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Levi Strauss opened a wholesale dry goods store in San Francisco in 1853. 100 years later this jacket was made, my guess is somewhere between 1950-1965. This jacket is probably 60 years old and still in good condition. I’m hard pressed to think of something that better represents quality American manufacturing. It’s sad to see that clothes barely last a year now before breaking down when you buy from mainstream American stores. So, here’s to all the independent craftsmen and women who are making things the right way…making them to last…and reviving American tradition and the quality we once produced. They are out there, but you have to seek them out. 

A few years back, my friend Rebecca came to my old place in the South Side Slopes and snapped some photographs of my house.  Almost everything in this photo was gifted.  Can’t remember where I got the smelly stuff, but use it when I want to impress the ladies…made by Emmelie Brunetti out of Marfa TX.  ”God is Love” I found in a wall of the house that I took down. The glass holding the picks and buttons were made by Ron Korczynski…an art teacher I had who signed my 6th grade year book “keep making art”…advice I followed in the form of music.  The button on the right is Saint Cecilia, patron saint of music…given to me by a girl in Michigan at a show.  She’d come to a few Michigan shows when I was touring and said it would offer me some protection.  I thought that was pretty wild that she’d give that to me so I’ve kept it.  Button on the left is a United States Air Marshal pin given to me at a show in NYC.  A guy I’d known from Washington PA turned up in the East Village at a show and gave me this pin.  He’d served in Iraq, was shot on a rooftop and flown to Germany.  He was telling me how he’d listen to my music and it’d remind him of home.  Blew my mind completely.  He now serves as an air marshal. Wore it on my guitar strap for a while and it fell off one night.  I searched the stage for it.  Now I keep this pin on my dresser so I see it every morning…means a lot to me that my songs meant a lot to someone in unfathomable circumstances.  
Photo Credit: www.beahufman.com

A few years back, my friend Rebecca came to my old place in the South Side Slopes and snapped some photographs of my house.  Almost everything in this photo was gifted.  Can’t remember where I got the smelly stuff, but use it when I want to impress the ladies…made by Emmelie Brunetti out of Marfa TX.  ”God is Love” I found in a wall of the house that I took down. The glass holding the picks and buttons were made by Ron Korczynski…an art teacher I had who signed my 6th grade year book “keep making art”…advice I followed in the form of music.  The button on the right is Saint Cecilia, patron saint of music…given to me by a girl in Michigan at a show.  She’d come to a few Michigan shows when I was touring and said it would offer me some protection.  I thought that was pretty wild that she’d give that to me so I’ve kept it.  Button on the left is a United States Air Marshal pin given to me at a show in NYC.  A guy I’d known from Washington PA turned up in the East Village at a show and gave me this pin.  He’d served in Iraq, was shot on a rooftop and flown to Germany.  He was telling me how he’d listen to my music and it’d remind him of home.  Blew my mind completely.  He now serves as an air marshal. Wore it on my guitar strap for a while and it fell off one night.  I searched the stage for it.  Now I keep this pin on my dresser so I see it every morning…means a lot to me that my songs meant a lot to someone in unfathomable circumstances.  

Photo Credit: www.beahufman.com

foreverthechaoslife:

Don’t let some one make your path, choose it for yourself. I have said it before and I will say it again, your word is your bond. I need to take nothing for granted, push forward, be determined, continue to work hard, and be my own identity. Being discouraged and let down is not an option and I refuse to be defeated by people who can’t hold to their word. Fast and steady towards the path I choose, never can I let someone stand in the middle of my road and try to redirect or block my path. Live your life, do you, and be excellent to others! #foreverthechaoslife #ftcl #lifepath #liveyourlife #lifeisbeautiful #fuckdisheartening #yourwordisyourhonor #choppers #choppershit pic of @mykierice 6.25.2014 in Utah

Amen.

foreverthechaoslife:

Don’t let some one make your path, choose it for yourself. I have said it before and I will say it again, your word is your bond. I need to take nothing for granted, push forward, be determined, continue to work hard, and be my own identity. Being discouraged and let down is not an option and I refuse to be defeated by people who can’t hold to their word. Fast and steady towards the path I choose, never can I let someone stand in the middle of my road and try to redirect or block my path. Live your life, do you, and be excellent to others! #foreverthechaoslife #ftcl #lifepath #liveyourlife #lifeisbeautiful #fuckdisheartening #yourwordisyourhonor #choppers #choppershit pic of @mykierice 6.25.2014 in Utah

Amen.

A cellphone photo & some words I wrote.  
Dear Newa
Twice daily I walk Railroad Street next to mini-Dachshund’s frantic sniffing, his four-legged saunter an odd unison gallop.  
On Wednesdays and Sundays the white noise shatters under the lead cab’s bellow;  
An anxious engineer’s gratuitous use of what can hardly be called a whistle.
My inconspicuous apartment atop rail car depot, paint plant, and perfume manufacturer that leaves my living space reeking of an ever-present elderly lady like the one on the elevator drenched in knockoff Chanel #5.  
We wander past railcars with few faint hobo monikers, an endangered species, in search of Colossus of Roads, that old rail yard poet.  
When I spy the gaunt caricature under ten gallon chalk cowboy hat it’s butterflies in stomach.  
In February I found “Bay Area Dadaesqueist Again”. 
Twelve long months and “Unimportant Zen”. 
The latest was “In a Happy World No One Would Need Philosophies”.  
They say he influenced Basquiat, I guess Samo, i.e. “Plush Safe he Think” and such.   
But mostly it’s modern hieroglyphics; fat cap, wild style, and tags.
There’s “Nise”, “Gaspz” and “Asher”, bubble-lettered in Interstate strip joint neons, but so many scribblings indiscernible albeit they likely end in “z”. 
One morning upon dark blue CXS boxcar in spray paint I read “Dear Newa, its been 4 months since I saw you.  I miss our white trash adventures.  Hope all is well.  XOXO.”
I wondered about Newa for a year, until, this world being flat, I found him through graffiti affiliates.
Chance encounters, he’s in Jersey, and I told him of the train car text.  
He explained, “I moved and lost my phone and could only get messages in the yard, plus I thought it had only been a week but oxy and heroin distorts your perception of time.”
He’s better now and says it’s nice to be drug-free but he still needs a phone.

A cellphone photo & some words I wrote.  

Dear Newa

Twice daily I walk Railroad Street next to mini-Dachshund’s frantic sniffing, his four-legged saunter an odd unison gallop.  

On Wednesdays and Sundays the white noise shatters under the lead cab’s bellow;  

An anxious engineer’s gratuitous use of what can hardly be called a whistle.

My inconspicuous apartment atop rail car depot, paint plant, and perfume manufacturer that leaves my living space reeking of an ever-present elderly lady like the one on the elevator drenched in knockoff Chanel #5.  

We wander past railcars with few faint hobo monikers, an endangered species, in search of Colossus of Roads, that old rail yard poet.  

When I spy the gaunt caricature under ten gallon chalk cowboy hat it’s butterflies in stomach.  

In February I found “Bay Area Dadaesqueist Again”. 

Twelve long months and “Unimportant Zen”. 

The latest was “In a Happy World No One Would Need Philosophies”.  

They say he influenced Basquiat, I guess Samo, i.e. “Plush Safe he Think” and such.   

But mostly it’s modern hieroglyphics; fat cap, wild style, and tags.

There’s “Nise”, “Gaspz” and “Asher”, bubble-lettered in Interstate strip joint neons, but so many scribblings indiscernible albeit they likely end in “z”. 

One morning upon dark blue CXS boxcar in spray paint I read “Dear Newa, its been 4 months since I saw you.  I miss our white trash adventures.  Hope all is well.  XOXO.”

I wondered about Newa for a year, until, this world being flat, I found him through graffiti affiliates.

Chance encounters, he’s in Jersey, and I told him of the train car text.  

He explained, “I moved and lost my phone and could only get messages in the yard, plus I thought it had only been a week but oxy and heroin distorts your perception of time.

He’s better now and says it’s nice to be drug-free but he still needs a phone.

Paul Luc and Charlie & the Foxtrots ]

Hey all - this is happening at Pittsburgh Winery Saturday Aug 2nd…which is fast approaching. My good friends from Tennessee, Charlie and the Foxtrots are coming to town to play this show as well. I’m normally pretty mellow in regards to pushing tickets, but you’re going to need to get them for this one, so grab them in advance. This place has a cool atmosphere and it’s in my neighborhood…couldn’t be more excited to do this show. Come and hang out. 



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