Tuesday, June 12, 2007

tunnel vision



i had the pleasure of bumping into terri loewenthal and her charming beau and boy, jason and felix, last saturday...hopefully through friend osmosis I will learn the ways becoming david rad dad when the time comes.

here's an awesome photo she took of felix being felix back at the Tunnel Show.

her great band with simone rubi: http://www.simonerubi.com/rubies.html
her great photos: http://www.terriloewenthal.com

Hi Terri! man, what a gushing blog entry!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

My Time In Pine Cone Temple






I went to a little island with my sister called Arran. There was a castle there called Brodick. We walked in the garden. I was captured by flowers and made to look like a wisened pinup. After a narrow escape, I found my way to pine cone temple. I tried to use the light of my soul and intelligence to reveal its splendor, and was somehow humbled and emboldened by my shy incandescence in the face of the ancient craft hut.

They say it was built for the women who lived at the castle, so they might have a spot for a moments respite in the face of what seems to have been a veritable conveyor belt of fresh venison.

If your invited to the feast, go to the feast.

In other news, I'll be playing a little show in Brooklyn, New York on the 21st of June at a spot called the Galapagos. I'll be debuting some new songs, and exploring some old ones. There may even be some timely guests, and a spot of freaking out. If you will be there, or know anyone who will be, let'em know. I'd be tickled.

Love,
Frank.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

hot spings





these photos are from the road trip that we boys took a few weeks back. we hiked 5 miles into the san antonio hot springs in new mexico. the last mile the skies turned dark and the rain came, and the thunder, and the lightning, and then hail!, if you can believe. I remember seeing frank run up the hill toward what we all hoped were the hotsprings, and hearing him yell "it's hot!" as he put his hand in a trail of water running down from the cliff above. it was so dramatic. and beautiful. a total big moment type day.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

a mountain of memories...pt II

hannah, my dreamy gf, took these nice photographs, so I thought I'd let them add a new dimension to the memory mountain...


sunsit

campfire friendships

nat sings to my flaming face

new super group "NAG" has the touch

mark gave everyone a loving moment of song freedom

shot from the aftershow hot bod contest (hannah's favorite...)

the rock of the summit

Monday, June 4, 2007

a mountain of memories...

dear everyone,

thanks for being such the best and bringing your sweet selves up to the mountain. the sleepover party was loving. I am left with many wonderful feelings. I appreciate sharing moments with friends and friends of friends and strangers becoming friends as we make so special.

here's some photos from my camera, if anyone else has a banger worth sharing, email the email! ribbonspublications@gmail.com....thanks to mark and brendan as righteous show constructor partnors.

love
david

nat russell, mountain romancer
nat russell, mid jump sausage biter!
abby g, golden g, easy e......sing a long captains
daniella gesundheit, hot hands........sssswwwwoooner
andrew connors, bbq activist
sunsit
firelit

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Sisterwife Frances and the New Appelations



So!

I imagine many are collectively breathing of mountain memories, and perhaps a few are even still there, searching for the famed pentegram shaped hotsprings, from which the diabolic peak takes it's name. I heard they were also giving aggrocrag some serious consideration.

What? You didn't know that?

However, naturally, life continues elsewhere.

And I've got some exciting news.

My good friend frances is starting a movement with a few of her friends in london. Its called something like "sisterwifery," and I am pretty dang certain that its actually rad, and radical. And get this, there's a tiny chance they might let me become a brotherwife. I'm stoked!!

I'd like to explain what it means, but I think I'll just wait until frances publishes the sisterwife manifesto, and if you know anything about anything, you know it'll be more than just "faintly elegant."

I thought about it for maybe an hour, and suffice to say, I think at the heart, its about freedom, stores of regenerating love, and time dysmorphic germination techniques. YES!!

But what this brings up on a more personal level, is a little movement dave and I have been calling "the infinitely detailed human being movement." It is what it sounds like it is.

And for it to happen, you're damn right we are going to need rad new nuanced appelations like sisterwife, brotherwife,

or,

as dave and I have begun to say,

sonbrotherfatherghosts,

and

daughtersistermotherghosts,

Or any mixture you feel expresses the shape of your affection for and kinship with another.

So don't feel weird if I call you my fathersisterpet.

I just might love you,

Frank.

Friday, June 1, 2007

"y'know fashion gays begets more fashion gays."

well,
I am on my way to london to hang out with my rad sister frances, and I got shanghaid with my buddy richard lee in new york city. IT'S FANTASTIC. We met after the chanel party and then cabbed down to a p. diddy party, but got rejected at the door. So we went to a sort of weird back to the future style bar and had a drink. When we left, some fella flagged richy down and they dragged us into the diddy party. It was sort of strange and funny. I felt like I was in a good bone thugz video or something.

So there was lots of strange dancing, with fire and pearls, and suddenly, fight broke out, and p.diddy and kate hudson ran away. I helped myself and my friends to a few glasses of their champagne. It was rad. But also a bit strange.

Anyways, Then we cabbed back up to richards house and sat around and talked about the party. It was so far out and amazing. Anyways,

Rich said, "y'know fashion gays....."

It just really made me think about americas, and trying to learn englishes.

And that I think its good, actually.

Anyways, it just seemed like i should blog this shit, since its sort of the bloggiest thing thats ever happened to me. Like whoa.

Love your... self...

frank gilbert.