Brooklyn under sleeping trees
And all these thoughts of Mexico
All my dreams they have more meaning here
Cause I’m all alone
With my sleeping trees

We flew into the stars
In you I found faith to let go
And in some other time and space
We’re never apart
We wake up stars

I was thinking about how we say good bye
Too few words to cover the truth
You know I will always get lost in your eyes
I want you to know
That I miss you
I want you to know

I know one day you’ll hear this song
Drawing lines that feel the same
We’ll still be riding an endless wave
To a little surfing town, my Sayulita

I was thinking about how we say good bye
Too few words to cover the truth
You know I will always get lost in your eyes
I want you to know
That I’ll always love you
I want you to know
Everything that’s true

everything that’s true is you
everything that’s true is inside you


01.05.2009 10:32am


ok

Every once in a while, I write a dance(able) track.
Enjoy this layer cake.

You never know just how long you have
Before you go
Away

So take back life; hide it from view
It will only be us and
the wind

Times are down but we’re ok
Lines are down but we’re ok
We’re ok.

You never know just how many times
You get to say
Hello

Come out with me take the f-train
Into the night
We’ll disappear

Times are down but we’re ok
Lines are down but we’re ok
We’re ok.

When you send light into the world
It scatters and reflects
But it never dies


Only Falling Rain

maybe lead guitar maybe not. we got a big sound from
just the drum, bass and rhy gtr and i like the open spaces.

I will leave it to you to guess what I am thinking
I’ve got a secret and you know I never spill
Maybe I’m a spy. Maybe I’m undercover
Keeping enemies of freedom on their guard

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

Rules always fail to erase what can’t be burned
Only practical wisdom rebuilds the world
In times of desperation everyone rides an underground
Beautiful people start to disappear
All around

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

Tomorrow I’ll protect a movement
Tomorrow I die for a friend

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all

Crashing cars and crashing waves
Justice and fairness are not the same
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

02.19.2009 1:43am


Tarjeta Postal Bruja

Postcard Sorceress in Spanish. My mother, Caracas-raised, helped me translate. The Spanish version is more hopeful because in Spanish to be hopeless is to be dead. There’s little language for the gray area. Despair is big in Latin America, but not hopelessness.

Vittorio, on a 2004 car ride from Mexico City to San Miguel de Allende (where we would take a dawn balloon ride), taught me of the bruja en las colinas de la selva y el chupacabra.

Nina tuvo un sueño cuando era joven
Escorpiones llegaron a jugar
Ella se despertó descubriendo tener una hija
Y 2 tickets para el tren de Punta Mita

Ella se pasa la vida haciendo joyas para turistas
Trabajando en el Café Revolución
Ella sabe que ya no se puede huir
No se pierde nada cuando no hay nada que ganar

Cada día Nina se detuvo a leer un anuncio
Detrás del estante de tarjetas postales en el café
Decía “Puedo exorcizar cualquier demonio!”
Mostrando el camino a una cueva a través de la selva

Un par de años más tarde, Nina dio su hija a un vecino
Dijo que volverá en un par de días
“Voy a dar un paseo por la colinas de la selva
Para que mi bebé nuca sepa de mi dolor.”

Empacó una bolsa con dinero y cigarrillos
Y el cuchillo de su abuela, por si acaso
Ella desapareció en el dosel de la selva
Dejando el pueblo polvoriento en su estela.

La bruja utiliza el cuchillo para mezclar un elixir
Dijo que ya había visto este dolor
Ella dijo: “Nina, la verdad flota en el tiempo.
Beba, y ya no soñaras más.”

Nina pasó su vida haciendo joyas para turistas
Trabajando donde todos los demás se escapan
Ella sabe que ya no tiene que huir
No tiene nada que perder cuando elige otro tren

01.09.2009-01.14.2009

el toromexico city highway bridge