Thursday, September 10, 2009

BLACK.


   




















Putting my money into a kiosk, paying my night parking tickets at the Riverwest police station, a middle-aged, father-type black man with a fisherman's hat entered through glass doors and approached an officer. I can't speak in favor of his argument, not knowing the situation,  but assertively he described the poor treatment his family had been subjected to by the local police,  and demanded reprimand.  With his finger waving above the desk, he pointed out specific officers as they passed by, telling the desk clerk she had to "keep an eye on them."   I left inspired.  Whether he's talking horse shit or not, witnessing that type of resistant-consciousness towards power in a deeply impoverished, predominantly black-latino neighborhood rules, and brings us one step closer to a free society.

ON THE MOVE!!!!

+Jamie 

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

No to performance.
Yes to asking Rodney if we can practice in the attic.
Yes to not starving anymore.
Yes to writing new music.
Yes to being friends.
Yes to a new album someday...
Yes to electricity being on again.
Yes to Elisabeth being here from Germany.
Yes, yes, YES, ARTO FOREVER!

-Jamie

Monday, August 24, 2009

Myles deleted the highly-anticipated photos of my penis.  As punishment to him, and to all of you....

enjoi. 




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-Jamie

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Kenton Owen Grych stars in "The Air Force"




















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see you next Easter?

i think we're past due for a super mario bros. marathon



the Cassadazzla

Saturday, August 15, 2009



"NO. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT.
NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!"


(Mother's shame grows like a barbed thicket)






















-Jamie

Friday, July 24, 2009

Ignite the mind


In response to tonight's abrupt ending, I feel compelled to add, for those who were there, greater clarity to the situation.

While the experience of being cut-off midset is degrading, and hurtful, regardless of the circumstance, I do accept, and understand why it happened, and blame no one. Jake seems pretty rad.

Although, I'd like to share, because, in between being cut off, and explaining on stage without a microphone, the content of my message was almost inevitably lost. The verse read as:

"That's conformity to pray to a god your parents told you to.
That's hypocrisy to wage war based on religious values.
That's discrimination to claim to love gays, yet, hate what they do in their private lives.
That's insanity, to take The Bible's word, as something it was never meant to.
But, regardless, someday, we're all going to look out that window, and in unison, sing,
THERE IS LOVE!!! THERE IS LOVE!!! THERE IS LOVE!!!"


The doctrine expressed within religious text, is often abused by a small minority to serve as a foundation to justify discriminating practices, or hatred, throughout the world. I recognize this dogmatic, anti-love/compassion perspective manifest itself in nearly every corner I turn, against almost every group of people I know of. It kills me, and I will not accept it. These words were words of love, and were meant to recognize certain elements of main-stream faith (not JUST Christianity, but, Islam, Judaism as well) which inhibit freedom, taint the passionate meaning and purpose of religion, and wrong the names of all its saviors, and martyrs, prophets, and gods.

-Jamie

Wednesday, July 1, 2009