Timeline

What difference could it make if I missed it?

I was traveling with some kind of group in a fifteen-passenger bus.

Josh is a funny guy, very witty, but he takes the rock seriously as gospel.

When I worked at Cat's Records (1985 or so) many, many people asked when the new Slick Rick was coming out.

I had the 12" single with the acoustic version, might have been the same one.

Just Buddy absolutely enjoying his princedom, or principality, or what you will.

Your store could use some fixin'.

Young and beautiful, but someday your looks will be gone.

Andrew knocked out the crowd with his (single edit) "Thunder Road".

It was a beautiful Saturday night, and there were twice as many people at the show than could fit in the bar at once.

The String & Shadow puppeteers perfomred their original play _A Night At The Grand Opera_.

The biggest conflict was I didn't want to go to the hardcore matinees in the disused storefronts in our urban neighborhood.

I wanted to have someone to talk to.

That much is true.

Another organic form.

It was for Megan Whitmarsh's "In The Year 2525". Saw a lot of people from my past.

He or she is a really fast worker. There are deadly little traps all over the place back there.

Eleven years later! I was thrilled to get them back.

There was an ad on the Super Bowl about Chevron drilling in the "Gulf of America" and I was too disgusted to leave the TV on.

It snowed in New Orleans. I let Buddy out in it.

Not many people could identify this song, but that's not my problem.

Baby, you're the best.

Apparently the Harris campaign thought that instead of motivating the base they could get fifteen million Republicans like this one pictured here to stand in line to vote Democrat.

For a guitar that was basically in the trash it's starting to look like an instrument somebody cares about.

Sunsets seen from the levee are more dramatic when there are clouds in the sky but I felt like taking pictures anyway.

I opened the front door and turned out the lights, hoping she’d be brave enough to leave before Buddy came home (though he has no interest in possums, no play value).

This one knocked our power out for a day.

It sounded like food.

End of the tour.

Our first time playing in Houma.

He's ready, but I'm not.

He really refused to wear the cone at this point.

He looked pretty comfortable in there.

He seemed to feel so much better after having his eye removed.

Buddy's acting more like himself, in that he's lying on the bed instead of under it (something he never did before).

June 29, 2024. 9 - 12 p.m.

It was a scary and sad time but he'll be all right.

This was so sad, and a dreadful time for us.

June 15, 2024. 8 - 10 p.m. (Strictly observed.)

Close to a month after I took this picture, Buddy got a diagnosis. He has glaucoma in his left eye (the one to the viewer's right).

Everything was nice and clean, everyone was nicely dressed.

The band went on at least thirty minutes late, leaving us to just stand there while a stagehand tuned the guitars about thirty times.

I love these (mostly) cheap Japanese pens. I have a few too many.

Excellent crowd, excellent sound.

It's 24 pages, staple-bound. Laser printed on, let's see... 20lb copy paper. Good stuff. It's black-and-white, but so are the originals.

They're overall harmless but they will bite. Mostly they're good at getting away.

Bands from Atlanta aren't usually as audience-friendly as these guys were.

I took another walk on the levee this afternoon, and once again there was a kite being flown by no one.

I think it's a Missisippi Kite, but maybe it's too big for that?

Buddy has already accepted that whatever happens is fate. Otter, on the other hand, never learns anything.

Gina always said they're more like frenemies, but look at this.

Buddy finally let me get a picture of his cloudy eye.

She lives down the street, but she eats food here.

The computer could easily tell me the exact date, but the people programming the app want it to seem friendly.

If you go listen today, please note how a lot of it is garage/rock/rockabilly, but a lot of it isn't.

I was an adult, basically present-day me, but I was starting a new school and I had an advisor, and we went to the mall.

With Redondo Beat and Luxurious Faux Furs.

It was a good show

I had just one day to do it so, if you find it derivative of my early works, maybe that's why.

I spent the weekend of the Fourth in Pensacola.

We would go on walks and I would give her quarter-pound balls of hamburger meat.

Buddy looks like he's thinking about work, but, like me, hes mostly wondering when lunch is.

Aah not pictured.

Very good band, soon to be replaced for some reason.

Perfect nest, no egg inside.

Maybe Buddy brought him in. Anyway, he escaped unharmed.

This big ol' scamp is growing on me.

It's a reunion for Rabbit Hatch, who last played in 2005.

I caught and released the friend.

We went about ten miles.

I tried on Kathleen's Mardi Gras mask.

I hurt my foot though, and couldn't really walk the next day.

I guess I got the symptoms for nothing.

I had misplaced my phone but it was Wordle time so Gina set me up with the analog version.

We were supposed to play on the front porch but some lady freaked out.

The more I worked on it the simpler I made it.

The lady who sold them looked at me like I was too dumb to care for a plant.

I knew and liked Michael a lot.

Oscar (who's not quite four) threatened us with "yummy soup and yummy alcohol".

I'm really questioning everything now.

I was walking on a slushy Brooklyn Street.

It's one of the most interesting places in New Orleans, though I guess you could say that about every graveyard.

Recorded for the sake of an uncaring posterity.

I should have planned the party a little better.

I didn't have a scanner, this was the best I could do.

I climbed through a lot of briars and such to get up there and look around.

The cops shut it down, it's a peaceful neighborhood.

I don't know why, I just like making a record of these.

We've had so much stuff to burn.

Still getting rid of Ida debris.

I watched YouTube videos and now I don't know how to put the strings on anymore.

Gina and I were eating breakfast at Satsuma on Burgundy Street, and she said "You have a leaf on your shirt." I saw that it was true, it was perched on my left shoulder.

Saw this lonely tire while biking around.

I was out of mozzarella.

Also FR and a band from Brooklyn called TDA.

Gina's trash hadn't been picked up since August 25, before Hurricane Ida.

I don't know why it took so long for BJ's to start putting on shows in the yard.

I wanted a big fire and I got one.

I took a picture of this wonder truck in Chattanooga last Thanksgiving.

The movies weren't the ones I'm used to.

We remembered most things the same.

He fell out first.

There wasn't much.

Took a little tour of her office afterward.

We went to Ankar's, which had barely changed since 1985.

Back then we wouldn't have felt comfortable taking pictures.

Which probably means there's a snake in my fire pit.

I had to climb a hundred foot ladder, then stand on the top rung with my other foot on the rig to reach the part I was working on.

It worked out about as well as you'd expect. Maybe better.

I guess they got tired of working remotely and wanted to get back to the office.

It was part of Creepy Fest.

The Drupes are just great.

It was nice to see everybody.

Guarded by a cat.

I was sure it would storm, but it turned out really nice.

It would be a great story if they had happened in the same place.

Had some of the same striped tarp fiber that was in the last snazzy nest I saw.

Andre played drums and also engineered the recording.

I hate flying, especially Delta. Hard crosswords help, but only to a degree.

It was a really hot Sunday, so somewhat deserted.

I went to Paris with my family and boy what a mix-up.

She made this in 1993.

Our friend is moving away but she had a little bonfire to let people say goodbye. And her horse came.

Stoo Odom was joined by a friend from San Francisco, Allison Lovejoy.

I also punched some people.

He's about half my height when he stretches out.

Try to do this every ten years or so.

Playing on Gina's stage with George Wilde and Lo Amps, only rescheduled.

Playing on Gina's stage with George Wilde and Lo Amps, only rescheduled.

Playing on Gina's stage with George Wilde and Lo Amps.

I made these specifically for unread books and charging electronics.

He treats my house like it's his workplace.

A new band rising from the ashes of the Stacks, who haven't actually burned down.

These two generally torment each other all day.

This cat lives next door but he doesn't know that.

We've had a lot of cold strange weather.

Wearing our warm coats, kind of a rare thing in New Orleans.

Just before I shaved it.

The first step is admitting you have a problem...

Made with Procreate.

I have no idea what this note-to-self meant, but I'm not looking for any pork rinds.

Kind of silly but I felt like it.

I can learn this software a lot faster than my computers can.

A small one, about eleven inches high, the height of GI Joe or Barbie.

He treats my house like it's his workplace.

I think it's finished.

A small painting from a long weekend.

The bat, which we had mistaken for a stuffed toy, came to and started chasing me around.

Started drawing and didn't stop.

Being at the end of the parish, our street is often used as a garbage dump.

Might also be considered a current self-portrait.

The tree fell down in Hurricane Ida.

Just something I was thinking about.

I can't believe I'd never been.

She heard me talk about More Zingers From The Hollywood Squares, I didn't know I was dropping a hint.

A classic record gets a new track.

Gina's dog Daisy doesn't have a lot of fur.

They said the quarantine would be a great time to get work done.

He's available to model any hosiery you can get him to wear.

I dreamed I was on tour with my band. We had a gig at a women's college. Also Betty.

I'm sad to say that this was necessary.

Saw this nifty but off-putting vehicle at Canseco's.

Saw this great high-water truck in Chattanooga.

Documenting the exciting life of an animal who puts up with me.

I got exposed.

Gina put on a socially-distanced live music show.

I got exposed.

First art show I'd seen druing the pandemic.

Just like on Christmas, or the night before a big trip, I stay up too late, supposedly getting organized.

In which I teach Buddy a lesson, but you know what? I learned a lesson of my own.

I was in Tennessee watching the New Orleans Saints play a team I didn't recognize.

Gina and I watched the storm come in; it was beautiful.

I doodle while I'm on the phone, a lot (if not always). Sometimes it's my better work.

Otter is the most entitled cat I've ever known, and that's saying a lot.

I learned an astonishing fact about Diesel fuel and its alternatives.

Imagine the planning that went into dumping this load in somebody's yard.

Just a good looking animal for your enjoyment.

Report from the hermitage.

Just fooling around.

Seen in Holy Cross. Gina knows who it belongs to but I don't.

I really feel for this frog.

fooey.

I couldn't use them up fast enough.

Several commenters thought it was a golf bag.

Buddy is very patient, despite being the most food-motivated cat I've known.

My neighbor's odd behavior is explained, but it's more than that.

I'm doing all right, despite the pandemic. I am okay not seeing too many people. Saving money, I guess.

The Pandemic Reboot Independence Day Edition

Lewis d'Aubin got it done in an hour.

Today was his ninety-first birthday but also his last day.

Inspired by a trip to Birdie's convenience store on Broad.

He's a gentle giant, except that he bites.

Seen a few days after the death of George Floyd.

Pink popsicle time.

Our drummer is moving away so we're recording while we can.

burned up a lot of yard trash.

Ignoring the peligro.

He's an enormous cat.

Last time I got close was when I was laid up in the hospital in college.

This wouldn't be remarkable except when I see these cats I always look for Sally.

Look out, Mr. Heinz!

These aren't even necessarily the ones I listen to the most. These are the ones that "influenced" me.

Showing off my pandemic facial hair and walking on the levee in Arabi.

Post-It sketch

they were living in a U-Haul van in front of the house; hindsight says I should have been more suspicious.

He's quite serious about it.

We're recording at our drummer's house. He's stuck living with all of me and Andrew's gear for a while.

We burned up a stinky knifeblock.

I seem not to change much in how I live.

Pretty typical palette.

Once when I was a teenager, maybe fifteen, I answered the phone. It was my mom's mother, Grandma Vada. She asked me a question.

We do a lot of these.

It's spooky in there even when you're alone because the wind blows the loose corrugated metal around.

I miss her so much.

Gina and Daisy and I took a walk.

It told me something I didn't know about Houston.

It was still pretty warm.

I have more recent pictures but this is the one I like.

This was Court Batson's first appearance with Chef Menteur.

Last time playing that bass on stage, it turns out

Doing what he does best, or at least does most.

A soft daddy long legs, for lack of a better description.

Took a walk with Gina and P.J. to the riverbank. I guess the water was very low.

This was a kind of sign you could still see in downtown New Orleans in 2014.

Joanne is the one taking the picture.

I stopped in the Please-U Diner on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans.

An offering on the mississippi River levee in Holy Cross, New Orleans.

We were so happy then.

A night out with Trey and Becca.

Yuh huh.

This took forever to paint.

Those white socks.

The gameplay is so perfect, and you always learn something about human nature.

These cheery balloons spelled out "FUCK YEAH" for a day.

Found out front under the cypress trees.

Harmless, as long as you don't pick it up.

They played the Undress album, pretty much in order.

I haven't used it enough.

I built a kind of a rig to put a camera above my work table.

Tailgate as billboard.

I usually go with Andrew but I think I was on my own this time.

Sorry if there are too many pictures of fires with no people on here.

The film was called Knuttin' Bowl.

This was probably my last Mardi Gras.

Shared the space with Karen Ocker.

Kind of a strange place, really.

Seen on the sidewalk in front of a mansion on Jackson Avenue.

I was about twice as old as all the other kids there.

I made an animation to advertise the show.

link to (excellent) Bandcamp recording in post

Here's the recording from that show.

Gina asked me to plant these.

I wonder if these are from the '20s or the '90s.

Great show. Really loud.

The fluorescent paint? Very expensive.

Nice place to show work.

Just looking at this picture reminds me how high my utility bills for this house were.

The Kentucky Derby fell on the day we were there and we went to the city dog track to watch it.

A very long, very fast, dark gray snake.

Gina has this wedding tent to work under but maybe it wasn't meant to stay up in real bad weather.

Just silhouettes, but you can tell who it is.

I moved to the Ninth Ward. Most of my pictures from this time are out of focus.

This Holy Cross Neighborhood Association t-shirt has had a long run.

Pretty common view when the river is high.

For my birthday we had a campfire and a pickin party.

I forgot to try hard.

Another football dream.

I liked living here until I got the light bill.

I really was over it as far as my landlord was concerned.

It was cold and the people that were there stayed around the fire.

Captured my mood exactly.

Daisy is a skinny little pit bull Gina found on the levee.

I like a lot of Prince music, but I can't stand his mid-tempo hits.

All Access, baby.

Actually I think she's enjoying the sunbeam.

Nice place to work. Too bad it flooded so much.

I actually lived like this.

I took a picture of a pickle on the pavement, with unintended consequences.

This yard was hard to control.

A really fun show.

I also saw the Wayne White museum show, but this might have been more fun.

I still made it to my mom's the same day, just about eight hours late.

From a picture my mom sent me.

It was a school night but I'm glad I went anyway.

text

This country gas station has shoes and a topless bar in it.

Nobody was hurt.

Our one gig was a house party in South Austin.

Really not trying.

I couldn't move it when I left Texas so I sold it for peanuts.

I was walking down 6th Street in Austin one lunch hour when I saw a group of people with cameras out, looking up.

Our house really was comfortable, we stayed in it too much.

The guitarist was also in my band Mountain' Shoutin'.

I don't know about Sally but I was lonely in Austin. Sometimes we made the best of it, though.

It was a lot of fun. Most tired I've ever gotten as a drummer.

Whoever picked the brown made a good choice.

Fun club to play.

I continue to enjoy lots of media.

I know this is only cute to me, but it's really cute to me.

Couldn't stay till the end.

The Saints beat the Giants 52-49.

Lovely dentition.

I made this big pink thing for my office but I hung it up in my apartment for a while.

This apartment was comfortable. I hardly left it.

Sally in the covers.

This was in Austin where there wasn't enough for her to do.

Lynn Smith rode with me from Austin to New Orleans.

I thought the interviewer was trying to get info out of me to steal my identity.

This guy is a friend of my friend's sister.

Most of the time I went to a food truck called Jefe's near the UT campus.

I biked from the Motel 6 to my new job.

I was hooked when the man snipped a huge slab of cooling molten sugar with enormous scissors.

A 1999 Ford Ranger.

I got an endorsement deal.

You draw right on the screen.

If I had to describe a typical Berger novel (there are atypical ones) I’d say he sets up a conflict, immediately, and pushes it to a logical or maybe an illogical conclusion.

Nothing indicated this would be a remarkable date at the time.

Pretty fun show. Austin Lucas was bossy.

I made some miniature throws. I thought they had to be Roman-themed.

Lauren Oglesby brought all the people.

Absolutely loved this band as a band and as people.

Looks nice on this fence, though.

The Stacks played.

Not quite like Holt Cemetery, but sort of.

I can't get enough of rusty old signs.

Really not trying.

I made a gaudy online flyer.

Good show for us.

Thanks to Steve Walkup and The Goodnight Show Orchestra.

A car I saw while walking around the business end of New Orleans.

Was this the show with Mystery Girl?

He lived downstairs, and his name was Angus.

Seen and photographed in Bywater.

She was happy here, with lots to climb on and catch.

She made this in 1993.

I bought this beater for $20 at a yard sale.

I knew I had seen that same picture somewhere.

The Stacks played the 8th Annual Chazfest, in the yard of what was known as the Truck Farm, on St. Claude Avenue.

Primitive Boys were great, but I don't think they ever played another show.

Another birthday show for me.

Paul Caporino from M.O.T.O. was on this bill as well?

Good show. Mike Edison was in town.

Tuesday night rock and roll. Good crowd, actually.

a very quickly drawn flyer

Was this a Hallowe'en show?

Tuesday night rock and roll. Good crowd, actually.

I drew a luchador.

We went on real late if I recall.

Riding bikes in fifty mile per hour winds.

My power was out for days.

It might as well have one mouth since both mouths sing Eighties lyrics.

Attendance was sparse.

I could do nothing right.

This was a fantastic porch for man and cat alike.

It's on Tchoupitoulas. It's not the Rock Bottom (another bar on Tchoupitoulas), but it's close.

Trey is a good sport to keep sailing with me.

Fun club to play.

My colleague Alex Hemard did the excellent, Bourbon Street inspired design.

She made a good cap'n.

I just gave the drawing board away, eventually.

I went with Dan. They were good.

I paid a guy to help me move and he stole my house key.

Just a little bit before we moved to New Orleans.

She was very photogenic that day, and the light was nice.

Rent then was a mere $1400 for one long room.

I've never had such a loyal and companionable cat.

My first experience wtih Texas' blue laws.

sorry, just a deflated mylar balloon.

4e loved this elevated front porch.

We had nice light in the Irving Avenue place.

Maybe Trey could remember it better than me.

Featuring the obligatory bowling posterior shot.

We liked playing anywhere with "lounge" in the name.

Looks like things are tough for ArJo Printing.

He agreed with us about his son.

Usually I like it, but on this day, if I had to describe it in a sentence, I’d say it was like a field trip to a Muji.

Always had fun at that place.

Friendly service, delicious gyros.

She made herself at home, for sure.

There were five heads.

While in New Orleans on a visit.

I didn't win anything.

He just wanted to eat, walk sometimes, and sit around and look at me.

I'm not sure about the date on this.

If you want to start the game with ANUS, you better hope I don't have MOTIF.

Headliners at a big venue.

It was a bar in Williamsburg Brooklyn.

I wonder about the date on this though.

It got hit by a tornado. It hosted many parties and cookouts.

This is where I first found her and fed her a piece of a hamburger.

We played this bar several times.

The venue was a casualty of the construction of the Atlantic Center.

She had a really good attitude.

Dignity.

Rose poser.

We also shot guns at cans and bottles.

The whole thing was somewhat interrupted by what you might call a flash flood.

People often complain about fish in the microwave. They haven't found out about "strong cheese" yet.

One of my coworkers really made an impression on me.

Looks like I had a good time at least.

I got so many messages yesterday about Bo Diddley's dying; I appreciate them all.

Cats are basically temperature regulation devices.

They're up on the roof at 100 Thames Street.

I had some people over and I made potato salad.

Boy did she look sharp.

Jimmy and the Wolfpack will be playing the after-party.

I didn't name it right away.

I think it was the Stacks. It was probably a sort of Stacks/Wolfpack hybrid.

For the second time in 2008 (and in the same week), I'm back in New Orleans.

I need to do more watercolor.

I stayed up all night to catch a morning plane.

I'm finally on you tube...and of course you can't see me at all.

This was in Bushwick on our gray-painted floors.

Thanks to "Gabby the Cabby" for finding and returning my license, credit cards, work ID, etc!

No cover.

I just happened on the show and my brother was there.

Her little brother wrote "FUCK YOU" on my front door.

It was fun to watch her concentrate.

I'm liking this young cat.

I knew she would be mine, there was never any doubt.

The next morning, she was still there. And the next.

That's right--America's two greatest "And The" combos on one stage making people happy.

Came to New Orleans for the weekend and somehow got a gig.

It was hot. I was underdressed.

Slade Nash is the drummer in All-Night Movers. He is like a drum machine that can mix drinks. Also an incredible mensch. Drummer jokes don't apply to him.

Date approximate.

First time at Zablozki's.

I didn't win.

I watched at the house of some acquaintainces I didn't know well.

I used the write PHP scripts to send mass emails to my mailing list.

He was a good rabbit. You just had to make sure he didn't eat the drywall.

I'm sure the show was fine, but listen to this other story I have about this place.

I remember so little about this. We ended up getting Korean food, I think.

I didn't draw it and I don't know who did. If you know, please let me know.

Jimmy And the Wolfpack played.

Not sure if we benefited from it, but it was a good time.

Great show. He talked to Kool-Aid.

It was fun to see Richard Griffiths live.

This whole event was amazing. I felt so crazed after Katrina but this show made me happy to be in New York.

She was a great poser.

I'm sure we came in last.

I can't remember how this happened or what the name of the club was.

This wasn't a happy show.

This was a nice place to play in New York.

Casey Howard was our horn player at the time.

We had to go on late so some weak indie rock band could play. That was a bad idea on the club's part.

This picture really expresses how I felt at the time.

It was miserable. I made it a little bit fun though.

I remember really liking her harmonica playing.

We met under amusing circumstances.

Thanks, anonymous photographer.

First Wednesday of a four-Wednesday residence.

This is when Trey and I came up with the Turfgrass Cup.

The second of a couple of excellent garage shows.

Jeremy Lyons was really busy in New Orleans until one day he was just gone.

Interlopers had a good new record about to come out.

We tore it up at this show to a well-oiled crowd. I also saw something remarkable on the way to the gig.

Paradise Vendors weren't like any other band in town, good stuff.

It probably wasn't a great idea.

What happened to the velvet curtains?