Moonshine Junkyard

today is my sister adrienne's birthday. you all probably know how ade loves and craves the desert lands , so in honor of her birthday we just took a little trip for few days down south on 395 on the east side of the sierras to the desert. in the desert it is like someone left the light on too long. so bright your eyes hurt, there is a roaring beneath the surface and in the sky. in Death Valley the surface of the earth can reach 200 degrees fahrenheit. sometimes fighter jets scream by down out of nowhere and dive straight into the canyons and you are aware of inauspicious mechanical powers that still have no match for these eerie desolate lands. everything seems more rickety, more rustic, more dusty. there is a shimmering pallor over life and death alike, dry creekbed and bone, sunflower, dune, tavern.  like nothing is quite real...or is too real. when i say desolate i surely do not mean abandoned. i mean forsaken and sometimes forgot...

please tell me, if you lived through the late 80s or early 90s, that you listened to erasure. we had an "Erasure Interpretive Dance Party" the other night at Addie's house. you could also call it an early 90s synth pop power party. Feel free to listen while i take you back to my teenage years. i spent that entire day in early 90s mode, listening to such classics as dave matthews band, sheryl crow, and yaz....my own old weird blend of synth pop and jammy-folk-pop-rock. this was my favorite dress in about 1993: royal blue crushed velvet babydoll from contempo casuals. i called it my "magic dress" and felt frisky and powerful any time i wore it. like i was up for anything and the world could never hold me back. i used to wear my make up like this too. you might not be able to tell, but for me it is A LOT of make up: black eyeliner, heavy mascara, eye shadow in a bright hue, white face powder, and of course: brick red dark lipstick: revl...