hale zukas c.d.r.


here is something i did finish and sent out about twenty,
the old band i was in with mark small, rob enbom from around 2002 to 2006
i took some of my favorite recordings and put together a cdr.
if you want one send me your address.
mail is the best.
libraries and schools are ok too.

wind up










the past week i have been spending all my free time (the hours between midnight and 8) working on this wind up music box idea; magnets and springs.
its so mesmerizing to play with them, meditation and muse all those things that
sound cheezy when talking about the creative process but are so real.
if i find myself constantly thinking and doodling about building something i know
that im lost in the project. its fleeting.
so many projects just visit me for a few days then get left in a heap in the past,
there is a sense of urgency about grabbing the obsession and desperately trying to see
it to completion. it fills me with fear and dread that i will fail, it
will be just another pile of stuff in my way, representing of a kind of sad sentiment and self judgement:
"damnit john, you never finish the idea!" "why is all this crap in your workspace?" "gawd john, what were you thinking??"
here i am agian, instead of going out and seeing people or working on something
i know i can finish, i am lost in something that is just ever so slightly out of reach.
now, time writing might better be spent listing off things i actually accomplished. like my friend lisa who went back and collected writing and published projects and compiled them into one site, i might feel better about this process.
however, its fascinating watching myself; discovering that im right dab in the middle
again of this frantic/desperate race with time over something that most people wouldn't
have any reason for doing. i don't want to be in the position of calling my self
misunderstood: for that matter i am resistant to even call this a
"creative process" or by all means refer to this as (gasp) "art"
yikes.
it's way too personal and embodies all of my reason for living, when im in the
middle of the project to belittle it by calling it "art" is so off .not to be mellow-dramatic. hee hee but:
its like time spent playing with the almighty, the mystery, the begining of all time
and my end. im not aware of anything else
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since this is like a diary i think ill get to a list of accomplishments soon just
to look at it all however here is what im doing now:

ashby bart station ghost bus (mardi gras float)

im looking forward to going out and work on the bus again.
admittedly, the past few months had been a needed vacation from that project,
however it haunts me.
so many times am i asked about it and
then things like this mardigras float show up and i am caught
off gaurd by how much a reference it is for odd ball d.i.y projects
the bus is.
i only got to see this event from a quick distance while i was
driving my work van around town and low and behold a
bus show! i do miss it.

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I was going to use this as a "story of the bus escapades" however, i often like other peoples version of what happened more that how i saw it. these are only my versions from where i saw it. i do lots of other things besides the bus - so ill stray.

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