I arrived in Switzerland without too much idea about what to do for a day and a half layover, until I knew. I knew so hard and so much that the obvious answer was to get on a train to Zurich (without a ticket so as to make the last train home) (almost get whatever massive fine/boot out of the country the instigative conductor had in store for me). Upon arrival is the Daria. The one and only. With beer. And friends. Not just any friends, but the rowdy crowd she is lucky enough to call co-workers. Journalists of the nouveau classe redefining news. Watson.ch Its german and local-ish to Zurich. But revolutionary in my eyes none-the-less.

So my time in Zurich included a full tour of all spots of import, bikes, frisbee, arguments about the import of Beyonce's life happenings, walks, frantic break ins, and sleeping from 5-11 am.

Home is in your head.

My thoughts on Switzerland drift to the idea of a place being expensive and thus a place worthy of avoiding. People say this about Seattle, San Francisco, Switzerland, London, etc. The opposite of Sicily, Brazil, Mexico, Nicaragua, etc. I agree yet disagree. Good things happen in these "expensive" places. Like living wages, and social politics, uncorruptionish, etc. These are inconclusive thoughts to be studied.

On the topic electro/house/techno that I explore unceasingly, the US hip-hop craving journalists of Zurich call it Drug Music. Endless repeating thump-tac-thump. Brutally honest journalism is correct in a way. Drugs are required to enjoy it, or it is the drug some folks seek, or it just so happens that the general population of the crowd is high as fuck. Regardless, Drug music is an appropriate, if derogative, name for the scene.

NYC is a big city. On the surface I visited, it resonates much the same energies as the other big cities I frequent: Melbourne, SF, Seattle, London. More time required with the right approach.

While there, I decided that mayhaps art comes from cities purely by the random statistics of more folks living in cities. And maybe the lack of outside to play within. The other side of my own thought train would include something like: cities attract artists, wherein they congregate to collaborate symbiotically.

I noted that public transit does good things for journals after having been car-bound for so long. I also noted that wall-hung art is relatively useless. Maybe that is art's role, to be tangibly useless.

Street food is better.

Being in Moscow airport was slightly intimidating as I'd no visa nor any intent on visiting Russia in the current context of the world.

I decided to watch Steve Job's dramatic documentary. The dramatacist of a director had him say something like: the falcon in flight is the most efficient animal. The human is the least efficient. But a human with a bicycle becomes the most efficient. The macintosh will be like a bicycle for the mind.

The quote has been disproven, but it is the idea that counts. I resonate with it because I am particularly fond of both computers and bicycles, especially as a method of efficiency.

I ended up by random chance in Dresden (cheap flight) and Dresden is awesome. Way more awesome than planned. The counterculture is strong here. There is a district that contains the youth, the anarchists, the artist, etc. and it has its own rules so as to keep out corporate chains. There is an epic history to go along as well. And copious amounts of high-end, cheap, local pilsner. Supporting local is easiest when the local ones are cheaper than the imports, as it should be in a way. Also, it is only € 2,50 to and from the airport on the train. This is one quality I use to judge cities and their respectful airports.

At some point around here (until the current) I've become immersed in Henry Miller (Plexus) much as I did Anaïs Nin. Thusly, my vocabulary is expanding, my opinion about the world becoming more liberal than it already was, shits given about the powers-that-be, money, power, etc have declined, and a general thirst for over-indulgence has increased. My journal fills with Henry Miller quotes. Things like: "next to success, the next best things is to be a total failure." and "the past is a fabulous dream, distorted at will."

/Tahoe punchingly.

I moved quickly and with mild insanity from Tahoe, through that car robbery to SF and beyond to Seattle. Seattle has become a warm nest in a way I never expected since leaving. I have decided it is a wonderful city for visiting, rather than living in. There was a delicious FCTRY party with much music and late ridiculousness, and a gorgeous van with boxed wine.

Up north I learned that dirty is relative. Dirtbag surfer sans shower for a week is very low on the totem pole of what it means to be dirty. Rotting crab shells and acidic chemicals are more intense by far.

Suzy is a babe.

I must have started reading books again. Keith Richards autobio this time. I am noting an intriguing connection between 60's Rock'N'Roll and house music. Maybe it's the lsd, the underground, and the youth. "Flamboyant and outrageous, quite honestly, pushing all the margins because it had to be done."

"everything has something to do with something; nothing is divorced." - Richards. 

His notes on Michael Cooper: "images had captured him." almost as they do a myriad of photographers. 

I sit here with the internet at my fingers contemplating this idea about creativity, that one must be alone to be truly creative. Away from society, facebook, and most importantly the other's in your craft. Creativity as defined: Pushing the boundaries of accepted understandings and ideas by making innovative interpretations, connections, creations, and productions.

Along this tangent; maybe to be an artist, and to be creative are not the same thing. Influence.

Some photos from our shoot in San FranDisco.

Nothing like that view!

I find myself compelled to write a blog post in the middle of a long dive down through the depths of house music. Partially, because it is something I do frequently with my life. Partially, to bookmark some thoughts.

This video is the inspiration. The clap, the style of kick introduction. The video. Fucking gold.

Besides that I've been thinking about the roots. Each has his/her roots. Mine come from radio in Melbourne late 90s/00s + Ministry of Sound. Lots of Ministry of Sound. Bloody Beetroots, Benny Benassi, Justice, Deadmau5, Basement Jaxx, Mehdi, PNAU, Crookers, MSTRKRFT, Guetta, Ed Banger, Gorillaz,

Rage music videos Saturday morning.

"Each morning we rise in the land of dreams from which reality can grow." -Valhalla.