Salvador DALI was a douche bag! Thank God he could paint!

Music Music Everywhere!

I have found a whole new appreciation for this music thing. Wow! So much to learn. So much fun. The act of creation is like magic coming forth from the unknown. Where does it come from? What makes it so amazing is how it comes forth as music. Music is a strange thing. What makes it sound good and what makes it not sound good. It is quite a magical art form. I love the recording aspect to it how it can capture a moment in it almost like a photograph. It's a special thing and is why obviously it is the most popular art form. I am glad I discovered it's magic on my journey through life.

I have been visiting more and more live music venues as well on this journey. Paragon right down the street is where I sit at this moment has some really terrific music. I am listening to the Blues. And admiring the beautiful bartender Jackie. Hot tea tonight because I have voice lessons tomorrow with Kaycee Cole.

Facebook has overtaken my blog!

So with the advent of Facebook I find it kind of mundane to keep up my blog. Although my blog has historical context which I don't think Facebook does. So I can go back several years and recall just what I was thinking.

So for now it is cold and rainy. Not sure I can handle it too much longer. I've been checking flights to Thailand/Amsterdam/Sydney and although Amsterdam isn't warm either.

Arrived in Seattle.

Had my little blowout! Now it's to to get my shit straight and rock the joint. Got a place to stay with Johnnie Walker. Got a 30 day plan with TDoug. Getting a haircut. Hanging up my drinking glass. And looking for a fitness outlet! The next will unfold as it unfolds. Currently learning to sing some old classics. Due by end of week.

Salt Lake City(nixed)... onto MOAB

So after Grand Junction.... I stopped to take a picture. A young guy on a road trip asks me if I want him to take a picture of me on the bike. I say no I've got a tripod. He asks where I am headed. I tell him Salt Lake City. He then informs me that I should got to MOAB instead. Says maybe he'll see me. Well I did detour to MOAB and ended up following his car. First photo op we stopped at the same time. I asked if he was alone and camping. Maybe he could use some company. He said he was and kept admiring the bike. So I followed him someways to a camp site. We decided to put all my stuff in his car and take the bike to Arches National Park. He'd already been there... and every time I screamed WOW! He told me "Just wait until the next turn." And he was absolutely right. He also knew his geology and explained what we were seeing. I enjoyed his commentary. We watched the sun go down then headed back to camp. "He said he'd been waiting his whole life to come here... he said it was the best day of his life!" I was honored to have shared in what some one considered the best day of their life. On the way back we talked bikes. He was an avid cyclist and the conversation turned to motorcycles. He'd never ridden one. I told him I'd let him but it was a big bike... not for the beginner. Then we stopped for fuel. I noticed he was tall. He told me he was 6'6". Well this is just a kids bike for him. And although you'd think I'd have learned a lesson from a broken bike in Costa Rica at the hands of my dear friend Conrad. I can't help but share the joys I have in this world with those who don't. So I stayed up until sunrise listening to music as a vampire does. He woke up and asked what I was still doing up. I went to the tent and told him the sun was coming up and it was time for his ride because traffic was light. I made him squeeze into all my riding gear. 2 sizes too small... but it's armor. I gave him a few lessons and set him on his way. Told him I'd come looking in 2 hours if he did not return. Apparently he rode it through Arches National Park successfully as the sun rose. He woke me up and said he had to go. Thank me for the experience and said he needed to get going because he was inspired to see more. Or something to that effect. He packed up his shit. Exchange contact information. And off he went. It was really a nice experience. I hope my journey has inspired him. And I think I did.

Onto Aspen, Colorado

WOW! Spectacular ride across Independence Pass. The continental divide. Absolutely Amazing. I said WOW so many times... I was hoarse. I also kept looking around and nearly killed myself around some of the bends. It was the most amazing ride I ever had on a bike. Truly awe inspiring. Then to Aspen. What a beautiful little town. I stayed at a hostel and roomed with an aspiring pianist. He was cool... although I think I freaked him out when I came in drunk high on Tequila and talked like I was on blow. Tequila does that to me. It's like speed. But he was very genuine... and I'm always impressed with some one follow their muse. I was really amazed at the fact there is no music scene in Aspen. I ended up going to the only place with live music in Aspen. I saw Thievery Corporation in a 300 or so seat club. It was a great show. I got a fist shake from the guitar player for my enthusiasm for his playing. He was really awesome... I screamed "Make me hear colors" and he did. That's when he gave the fist of approval. After that I journeyed around town until late. Played in a sprinkler and had a shot of Patron from a closed bar. The next day I left town. On the way out of town I noticed the little airport was absolutely full of private jets. Like 40 or so. Too many to count as I drove by. I was thinking wow no music scene. All these influential people... WTF? Good place to be "discovered" by some famous person... I think. Anyhow onto Salt Lake City.

Onto... Denver, Colorado

I had a really great time in Denver. I was impressed mostly by the cleanliness of the city. I also noticed the city planning was superb, good transit system, and it seemed like all the buildings were coordinated. They all seemed to go together. It gave a very pleasant feel to the city. I was fortunate enough to meet a young fellow that had just ride-shared from Northern California. He was kind enough to remind me of how great the weed is in Denver. A joint really had me high for several hours. He shared his story with me and had apparently been in some trouble and lost his license for 5 YEARS! That's a long time! He said he had trouble finding work because of transportation issues... he was only 23. That is a big chunk at of life at 23. Everyone I met was pretty nice from Denver. Only thing is they all seemed sad. Maybe it's the fact that they are used to so much snow and on this day it was 97 degrees. Not sure... but everyone seemed sad that I met. Curious! Onto Aspen!

So on my journey... I meet a song smith.

Funny how life weaves itself on your path. I've been really serious about this music thing and practicing my songs while I ride. I stop at Dairy Queen somewhere in Texas and meet Todd behind the counter. He asks me to read something. It's song he's written. It's about a broken heart he has. I even have the pleasure of hearing him sing it. I thought it very poignant on my journey of music. Good luck Todd. Never give up on your dreams.

Night of the living DEER!

The guy at Dairy Queen(in the middle of nowhere Texas) says, "It's about to get dark. You should stay here in town. When the sun goes down the "DEER" come out." I say ,"no... 1 more hour of travel." Not 10 min. later... I hit a DEER. Luckily only it's leg, as it bounded over the front of my bike. I rode 10mph for 1 hour to a Motel. Every DEER I saw after had a look of evil in its eyes.

Austin, Texas... Damn it is hot! 106 degrees. Holy Crap!

Amazing! It just gets hotter and hotter. Everywhere I go is gets hotter. Jeebus! 106 on the bike feels like riding through the stream of a giant hair dryer. I am surprised there wasn't a stream of black rubber behind me on the highway. I swear I heard my skin frying and could smell burning hair. Man I just can't express how hot it was to me. I think this was the hottest day I ever experienced. Even night time in the tent is hot. So unto the update. Here is my mid trip update.

Alexandria, LA to Austin, TX 7 hours and 11 mins.

I leave on Wednesday morning. My last day of flying with my Paw is tomorrow. I look forward to my journey because I know many friends are at the end of that journey. I learned somethings(reinforced about what I already know). Parents love you for who you are but if you are a confrontational artist... like I've become... they have no appreciation for your art. They tell you... you should carry yourself with more "class". This is me people... I don't fake it. People that are "classy" are usually the biggest fucks I know. Anyhow... I carry on as me. Trying to find honesty in myself at the moment. As honest I can be... because I am tired of liars and fakes... including me.

Learn something from me... at least a little. Don't be scared to be yourself. Because who you are is way more interesting than who you pretend to be.

You'd think the older people get the closer to me they'd become. But some don't... some are still scared to claim their life as their own. Who are you living for? I hope the answer to that question is... MYSELF!

A day of Flying with my Dad

This is the 4th of July 2009.

A day of flying.

I got my plane in the air after being moth balled for a year. It was such a wonderful feeling to be free like a bird. I gave the watchman at the airport a free ride. He loved it and continued to thank me over and over. He said he would remember it for the rest of his life. That is what sharing the joy of flight is all about.

Alem the Blues man from Bosnia

Some video of an amazing musician from Bosnia playing on the streets of New Orleans.

Onto my father's in Alexandria, Louisiana(3 hrs 29 mins)

About 3.5 hours norhtwest of New Olreans I visit my father's house. He is excited to see me as I am to see him. He has my airplane sitting in front of his house. ready to fly. Cool! Maybe I'll get some airtime tomorrow. I need to trailer it to a runway first. He thought my motorcycle was really cool. So after I unpacked it he took it for a spin... first spin on a bike since 1977. Then we wnt for a ride together. Me as driver of course looking for runways. Now we're just sitting around watching Micheal Jackson videos. what a talented freak he is.

My sister went to the hospital on the verge of stroke. I hope she is okay.

And the girl Leah from my "wanna have dinner?" post below said "yes." Now if she were only in Alexandria Louisiana. LOL! Better late than never? Huh who said that... late sucks. No really Leah thanks... I'm flattered... maybe we'll cross paths again.

New Orleans (5hrs 58 mins)

I stay at a hostel in Uptown. Went to Bourbon street of course. I partied with all the black folks in celebration of Micheal dying. Funny how white folks won't go in black bars. It's fucking fun in there. Oh well, racism does still exist and I guess it always will. Too bad... it was quite a party. I also visited my favorite freak bar "the round-up" the star wars bar I call it. It is a redneck, transvestite, midget, cowboy bar. There is NO racism in here... and it is always like that. So much fun. Crazy freaks! So then back to the hostel. I slept all day. I was so much fun. Daquiris RULE!

Micheal Jackson died today.(7 hours) to Tallahasee

I shall reflect this evening on how I learned to Moonwalk, wore a silver glove and owned 3 Micheal Jackson jackets. Once, me and 2 friends Sean Feaster, and Shane Derking all had them on at a Godfather's pizza. I walked into the dining room first(I was like 9 years old) and some teenagers snikered "look it's Micheal Jackson" they laughed. Then Sean wlaked in they said "Look it's Micheal Jackson again"... and poor Shane entered next. They shouted, "And IT'S ANOTHER ONE!" The whole table of teenagers busted into laughter... and laughed at us for the remainder of our meal. That was the last day I wore a Micheal Jackson Jacket.

I do also remeber learning to moonwalk with my father the night I saw him do it... and woowing the audience at a talent show the following week.

He will be missed... wacko jacko... but we may see him again with Walt Disney right? He is gonna be frozen as well.

I am in Fort Lauderdale

I left Key West this morning. Four hours later I am in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It is hot here too. I am in the wonderful world of Starbucks. Actually it is... although coffee is more expensive than drugs or alcohol. Nice to have free Wifi in most places.

Still looking for work. If Miami doesn't pan out. I am thinking about returning to Seattle so me and TDoug can pursue this music thing. I think there is real potential in what we have to offer.

I am gonna make a goal for reflection sake. I, along with TDoug, will have a top 50 hit before my 40th birthday. I'll reflect back on this when I am 40. This gives me 3.5 years to set the world on fire.

Key West Florida... here I am!

Finally, 36 years later I visit the place I entered the world. This explains a lot. Everybody here is blonde, wrinkled, tan and crazy eyed. No wonder! I thought it was because of New Orleans. Really though I don't think hell itself is this hot.
The Devil would be looking for an air conditioner. I am sure of that. The water is gorgeous. I plan on snorkeling tomorrow. I here it is excellent here. My other complaint besides the heat... it's fucking expensive... really expensive. Even South beach seems cheap. How do people afford to live and work here? I have no idea.

I'm gonna see if I can find work in Miami and maybe something part time here to subsidize my stay. I'll keep you posted.

Miami was Amazing!

I really thought I would hate Miami, but quite the contrary. The people were so freindly that I met. The city is extremely beautiful. The women are gorgeous... albeit plastic. I am re-considering my dislike like of fake boobs. LOL! I am in route to Key West. I am currently in Key Largo. If I don't end up staying in Key West... I think I may stay in Miami. I really didn't see that coming... but WOW! What an incredible city. And water, water everywhere.

Onto To Key West...

I will be riding from Daytona to Key West today. Hope all goes well. Later.

Kick my bike over??? But this is the MARINE's bike!

So I am sitting at the bar. Like, how many times have I started an entry with those words? LOL! So any way, some dude with a skateboard, comes in and asks "who has a Kawasaki Enduro?" "Um me... why?" "Um some skater kid just pushed it over. Don't worry I called the cops." I think... "Cops?" I don't like cops(no offense)... especially if I am hanging out at a bar drinking. So, I walk out to the bike. There it lays on it's side. So sad. So I start looking it over. No gas leaking. No anti-freeze. Mind you, it is liquid cooled and could have lot's of fluid escaping... but nothing to my surprise. We pick up the bike(me and the guy who alerted me). All I see is a scratch on the roll cage that is protecting my engine. A scratch on my handle bar weight. Nothing else. No wonder the Marine's use this bike. I LOVE THIS BIKE! My previous HONDA would have been fucked... broken clutch lever etc. FROM EXPERIENCE! This bike still looks like new. And further more... my throttle now stays in place... could be a problem in a later post... but for now... I've been thinking about adding cruise control for my long journey. This is perfect. I actually rode 8 miles with no hands. Rock on lil punks! I feel the angst... I appreciate the pain.

That said... as I am riding... I keep thinking, "what smells like piss?" Then I realize it... "LIL FUCKERS PISSED IN MY HELMET!" Damn it! This is not one to be washed. So tomorrow I spend some of my ever diminishing funds on yet another helmet. Dang. Lil punks got me good. Oh well. Life goes on! Lil punks! God bless them. Although I would have liked to escape with all my money... but it is not to be.

Daytona sucks. Not really! It has actually been very nice. Later foo's.

Savannah Georgia... my first tour stop

I arrived at 8pm after a 4 hour motorcycle ride. It really is a lovely town. Very small but extremely beautiful. Ride was uneventful and the wobble stopped on my bike so I can now cruise at about 70mph. I am really trying to figure out how I can do this for a living. It's so much fun this exploring thing. I love it. That said... damn the interstates are boring as hell.

Georgia girls are sexy...

I forgot the beauty of a high maintenance Southern Belle... they are quite charming and quite pretty.

Geared up and ready to go.

So my bike looks quite loaded. I've got GPS, an iPod and Camcorder with mount. Tank bag(book sack) and loaded 2 panniers up with clothes. I've got DC/AC power outlets. There's full reinforced riding gear. 2 Helmets. A tent. A sleeping bag. A hammock. An inflatable air mat. Toiletries, Tools, Locks, and spares. I knocked the bike over in my mother's garage while packing it up. She came a running. I am happy to say I was able to upright it fully loaded by my lonesome. A good practice excercize for sure.

I have decided to go by way of Savannah Georgia and down the Atlantic Coast. I have never been to Miami, Fort Lauderdale or Key West. I was born in Key West but was too young to remember so this will be cool.

I have also decided to start a website called "BeTheExplore.com" with my travels and writings more palatable for the general public. We'll see how it goes. Currently I'm interested in Tattooing and getting back into website design. That's all from dysfunctional Loveless. Hope you all are well drop me a line.

I am in Atlanta Georgia

I bought a new motorcycle. I stayed with my long term friend John Paul for a few days. Then with my mom. I am planning on heading to Key West Florida for a test run before heading West. I have no schedule so an open time line exists. Just trying to keep an eye on my cash.

I like this song... and it still works!

I left my job, my car and my home... I'm onto a destination unknown!

Lea... if you read this...

You were very lovely. Wished I would have got your number... and not had that last rum and coke... ouch! I will be in Atlanta for the next week or so. If you'd like to have some dinner with me... hit me back.

-chris

So an update... by request

I have decided to return to the states. Why you may ask? Because I found it extremely difficult to make a living in Costa Rica. With nothing to do I found myself floundering in nothingness. I have some leads on my bike in Costa Rica. I am looking at buy a new bike here in Atlanta and going on one last road trip across the country. I am attempting to park my ass in San Diego if I can find work there. It is time for the adventure to wind down and re-establish myself as a productive American Citizen. With a new Prez at least I have some hope in this country again. Costa Rica was a great healer for the pain I experienced. I still have my days... struggles with addiction... struggles with my self and where I fit into the world. But I am better. Not quite the lost angry man I was 2 years ago. So in a nut shell time to face reality and get myself a job... re-establish my credit... and enjoying the comforts that this civilized society has to offer. The journey isn't quite over, but this chapter is winding down. We'll see where this next chapter begins, but I am open to the change and accepted the chance to settle into a normal life if there is such a thing.

Too old to be a rock star!

Sometimes I think I finally discovered something inside of me!
Sometimes I think this music thing could really set me free!
I have a wisdom now to express the pain inside of me!
But I am too old to let this thing set me free!

I see my face in the mirror
I know the wrinkles in my face make me deeper!
I start doubting my ability to set myself free
I'm just gonna give in and let it take over me!

Set me free!
Free from doubt
Free from time
Free from Me!

I'm gonna be this thing that youth embraces
I feel me growing old!
I feel it in my heart.
I feel me growing bold!

Set me free!
Free from doubt
Free from time
Free from Me!

Sometimes I think I finally discovered something inside of me!
Sometimes I think this music thing could really set me free!
I have a wisdom to express the pain inside of me!
But I am too old to let this thing set me free!

I see my face in the mirror
I know the wrinkles in my face make me deeper!
I start doubting my ability to set myself free
I'm just gonna give in and let it take over me!

Set me free!
Free from doubt
Free from time
Free from Me!

Set me free!
Free from doubt
Free from time
Free from Me!

I am gonna be a rock star today!
Today is all I got!
I am never told old to be free!
I am never told old to be me!

So rock out old man!
So rock out young child!
Sing it like you mean it!
Sing it now and sing it loud!

I am free!
I am me!
I am rocking it loud
I am rocking it free

I AM ME!

Oh B! Oh B! Brace yourself!

You are about to crush some one you love. But you need to rip it off like a band aid. You need to do it! You know you need to... but you know it's gonna start a chain reaction that you aren't ready for. You are about to crush some one who is in love with you. Too bad you aren't in love with them. Good luck! Do the right thing! You know I am here with you.You are about to enter the worst year of your life. I am glad you finally dropped your happy facade and shed a tear. Makes me realize you finally have a grasp of what you need to do! Just do it already. Hang on because it is gonna be the worst ride you will ever be on. Breaking some one's heart that you love is not easy! GODSPEED! Onto to being a rockstar!

The Eagle has landed!

I am in New Orleans. I had the pleasure of singing with a band last night on Bourbon Street. We did some Doors and Stones covers. I am getting better at this singing shit. At least this "rock" singing shit. Although, I could not find a hostel last night so I ended up sleeping on a bench in the park. Oh my, somethings never change.

There is a walking stick(insect) on my head at this moment!

He seems to like Metallica! He(she) will not leave the vicinity of my headphones! I love the nature here. I love you lil dude! You are a part of my experience! Thanks! You look cool and crazy like some kinda weird camo bug! Stay up there as long as you want. I am not scared! I love you lil dude! METALLICA RULES! "Am I evil! Yes I am. I am Man". Obviously you don't know the lyrics! LOL!

Motorcycles are dangerous in the hands of a drunk!

Motorcycles are lethal especially after drinking. I sat and drank with my friends last night and Scheffeil, a German friend, had some police tape that said "Danger/Peligroso. I got the stupid idea to go into town and post some tape around as a joke. Well with no helmet and traveling way too fast I hit a rut in the road and lost control. I went down like a rock and my bike went over a cliff. Luckily a tree stopped it from falling about 100 feet to a most certain death of the bike below. I was luckily, albeit stupid. I landed on my face and am extremely sore this morning. As I lay in the mountain road at 1 am I realized no one was coming to help me. Every time I tried to get the bike up it slid a little more. So I decided to hike back to the village in pain. I knocked on Jorge's window. "Wake up! I crashed my bike and I need your help!". "It's 1am dude WTF?" He replied. I told him it was important. So we jumped in his Land Cruiser and headed back to the scene. I took him 3 tries to get my bike back over the edge with a tow rope. There is a huge dent in the rim and a dent where my balls hit the gass tank. Ouch! But we got it up. I rode the crippled machine back to the village with Jorge behind me in the truck.

Today I reflect what an idiot I was. And Conrad conveyed to me how it was a real let down to my friends and family to do something so selfish and stupid. For that I am sorry. I am extremely lucky it did not turn out worse. I really should be hurt more than I am if not dead. But I have been spared this time. And I truly hope I don't do something that stupid again.

So I got a bike for sale cheap!

Stuck in the Middle

Amazing how things change as we grow older...

This cute kid...



... turned into a real asshole at some point...



...and this little guy...



... turned into motorcycle adventure man...

Flying makes me happy

These are photos from my last official passenger at the flying crocodile hotel. Thanks Jared.

My friend Blake knows how to travel!

An Adobe colleague... went to Thailand! I WANNA GO!

http://netjibbing.com/Thailand2009/

Did I mention I could fly?

Of all the things I've done this has to be the best. I am actually able to get in a kite with a lawn mower motor and take to the skies. This has got to be my greatest achievement. To fly like men have only dreamed... makes me a part of a bunch of pioneers who take risks. As time passes what I do will seem insane but it is so natural. I feel every breeze and lean like a little kid to steer. Eventually there will be no free form of flight like this available to men. It will be considered dangerous and outlawed... but for me right now... it is my driving force! Flying and art. That is why I was born. So far as I can tell. May you all experience what IT is! Because it passes and sometimes you forget about it. But when you remember... IT IS BIG! Keep on pushing my fellow men. Cuz, I'm getting tired of pushing. I know I always will... but damn it takes a lot out of a man. What I would give for a hot shower and a sofa? Yum! Sofa!

STILL! The most popular 2 song in Latin America!

I hope these guys made a fortune!

Bob did!



Maybe these guys got lucky!

Sonia the Muse

I love her happiness. We should all be so lucky. God Speed Sonia! I will miss you!

Back to Playa Buena Vista

I leave tomorrow for playa Buena Vista. It is such a long ride and after the cops on the way here. I am not really looking forward to it.

Some pictures from the Journey to PANAMA

Ryan my riding partner. Julie my passenger. And random scenes.