life of a.b. corduroy

artist. adventurer. earthling.

[abcorduroy]

fidgetin'

good, okay, and alright

three sides of an ever-rotating obtuse triangle

“This is not your apocalypse! we all did this so don’t get it twisted”

that’s what he yelled

like one of those fuckers obsessed with poker

we all know one of them

or some of them

i am not the monster i occasionally foster

her name is Martha

i think

i think a lot

articulation is another part of gravity that is best left to the trees

i believe

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Time management is a challenging endeavor to master

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ta ramblè

feeling the freedom in the free fall

and the acceptance I found in madness

is to realize the actual and see the adjectives

all together

all as one

eyes before nose

breath by breath

and so on

this is it

and now

and now

a machine is growing bigger and people are getting littler

it’s easy being secondary

it ain’t easy being right in a world of so many “what’s left?”

it ain’t easy being left behind and worrying about “who’s right?”

all together

here we are

-ABC

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mused and amused

don’t undermine the underground

we’re right where we intended

we don’t need your education

to understand the magic in imagination

if one should think and others think it, too

we can make another realm away from radio ad distractions

where music is texture and our bodies are conduits for a greater intentions

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endeavor and ever

potatoes for dinner

potatoes for breakfast

my friend, Mark, in Gainesville, Florida posted his daily sigil and some words that said “creativity is a process not a product”, and I keep meditating on this over and over the last couple days. it’s a simple sentence packed with so much wisdom.

i know it to be true and i endeavor to share more and more of my process with all of you.

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cheese!

prioritize priorities.

prioritize time and energies.

that’s been my focus as of lately.

I meet a lot of folk and folk around a whole lot, too.

sometimes it’s for the good and sometimes it’s plain it getting distracted.

to make my dream(s) become reality takes focus, discernment, and integrity.

if I am constantly folking around then there is less time to spend with the ones i care the most about.

less time to focus on music and art projects that fulfill and enrich my self.

prioritize priorities to have more fun and be more free.

Spending more time with the ones I love sometimes means less interactions in other realms.

to focus on my self enough to be my best self.

prioritize priorities.

well, that’s the end of this rambling. thank you to everyone who sticks around and reads these ramblings.

-ABC

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gewd day

Woke up this morning and dozed inn and out a few times. Kept going back to the same dream space.

A little difficult to explain that space now because I didn’t write anything down.

Probably best, I watched a horror/thriller series on Netflix the last few days titled “Project 81” and it was strange to say the least.

The ending less than what I was hoping for, but it still fucked with the dream sequence.

Working on some wood block arts. One of them is finished and I’ll post it soonly via Instagram and arts tab here on the .com // sold my first piece of the year to a nice fellow named Thomas that I met for the first time last week.

If I remember correctly he is from the Oregon Coast. We met at Anna Bannana’s and I showed up late and it was busy from the get go to the very end.

Working on explaining my intention/purpose/idea behind art more clearly.

I took some notes along the way. Where I put those notes is still a little mystery to me.

Just poured my second coffee of the day and plan to find all that after blogging these words.

Currently listening to “The Darling Buds” and seems to be the right kinda mellow to get to doing the things.

Second super grey and misty day in a row where I am. These days are a gentle balance in drinking coffee, but not too much.

Yesterday I definitely drank too much too soon and had a million overstimulated energies. I jumped at every little movement including my own.

Well… a song is ending and so I feel it best to move off the web for now.

Be Free!

-ABC

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New Week / New Tracks

I uploaded a new set of songs titled “Radikali Transmissions”.

Hope you’ll give them a listen and let me know your thoughts.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Brian Eno, Robert Fripp, and Andy Summers. Portland winters makes their music quite the perfect soundtrack for my wandering mind.

Also recently finished watching all five seasons of the scifi “Babylon 5” so it definitely has some of them vibes.

Time to write a grocery list and hopefully art a little bit between making dinner and cleaning up my bedroom.

Be Free Ya’ll!

-ABC

[abcorduroy]

wander and afternoon tune

“to point of the wander is not to know

it is to go

and we’ll see what we see”

i just said these words to my friend Nko just down the road, and i keep repeating them to my self so it felt that i shoud type it out.

Also, I recorded this track yesterday afternoon and want to share it!

-ABC

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mmhmm

living in truth and demanding justice

forgiveness begins with ourselves. forgiveness is how we heal

lay your words of wisdom softly on the river’s shoulders

speak articulately and listen with curiousity

walk in the rain and believe in okay

drink your coffee, but don’t over do it

similar

seminole

cinnamon roll

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May 03, 2021

It’s full on Spring in Portland, Oregon.

There are layers on layers of green. the flowers are blooming. Pinks and whites, blues, and purples, yellows!

life is a strange thing. it keeps moving on and on. we do our best to pay our rent. we do our jobs, we have fun, we run, we laugh, we fall, and we rise. again and again.

the beauty of it is being concious of the movements. the way a newly worn shoe rubs against an ankle. The way the misty rain sounds on newly blossmed tree leaves. the way the stomach moves in and out as we breathe each breath.

the sky is blank today and that’s okay. the misty rain is nice.

Say hello to someone you don’t know. It’s going to be alright.

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gooly shay dobey

oh i am fucking sucking on keeping up this .com, yall.

if you’re still checking inn and reading these words, give me a hello in a comment below.

let me know you are here.

i’d like to get rid of my social media and focus all my energies on this thing.

tangent: jazz music in the background.

i found a short essay in a little book form called “walking” by henry david thoreau.

it was a quick read and very relevent to me. i wander a lot and nice to hear the perspective of an american artist in the mid 1800’s on the state of the republic and the need to stay wild and free.

my favorite thing i read was:

“Perchance, when, in the course of ages, American liberty has become a fiction of the past—as it is to some extent a fiction of the preseent—the poets of the world will be inspired by American mythology.”

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rainy daze

the good

the bad

and the hungry

all want the same thing

dignity, atonomy, and community

i am listening to the local jazz station and there is a beautiful song playing

very soulful

the song had… it just ended… the song had clips of Martin Luther King Jr mixed in and i heard him say something i have never heard before.

the words:

“we in america have a unique opportunity in history to have a blood-less revolution…”

there may have been more. that’s what i took note of.

less voilence and more creative protest are a must

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leave it and run

I saw people running

“leave it!” they yelled to their companion with a tail.

sitting stil and sharing what eye see is difficult.

it wasn’t before.

a lot is an answer.

vague and honest.

rambling is an excercise.

it needs to be done routinely to make it work.

it is entertainment to me. so i endeavor once again to share my experiences on this .com .

what you see is what you get

I have been listening to the album “Mimicking Birds” a lot lately.

There are some absolutely powerful lyrics layered in it.

A.B. Corduroy endorsed.

Ashley Klump and I acquired some animal skeletons yesterday. I’ll post more pictures of those at a later time. I am still learning some of their origins, names, mythologies. Animals tell us lots of secrets if we are willing to listen.

I talk to the crows a lot. Those grumpy ole fucks see a lot. Don’t piss them off. Get to know them. Move along.

I am grateful for where I am in my life. I am grateful for my friend group, my home, my lover, my cat companions, I am grateful for you, whoever you are reading these words.

The more we get together // The happier we will be

Words have a lot of power and decisions hold power.

Give gratitude aloud often. Shift the narrative.

We are people // We are not data

we are not an algorithm

Until the next moment.

Live. Dream. Wander in Between.

Sleepwalk with me.

Look for the symbols. Listen to language. And don’t forget about body language. It is most important.

-ABC

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Tuesday 05122020

It can be very difficult for myself to focus long enough to type what’s going through my head to post a simple blog .com update day to day or even a couple times a day.

The truth being I have never had so many thoughts going through my head as I have until the last couple months of existence.

I sit and listen to full conversations and sometimes even talk out full dialoges but so rarely does it make it into a typed bog. I use instagram videos to ramble and I stil carry a notebook/journal to leave my bones.

I still have a full time job making coffee for people. I am still writing. I have sold 28 of the 33 copies of my book “Fragmented Realities (Rambles of a Madman)” and I am very grateful to everyone who has been apart of that process.

I still draw in symbols/zzzwalking a little bit all the time and post those to the instagram almost daily.

My overall goal is stil to focus on my music. There’s a sway to say and a sway to stay things only music can say properly.

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lifffe and stuff as of lately

I’m playing singing songs and making noise at The Nest Lounge this Wednesday night from 10 to 10:30pm. If you are in the area I’d love to see you there. Yes… you.

The last two weeks have been a constant go go with very little repose. It all started simmering down yesterday evening. Ashley and I started organizing and cleaning our homebase or as we call it, the foggy lantern.

It’s been fun making a home with Ashley Klump. There is healthy amount of movement of things and it feels a little more hohmy every little shift. I have never really felt this feel before. I guess I’ve never meant a person like Ashley Klump before eyether.

Well I intended to ramble more but I got distracted cleaning out my email of unreads. There is about 6 thousand of them which means a refresh of unsubscribing to things i thought I would read.

I’m looking for more shows to open up for people. I need to walk to the grocery store a few blocks away.

that is all for now fellow earthlings.

be free.

-ABC

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back in the city

We made it back in to Portland, Oregon about 5pm Thursday afternoon.

I found out the night before a very dear friend of mine, Sue, had passed Monday unexpectedly from a heart attack. I’ve attempted to focus on the life she lived. Caring, Giving, Selfless. Sue taught me the difference in “I” and “We”. She was only about 60, far too young, in my opinion.

It’s good to be back near Smoggie Catt and Precious. Cat companions are the best.

I did some driving on the way back from Idaho. I do like driving the open roads and listening to music. It’s a high I can get use to.

Now back in town unpacking, resettling, myself and my boxes from the move before the trip to Idaho.

I uploaded a few more photos from the trip below.

I’m readjusting the noise. It was nice being somewhere quiet. Even my head stayed quiet most of the time.

The city has it’s benefits and I have a more clear objective than ever on how to make the goals I want as an entertainer, writer, artist happen. It takes focus. Something I struggle to do, but I got to.

I’ve sold 3 of the 5 shirts I made. I am going to make more in varying sizes in the coming weeks.

I hung some new art in Anna Bannana’s and going to start working on recording some music soon.

And now I need to leave the cafe, get off the computer, and organize, make space, in the home base.

-ABC