I have a deep, intense, fascination and desire to witness firsthand the beginning of a revolution. Not a revolution in any war or political sense but a revolution of the times.

It’s hard to see outside of our bubble, to see our own place in time and history and see what we as a generation have going on. But I feel like we’ve been stagnate for some time. So I keep looking out for that spark, that ignition that signals that The Times, They Are A Changin’.

While waiting I often find myself daydreaming about being there at the precise time and place when the times actually shifted, to witness that breaking point between what was and what now is.

I imagine myself sitting there on the bus with Ken Kesey, Cassidy, Babbs, The Slime Queen, Stark Naked and all of the Merry band of Pranksters as they drove off changing the course of history…creating the Hippy Movement and all the amazing music, psychedelics and new ways of thinking that came along with it…one mile at a time.

Or being at the Limelight when Michael Alig threw his first “themed” party night and began the rise of the club kids.

I imagine jumping fences and breaking into peoples backyards to skate in their empty pools watching Tony Alva and Stacey Peralta break every rule in skateboarding history…creating the world of skateboarding as we know it today.

And of course being around 315 Bowery, deep within the heart of NYC with Hilly Kristal in the winter of 1973 to watch as a club which he originally opened with the intention of being a “Country, Blue Grass & Blues” bar turn into the birthplace of Punk Rock. Seeing a veritable turnstile of legendary bands like The Ramones, The Dead Boys, Blondie, Beastie Boys, Talking Heads, The Police and Patti Smith play their first show.

Who knows how many times I’ve drifted off, imagining what it must have felt like to be there, to know immediately that you were a part of something b-e-a-utiful. Who knows what tomorrow may bring? Not a single one of us but with the right type of eyes you might just be surprised.

Feb 25th 2017

Ive decided to try to write, at least, one paragraph a day. Just one, to get the creative juices flowing. I won’t be posting everything I write but I will write everyday. The paragraphs don’t need to flow together, be connected, they don’t need to be grammatically correct – or even make sense on their own…they just need to be.

I’ve been wrapped up in my own world lately, caught in a seemingly never ending loop of sleep, eat work….sleep, eat, work….sleep, eat, work….wash, rinse…repeat. My hope is that by putting pen to paper, fig~ur~a~tive~ly, I may be able to shed some of this routine, lit~er~al~ly, and stoke the fires of creativity that I know are there, albeit buried, deep within myself. No rules, no correcting or editing myself, no bullshit, no accolades, no slowing down around the curves…just me doing my thing “and we’re going to keep doing it, right out front” just let the words flow down to the page..

Let’s see how she goes…onwards and upwards!