Puzzle pieces.

I can't remember who decided to write our set list on a banana. I don't think I was there for that...So I'm pretty dang thankful to Dena for taking this picture.

Another Dena shot. From a restaurant in Zurich, Switzerland. How could our meal be bad?
So there are things I know and things I don't know. This is what I know. Light reflected off objects to create shapes upon other objects is just plain terrific. This little buddy wanted to come home with me but I couldn't figure out how to get him to stay in my pocket.I was very aware.
Kim Hiorthoy makes cool images and photos. We became friends in Berlin and we talked about stuff while eating heavy german food. He specifially said something while I took this, 'are you going to put this on your blog?.' Boom, dude.
This wall painting was enormous. Brussels.
These golden scissors were also enormous. Feel free to just put any thing on a building. Brussels, feel free. I took a lot of photos in Brussels. A lot to see.
Paris perspectives and light.
Yeah, that's my head.
Paris peeps. Dena's video projections were repeated on the wall at this venue. It ruled. My dear friend Ed is in the crowd. I can see him and it feels good. The guy in the white shirt reaching up to me was being wierd later. He kept getting really close to me while I was singing. By no means should this stop you from getting close. It was just him. I promise. I call these guys 'PSI' - Personal space invaders. Am I mean?
Russia smiles.
On the train from Oslo to Bergen, Noway.
Gonzales with a foomp. Train from Paris to Zurich.
I wanna meet who did this.
Anthony Seck, making a documentary on the music and art surrounding Feist's world. Mary, Leslie, and I did a short segment talking about it all...in front of the mural I made for her album cover. So stoked it's still there...I also cooked a huge feast the night before and cooked fish that I had never heard of... The ladies were sick so I stepped up.
Coolest radio staion ever. Munich.

Coolest dress ever. Berlin. The plan was to buy this.
Donald Trump hairdo on a stuffed lion. Please laugh at this.
Nicolas, Terri, Maschat. Hotstuffssss.
Daniel Nentwig as our guest keyboard player. He played his moog liberation and liberated us. I think he wants to be in our band.
Flashy merchandise. We made new sweatshirts and I forgot to get one. Darn.
Cool 7" wall. We were learning 'can't help it' by Michael Jackson that same day in the van. Awesome.
Again, there is so much to tell you.

I can't explain

I'm not sure I ever want to know why these things happen. First, I was in Berlin and I saw a ton of swans hanging in this river. I was calling this area 'swan lake' and my friend Dena and I were thinking how funny it would be to make a movie and do voice overs for each swan character. Then this happened:
I love how the swan all of a sudden became a shape. A white shape in a black shape. No neck swan. Sometimes I feel like this. Just kinda disappearing... but knowing that I have to deal with what is 'right now'.

Then I was in Bergen, Norway a few weeks later about to play a show and I was in the cafe of the venue and I looked up on the wall and saw this photo:

So there you have it folks.
Is it possible to still be original? Are people floating around in one big sub-conscious submarine talking amongst themselves and yet never using the same words to describe THE THING? On another note, can we talk about the 'holographic universe?' - because I sure could use a good talk about non-linear time. Everything is just there for you to notice if you want. Put it down, then pick it up. I don't want to be but I wanna be. I am back in Santa barbara and it feels good. I can feel the sun again. I have so much to tell you.