09.06.08 girard avenue philadelphia

this show at studio 2728 opens september 6th 2008. 2728 girard ave philly. saturday night all right.

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MAINE and HAIR and EXILE OSAKA

hanging out in the state of Maine for a while is nice and mellow and mellow and sweet in the summer.
getting to the top of mount cadillac was exhilarating even tho it was as crowded as osaka station during rush hour.
but my hair was looking pretty okay late at night in the full moon light that was reflected off the ocean and into my face, like a million colored light down a shopping street in japan...
check out exile osaka fanzine again, this time in internet form. and read matt's well written blog about japan and film, the Osaka Film & Booze Club

AMERIKAN GOTHIC 2008

my famous and death-defying little brother Jay took our photo the other morning when he visited beth and i at eckerton hill farm. we were knee deep in shale and tomatoes. the sun was at 10 o'clock. pulpit's rock was at our backs and sharp's ridge had our left side covered. the temperature was a perfect 80 degrees and red tailed hawks circled skyward riding down drafts above blue rocks campground.
my farmer tan was starting to turn into sunburn.
eckerton hill is owned by tim stark. its a pleasant if back-breaking place to work in the summers. and its weird and good that its now one of the most famous farms in amerika. read tim's just-released new book. he owns eckerton and he is also the dude cool enough to allow us to hold the film festival there every summer (which, considering the insane amount of peeple that descended on this year's fest, is very, very nice of him. or crazy of him)

me + FUGAZI +london, england

i'm in this old fugazi footage from their first or second show in london in 1988....
you can see me at various points throughout the program, i'm jamming it as an american kid away at school in a foreign metropolis.
i cmpletely forgot until i saw myself in this that some dude kept pointing a camera at me. maybe because i was wacked out of me head on LemSip and hash33sh.
i went to this show sick as a dog and almost dead, with lawrence and ed shred from SINK and The STUPIDS, etc. ... and aaron hegarty who was a really cool dude who sold american hardcore records in a stall below the flyover in portobello rd.

it jazzes me up and freaks me out and almost saddens me all at the same time, to see this and to see myself so long ago. a whole different world and lifetime ago.... end on end on end on end on end

HOMEBASE IS WHERE THE ART IS

friday july 11th at homebase was goodtimes all around. ray broke edge but he broke it with my black flag diy red wine.
my pieces will hang till august. some are still up for grabs. $100 each for the drawings, which exist under silicone, glass and plaster.... and since peeple have been asking me about it, the trench installation in the window can be yr's for a mere $5000!!! hook it up skater.
oh yeah, guy hoops, brent burke, mike kaine were all there with me. the first time we were all in the same room together since SUICIDAL at west catty in 1985, when we were little hardcore children!
stay free....

PHOTOS, DRAWINGS, HEALING, HISTORY...

show at homebase (14 w. 4th st. on the preferred southside of bethlehem). opens friday july 11th. lots of my little drawings and photos and healing vibes. come after 8 to drink some wine with me. don't forget to look in the window. if you were around back in the dark days you'll know what historical landmark its supposed to make you feel the love for....

VIRGINVILLE 08 PROGRAM!!!!!!

FINALLY, HERE'S THE PROGRAM FOR THE FESTIVAL!!!!!!
these are the films that will be shown at the fest .
not neccesarily in this order but close to it.
there are a helluva lot films, right? so you'll stick around we hope, and see some cool stuff:

thanks to everyone who submitted films. when you meet thefilmakers, thank them for sharing the vision of a starry night watching films on a big screen underneath the moon!

Virginville Film Festival 2008 Program

1. Boys (trailer)-Neil Cleary-Task (1:23)
2. The Good Life Pt. I & II-Wayne Miller (8:50)
3. Peeled Grapes-Ryan Watt(11:15)
4. Big Dutch Hotel-John Nelka and Fred Tamari (8:01)
5. Photocopy Movie-Eric Prykowski (3:20)
6. Captain Comet-Brother J.T. (12:05)
7. Born of Jackals-Eric de Jesus (7:04)
8. The Coprophagia Kitchen-Mike Shellito (3:27)
9. 2 Ramps, 1 Room-Nick Stain and Homebase (11:00)
10. Kutztown-Jen Lindsay (4:12)
11. Punkin Pie Hubbub-Paul David (12:36)
12. Timelessness-Mary Jo Rosania (4:27)
13. Willow-Kate Balsley (2:24)
14. Rod, Stewart and the Mummy-Mitch Csanadi (5:30)
15. Hexenwolf 2 Bloopers-Elizabeth Duby (6:36)
16. Skateboard-Dave Keller (2:36)
17. Deitsch Eye for the Jersey Guy-Dan Leathersich (14:30)
18. The Haunted Hat-James Antonson (5:37)
19. Night Over Shell's-Denise Vacca (12:41)
20. Thumbprint Moon-Sharon O'Connor (9:28)
21. Speaxxerfone-Carl Franke (13:22)
22. Slow Ride-Tim Showalter (7:29)
23. Ironicality-Bryan Shaefer (5:03)
24. Currents-David Kresge (9:21)
25. I Wish I Were Only Sleeping-The Oakeners (6:00)
26. Real Real Friend-James Jewell (4:19)
27. The Belly Friends-The Pippens (5:23)
28. A Deeper Shade of Soul-Tim Carr (13:23)
29. Brogue-Jason Prugar (10:15)
30. Film-Simon Nagle (who knows what its called?)

a DVD compilation of all these films and more will be for sale at the fest. hook one up along with the v-ville 08 tee shirt!

june 28th at 8pm. VIRGINVILLE is where you'll wanna be.

~eric/beth/wayne

VIRGINVILLE '08

this is where you'll want to be, laying on a blanket under the stars, on June 28th this summer.


for info on attending, submitting and sponsoring and etc, go here

CULT OF THE MOON is out now, so is WHH

Cult Of The Moon, my book on SLOOOW LEY LINES is out now and so is a WE HAVE HEAVEN cassette, on SLOOWTAPES. you can hit the link to the right to see what distros should have them.
here's the label description:

"Eric de Jesus
Cult Of The Moon
Sloow Ley Lines - B
Drawings, photo’s and lunar stories by Eric de Jesus. Half black & white, half full-color. Let your moustache grow easy. Bound together by the hand."

in other news, i'm pretty fagged, fammed and fashed after this weekend....

WORK (carpet to cobblestone)

worked on a set at kitchen sink fabrication in philly last week. one of the deals was to create a cobblestone roadway out of a 40 x 14 foot chunk of carpetting.
it went from this
to this

i'm about to wood grain my laptop. it'll look like i'm walking around with a chunk of oak. or staring at a block of oak....

FURSAXA at muscle beach

FURSAXA at Muscle Beach in allentown, pa on february 7th 2007
(it was an unusually warm night in the wharehouse. there was an overflow of the good vibes. everyone was in a good mood. and tara levitated us to another, brighter level...

there are more of my little videos here
...and i can't wait for the spring.

SUNRISE OVER PHILADELPHIA

stayed at carrie's loft in port richmond this week cuz we were working on the set for Seeking Solutions With Suzanne. this is how it looked out one of her windows on tuesday morning at 6:45am....
and here's how carrie's foot looked at black floor gallery a couple years ago:

WORK

100 color images by shaun mcnally, made into wallpaper by easy...
we're currently tricking out this and other walls in a restaurant being started by shaun himself, so you know it will be an excellent & flakey experience. we are gonna project and paint a big image of a creepy-looking kid on a sliding board on the opposite wall. the place is on main st in bloomsburg, pennsylvania ~ right near the university. you better go there when it opens ya'll...

TOKYO SUBWAYS

maybe almost 10 years ago in tokyo, Beth was standing on a ginza line platform at omotesando dori station and i took this photo with a disposable 3-D camera

i love this photograph, this moment in the history of the world.

SARAH JOHNSON spazodelic @ muscle beach

started the year off alright by going to see SARAH JOHNSON at muscle beach. man, were they spazzed out. but with one of the greatest drummers i've ever seen (since maybe seeing jim kimball behind the kit on the LAUGHING HYENAS first tour, which was what, like 20 years ago) (if you click their name, look at the entry for 4/1/88. that was my house)....
total japancore '98 vibe. i mean like MANIA ORGAN, SKULLCALIFORNIA, SLEEPING BEAUTY, SPACE STREAKINGS etc. all brash and fast and with the quickness and colors and kaos pad.
please enjoy this little video i shot:
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xplanetx/fursaxa/wet hair/etc

i am xplanetx and i am back.
come to this show at muscle beach. i will be looping out some transcendental noise.

in addition
Fursaxa
Secret Abuse (jeff of impregnable/deep jew, also runs callow god tape label)
Evan Miller
Wet Hair (mem of rac oo oon)
Nimby

february7th around 7pm and on the D/L so shhhhh on the address, but holla and i'll tell you how to get to the Beach

20 years of new years eves

OMG! ok wtf. its 8am on january 1st, 2008 and (like in an old Conflict fanzine) i'm going to try to recall every single new years eve since 1988. oh man, 20 years of new years eves. theyre always such anti climactic social events. and i always wake up the next morning in a new year, thinking i have to start getting something thats not going, more going, or get jamming on the words for real...
i hope i can even remember every year.

1987>1988 somewhere in jersey
MUGFACE was playing in some girl's garage at a party in western jersey, just over the delaware river from easton or nazo somewhere. it was a pretty lame party. i wasnt so into singing anymore. there was a lot of snow. the girl's house was out in the middle of the snowy woods and her parents were nowhere in sight. i was in a weird mood but i always was then. MUGFACE was pretty much over with by that point. or i was over it. that band only lasted from june 87 to early winter 88 if i recall correctly. this was probably the last time we actually played in front of peeple.
monto and bobby and alex ilchuck and a bunch of other LV dudes were there. and kira and icky and some other lancaster skins.
alex and kira and maybe dave folk started blowing up sticks of dynamite out in the woods and laughing like crazy. huge booming concussions rolling out into the still night air. that was the best part of the whole evening. the girl who lived there was pissed. but those kids did not care. after we played i stood outside in the snow under some trees and smoked a bunch of wzzd with a new jersey girl in a burgundy bomber jacket. she had a bleach blonde chelsea cut. i had an inca hat. my ankles were freezing because i stopped wearing socks. i was thinking i had to start splitting the scene. those guys were blowing shit up and laughing like crazy. the girl whose house it was was freaking out because she thought the cops would come. i can't remember how i got home to bethlehem, or if i even did go home, but i was wigging out.

1988>1989 in bethlehem
just back from London for the holidays where paul david and i missed getting blown out of the sky on pan am 103 by a mere 2 days. i mean our flight was pan am 103 but we'd changed it 2 days later, thank god, in order to get a lot of hazh from some irish dudes. but man, what a wasted, funny, crazy awesome failure of a school year that was.... hung out in my room at my parents house with T.  
 back in notting hill a week prior, i'd hollowed-out a cheap leather belt and filled it with the portobello road irish hazh to smuggle onto the plane. there was so much that it snaked all the way around my waist; but it being just 2 days after lockerbie, airport security wasnt so hard assed in checking american college students returning home for christmas (they actually regarded us with pity & solemnity as flight 103 was filled with college kids whom they presumed we knew). (we did know a couple of them.) T. and i were lighting that shit and blowing long trails of smoke out my bedroom window as the clock struck midnight. my parents were having their filipino new years snacks in the dining room below us. we were jamming the just released first THEE HYPNOTICS single i'd gotten 2 weeks previous at the west london rough trade. i couldnt stop listening to it because it was so awesome.
after T. left i felt sad and stupid and stood on the roof of the house at 3 in the morning and looked up at the moon and smoked the very last of the Silk Cut cigarettes from london, thinking 'wow, i should be dead in a field in scotland'.

1989>1990 in philly
living on 19th and girard with andy clees. we walked to a party at the swinging bachelor pad (yeah right) of lars, chris & noel on 21st and cherry. everyone was stoked to ring in the 90s. all those west chester peeple were having a blast. they drank so much and reveled in early 20s debauchery and wantonness. lars lit his own coffee table on fire and burned a giant hole in the living room carpet. me and andy and elysia and art hung out together and scowled like jerks as we were wont to do back then. there was a street fight outside. we watched it with glee after heading onto the balcony to listen to all the celebratory gunfire going off in the sky over north philly, filling the crisp air with showers of glistening lead like philly style new years snowflakes.
i slept for one whole day to start the new year.
then, drowzy and cold and full of a Dew Inn breakfast on 5th and Girard, me, simon, andy, art & elysia took off to DC to see the DUSTDEVILS and UNREST at DC Space. and the DUSTDEVILS that night were one of the coolest bands i had ever seen. and the tape of this show became Teenbeat recs #41  Easy #6 1/2. read about it here

1990>1991
i can not remember what exactly went down. but it involved spraypainting antiwar punker slogans on the basement walls of the house in which i was living (5012 cedar ave) since the gulf war part I was about to begin. "make home brew not war!" "fall down not out!" if i had only known then what a tremendous year was in store, i would have surely not cared about any wars ever!

1991>1992
fully ensconced in the Pine Street Revolution Grrrl Style Now scene thanks to Beth, she & i went to a party at Tania and Sharon's pad on 9th & Pine at which various northeast philly HC scenesters were getting loaded and asking me what i thought about their post LEGITIMATE REASON and PAGAN BABIES bands (like Groovy Monster, natch). that northeast dude Meatball was there, extremely wasted. Flyers jerseys. and baseball caps and bomber jackets. it all seemed so incongruent and excellent up inside a posh pad on 9th and Pine.

1992>1993
(journal entry 1/1/93)
"it comes screaming in on new years eve. i put up the balloons with anne & noel & bob all day, too hung over from the night before in the same company (sitting in a circle in lars' kitchen drinking by candle light). drunk on a mixture of everything on offer at (my sister's) house on Corinthian, we split for lars's pad. the new year comes in with me hugging beth, mistakenly gulping champagne that re-emerges in my nose as chris k. is shoving his tongue into simon's ear for fun; and people of my fucked generation hug and kiss, celebrating another milestone toward destiny fate & destruction...."

1993>1994
andy, elysia, beth & i went to a party at linda and noel's house on 5th & washington. we are almost late because me and andy were listening to the HELL NO record on 22nd and walnut for far too long ("its like their influenced only by FUGAZI and NEGATIVE APPROACH and no one else!" i screamed amazed) (that would not be a big deal nowadays. actually, once through the preceding 15 years, it would be fucking gross). lots of drinking. lots of trips up washington to some corner bar for gimlets, which are fucking gross. lots of gunfire celebrations from the high rise projects up the block (theyre torn down now). lots of funny kids from the projects running around or hitting up the chinese take out next door. the scene is half sketchy and half joyous. and the Mummers are starting to blare way off on 2 street as the fireworks over penn's landing go off. but the smells coming up out of the gutters along washington ave were making me feel sick.

1994>1995
beth and i threw a little new year's party in our new pad on 21st and South (2 floors above the old Hot Club, yo). some select friends came by for drinks and mellowness. my messenger coworkers filled our hall with bikes and it was hard to get from one room to the other.Tammy had just passed away (from a stupid, accidental OD) and alex was still really messed up about it. we had cajoled him into coming, just to get his mind off stuff for a little while. he got so drunk and maudlin he almost fell backwards out the window while leaning back against it. i felt bad for him... in the middle of the night a tremendous fight broke out down in the street. that wasnt cool to see.


1995>1996
i remember being in the middle of the living room at lars' and anne's house on 15th and Locust, hugging beth just as the bell dropped. i remember a few hours later after most of the peeple had split, lars or somebody handing us 2 tabs. with surprisingly little trepidation (i mean me and that kind of psychedelic activity had not hung out together for a long long time by that point) we stuck them on eachothers' tongues....
6 hours later we're wandering around Broad street surrounded by Mummers and philly mummers parade fans. it is a spooky cold psychedelic new year's trip. everything is so colorful and real but so weird. its as if we're in a Brueghel painting, surrounded by the saltiest salt of the earth. walking up Locust toward home there are all these dudes in make up and we think theyre following us. we pass jimmy from SUBURBAN UPRISE and we recognize eachother from a different era.


1996>1997
beth worked on the rehab of the Trocadero after the previous shithead owners sold it so we went to the opening party. saw the psyclone rangers singer and he couldnt believe beth and i were about to move to tokyo; as if moving to different cities in different countries were some sort of human impossibility. the whole gala event was a philly scenester extravaganza. so we split early and ended up at art's wharehouse around the corner on 10th and cherry.
i wanted to leave philly as fast as possible.

1997>1998 in tokyo
(journal entry 1/2/98)
"hung out in kameda & kawasaki-shi with jackie and her rich stoner japanese friends. tetsuya and his wife own some company that he inherited. they met eachother on a beach in Bali on some 10 day surf, pot & acid trip. a match made in heaven cuz they are cool. tetsuya's homestay in the USA consisted of underage drinking and drugs in seattle. we hit the temple and wandered around through the crowds, filming mods and kogals and kimonos. we hit the kawasaki penis shrine and got taco-yaki and okonomiyaki. everything and everyone in the night looked awesome. we fell down on jackie's tatami after, to crash and dream new years dreams. but the first morning of 98 was so glorious, warm and bright. so we went back to tetsuya's and ate mochii & osechii and drank until night. we went to karaoke and screamed STONE ROSES songs and DAMNED songs until me and beth had to split to catch a bunch of empty last trains home. and now i'm exhausted in 1998. but thank god in a different country.

...just got the news from art that andy p. was shot in the back on new years while he was walking Beef the dog... now i remember why we just had to split fuckin Philly. fuck it. even though it may be boring and clean here, you can still walk down your street at anytime of night. now i'm wigged out in 98..." and from then on our motto was "stop shooting our friends".


1998>1999
after recording a xplanet and bethx demo (the songs "i am the ghost of crispus attucks" and "More pt1"), we slipped around gyotoku and visited all the little old temples and shrines near home. we probably hooked up some kirin out of a machine on the street, and scarfed taco-yaki as we rode around our serene hood's little lanes on bikes late into the night. then we hung with friends and coworkers from the UK, australia and new zealand. oh man... we (xplanet and bethx) were all about being mellow..... KARAOKE IS ASS was the demo.

1999>2000
the Y2K bug hit us in the shins and all our electronics crashed just as we were pulling thousands of dollars out of japanese bank accounts and remitting loot to the USA. so back in PA we hung out in downtown bethlehem and and watched fireworks light up the the jagged steel works across the river with my little brother and his girl....

2000>2001
holy shit i can't remember! maybe beth & i were hanging out in afghanistan in a cave with some peeps or something.


2001>2002
we had a bunch of kutztown locals over for drinks and talk in our first virginville joint, on the sunny side of the legendary witchkraft hill. the legendary  fudge hampton aka Mike Rimm, arrived with a lady friend. he goes, "i'm her chauffer. she can drive but she'd rather not drive." kara taught me how to see a person's aura that night. i'm serious. i can still do it if the environment is right. i remember it being amazingly cold outside. friends coming over from tokyo were in for one frigid motherfuckin surprise!

2002>2003
Stony Run power! we hit a party at jim and colleen's pad, which was inside an ancient general store, carved out and fixed up to be one of the coolest rural pads ever lived in by anybody. in Stony Run Pennsylvania. at exactly midnight, jim dropped the needle into the groove of the LP on his turntable and 'new years day' by U2 exploded forth in a shimmering cascade of sparkles and whiskey and ring bologna. i was like whoah.

2003>2004
jim and colleen's again except this time we live above them. and there had been an ice storm so the little village of Stony Run was covered in thick plates of frozen water. after midnight we all took a long walk through fields and up to the old dutchy cemetery. the first day of 04 found me and beth and wayne and jen and paul and robyn feeling pretty uh, slow... on the floor of our pad watching Another State Of Mind. ha ha...

2004>2005
we ate sushi with my sister and her little boys in Bethlehem cuz they were moving to Melbourne, Australia the next day. then we booked to a party at pinky and kristy's place where lots of peeple were having a great time. the jazz dudes that lived upstairs jammed some sweet jams. i sat there amazed by how awesome they were. and to see them on that enclosed porch in the cool little village of Trexler... i mean its like a perfest movie set over there. a movie that would be a little like the Waltons, but located in the Alps.

2005>2006
another year, another party at kristy's, but by this point, pinky had split & hannah was living there. TQI jammed the cool, odd pop-sike numbers. the feeling was sweet but rushed. we took off before midnight to hit the party at pinky and chris's house out beside the Rodale experimental farm. there was ice on the roads as we drove home late in the night.

2006>2007
beth and i just chilled out and stayed at home together. did we? i'm not even sure. but we didnt go to Lala's party.....
i can't believe i'm not sure of what we did just one year ago. wtf memory?

2007>2008
oh it was cold last night.... kristy and dave built a cool house in Stony Run and it was like the first party. TQI jammed out their off-kilter songs when we arrived. dave's guitar is so west coast psychedelic he should be playing on the RAIN PARADE's first (and only great) LP. kim was in there stoking the fireplace. there was a lot of different stuff to drink. tons of antwerp flinders and even boylo from the coal region.
i gave buster the cat a head rub and looked at his aura. he realized at once that i'm a cat whisperer and mellowed out on my knees. once the bell tolled a new year we all walked up the hill to look at Little Round Top and the Pinnacle. its my favorite road almost anywhere. the mountain looked like mt fuji with mist settling all around it. those hills and the others around them form a perfect pentangle of sacred geography with real power that you can feel when yr up on top of them.
andrew was totally joking around and making me crack up. locals were blowing up sweet fireworks all around Stony Run. they lit the sky like flares. walking back crunching the snow on the ground, i got this feeling that 2008 would be an alright year.

the end.

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