Emery Carl

I like this guy. He's got a great act. I see Emery all the time at the market. Although we don't really know each other, I feel we a kindered spirits. . . fellow buskers.

Pic Du Jour - From The Archives

Old and cracking polaroids pictures, proof of more innocent times. No, not really. . . Shawn and I always seemed to get in trouble. As his Dad used to tell us "The road to hell is paved with people with good intentions" or something like that. I didn't hardly listen to him anymore than Shawn did. . . back in the day.

Working the streets

Worked with Scotty a bit today. We swapped off some shows.



At the wedding, Scotty introduced me to his father. He said, "Dad, I want to introduce you to the guy who taught me to street perform!" I wanted to shrink.


Scotty & Becky

Speak Easy Pics

Wil recently gave me these pics. Earlier this summer he invited me to a real live Speak Easy that he was performing at. We all had a great time. In the background you can see Scott dealing Texas Hold'em.



Here I am with Miss Carrie Asavedo. Seattle's finest dance instructor and Wil's significant other. These guys have been good friends to me and Buster.







Wil & Carie "Urban Shaman" "Mage"

With a smile on my face and love in my heart

I don't know what to say. I sit here looking at the keyboard wanting to write about something great, something exciting and interesting. But it's just me feeling glum. I'm not always glum, really. . . I'm not. In fact, while street performing this afternoon I was positively not glum. My shows were OK and the money as well. Nothing to write home about. I watched the Cellini Vol. 3 DVD on Street Performing recently. I loved it!! Mostly Interview footage of Cellini asking other street performers advice for the home viewers. I really liked the footage of Cellini interviewing Gazzo. Two magical street performing heavy weights talking about their experiences. Lot's of valuable info for anyone wanting to street perform. Back in the day, these guys never would have tipped ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING with regard to the in's and out's of the craft. I have a lot of confusing and conflicting emotions with regard to selling out our art. But that's bullshit for another day.

I miss my kids. They called me this evening. They were all excited, they had been in Issaquah. Would have been nice to see them while they were on this side of the mountains but Moira is making it more clear every day that she does not want me to see the kids at all. I ask every day, she doesn't return my call every day. I asked to speak to her after talking to the kids, to find out when I could spend the day with them. Blown off again. I forgive her, mostly because that's easier than hating her. Wasting good emotion on hate and anger, that's for the birds. That shit will eat you up and spit you out. Been there done that. . . not going back. Just wish I could understand where she's coming from. She won't even talk to me, or barely look at me. It's going on a month that I haven't seen my kids. Whose fault is that? I'm here for them everyday of the week.

It was good to hear their voices. They're growing up right before my very ears. Liam will be four years old on the 23rd. of this month. I've been wanting to set up a day where we can celebrate his birthday. I'll remain optimistic that might happen.

Life is good. The sunset was fantastic. . . again. With a smile on my face and love in my heart I will march forward. TF

Sunset at Alki Beach

Divorce Is UGLY

Talked to longtime friend of mine today about his impending divorce. My heart breaks for a guy who say's, "He's OK". Shit, I know better than that. Anytime kids are involved the road is rarely smooth. Uphill battles communicating and dealing with emotions are some of the things we talked about.

He has sat ringside and watched my journey into the abyss. I hope he fares better.

I've been depressed lately. Signing legal papers, fighting to see my kids, I've ripped the scab off my healing heart and ripened the wound readying it for the salt. Everyday I leave a message. Everyday I ask to speak to my children, everyday I ask when I can see them next. I am available to see my kids anytime, any day. . . I let her know that. My calls go unanswered and so do my prayers. So, what do I do about it? Lately I've been sleeping A LOT. I like to go to movies. I street perform. I tell my story.

Pic Du Jour - From The Archives

I must have been 13 or 14 years old here. A hardcore magic geek from the start.

Scotty & Becky Get Married

Well, it went down just as they said it would. Two crazy kids taking a great, big, impulsive leap of faith into the real world. . . . or a fairy tale. . . I guess only time will tell. Becky is 19, Scotty is 26. Although they have only known each other for a month or so, statistically, they have as much a chance for success in this marriage as they do for that other thing. That's the real world speaking. . . well. . . fuck the real world and fuck statistics. I'm a big fan of love. I'm a big fan of marriage. I'm a big fan of dreaming up something big, that maybe only you can see. And hell, if you can find someone who can see it too, and is, as excited as you. Baby, that's all she wrote.

Why not. Scotty wants to be an acrobat with a wife who is half the act. Becky has been to the acrobat school that Scotty studies and trains at. She has put on the harness and is learning to do a back flip. I envy them. It's a heavy thing to go against the grain of reality. Life is an adventure. A fleeting moment in time, where getting what you want it up to you.

I wish them as much happiness as they can cram into that fleeting moment.

Pic From April