A.A. Bondy playing The Bootleg Theater.
I went alone, and meant to. Saw one of my favorite artists play the equivalent of a spacious apartment. It was perfect.
Got a roommate. Slight language barrier, but I think its gonna work out.
A tiny ship, sailing the tiny seas.
My dad taught me to ride a bicycle down this sidewalk.
There’s a lot more shade.
Taken in Chicago, Illinois, at Lollapalooza 2011. I’d tell tales of the adventure but I don’t want to break my poor sweet mother’s heart.
Me and my one and only brother, when we still ran wild, with the Gulf of Mexico to our backs. He turned Thirty last month, can’t wrap my head around it still. I’ve grown taller than him, but he’ll always be my big brother. He’s got a reputation for being quiet, but I think he just chooses his words very carefully, always respected that about him. I believe in him, and have pride in him, always.
Happy Thirty Joey.
A for affort.
Never the place, always the people.
Duncan the navigator. George the poet. Drew the holiday. Ashley the dancer. Alexis the Sun. Jacquelynne the Italifornian. Colby the certain. Christina the welcoming. Mike the noble.
My Dad, Montreal, September 1982 on a motorcycle trip. Only twenty-three here, but already married four years, and already a father. Makes me wonder sometimes what the hell I’m doing. Don’t think there was ever a time he wasn’t invincible. Nor will there be, and thats why hes my Dad.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch.
I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.
Taken at Indio, California, during the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival. Surrounded by 75,000 like-minded individuals. So incredibly inspiring.
Keep The Car Running by Arcade Fire.
Found use for these catalogs addressed to old tenants.
Profound words from a dear friend. Photo taken at Griffith Park in Los Angeles on a hike.
Taken at Los Angeles Historic State Park durring Fuck Yeah Fest. I was disappointed to see so few watching someone so talented.
American Hearts by A.A. Bondy
This photo was taken at Joshua Tree, California. We climbed high for it.
Far, Far Away by Wilco.