Solar Lab

University of Oregon, Attended 1997 - 1999, Class of , Other, graphic arts

writer designer prophet astronaut DJ vegan

magic, dirty pretty things, machines, aliens and animals

word. sound. line. space. form. skin. machine. rivet. wave. gear. sex. your brother. honesty, intergrity. substance. sweat. motion. electromagnetism. clavicle. iliac crest. head. Hz til it hurts. resonance. higher ground. being good. feeling good. doing good. keeping it real. staying solid and juicy. making you high.

books that are really stash boxes and books that are hidden levers to underground labrynths.

until the end of the world, tron, the man who knew too little, heavy metal, secret of nimh, waking the dead, three caballeros, ma vie en rose, xanadu, microcosmos, velvet goldmine, watership down, blade runner, dead man, ghost in the shell 2, wings of desire, box of moonlight, wonderful days, fulltime killer, me and you and everyone we know, waking life, city of god, kamikaze girls

aceyalone, adam johnson, air, alva noto + ryuichi sakamoto, anon, aretha, arovane, autechre, bent, bows, billie holliday, bola, boards of canada, brmc, cocteau twins, cibo matto, count basie, dj aspect, dj krush, dj shadow, de la soul, del, deconstruction, dolly, ella, elliot smith, eno, fischerspooner, frank morgan, fugazi, gary numan, godspeed you black emperor, gus gus, herbie hancock, matthew herbert, higher intelligence agency, iqu, infesticons, isolee, the juan maclean, jeff buckley, jega, jeremy enigk, joni mitchell, juggaknots, juno, kraftwerk, leftfield, lusine, lamb, lauren hoffman, low, M83, massive attack, meat katie, mike ladd, mighty math, miles davis, miss kittin, mos def, mum, mylo, my bloody valentine, naked, nick drake, orbital, pm dawn, pharcyde, pharoah sanders, pinback, prince, prefuse73, roberta flack, ron kurti, royksopp, sascha funk, shuttle358, sigur ros, sleepwell, soul coughing, spiritualized, spartan fidelity, stone roses, sub sub, sugarcubes

sunny day, swayzak, takagi masakatsu, talk talk, ten and tracer, the books, thelonius monk, this mortal coil, tortoise, turin brakes, tricky, twerk, tycho, ulrich schnauss, underworld, verbatum, the verve, vitaminsforyou, whitey. is this space even big enough...?

Capricorn

where i come from, the arms of pine are plush luscious dripping with symphony they carry the weight of my misunderstood youth. aural backdrops of how soon is now straight to hell bring the noise mind bombs. i AM the son and the heir. exquisite little unleashed potential. now was not soon enough. i was the great unknown. i was the master of observance and projection. i was the solution to your dilemma. i was the one who understood. i was defining cool and building landscapes into which i would sail. i was stealing plutonium for my rocketship breaking though sound barrier and judgement and kissing io and cassiopia. i will be dancing on saturn with a comet in one hand and an unlimited-use wormhole pass in the other. i will be sleeping in the creases of timefolds with dimension overlap comforters and supernova nightlights. i will be fluent in mandarin italian hebrew, the mortar of babel. i will teach you how to let go and be love. i will take you through solar systems beyond systems beyond borders and boundaries, dress sizes and magazine covers. you and me. i will show you the way home.

do you remember that place in the park that night? the one where you slid down the cement on a cardboard slide. where i flipped over the parallel bars and fell on the sand. we heard people shuffling in the trees above so we jumped on the eliptical swing where the seats faced each other so you could watch the world spin around but never lose control. and we pretended we were insects. do you remember that feeling when we looked at each other that all of the suffering had finally made sense? that we had earned this. that even when our night at the park was over we still had the right to take each other home and touch and wrestle. and how familiar the space where your ass met your thigh. and the curve of my back. and the smell of your hand. how it all was our landscape. do you remember in the morning i slipped beneath the covers and devoured you to awakening and you told me you had known me before only in dreaming. take me back to that place. i want to remember in my waking life.