Don’t Mind the Mess

February 11th, 2018

Moving shit around. Should be looking good in a bit.

And just like that

February 7th, 2018

I used some of that anxious energy to fix a few things on the site that have been bugging me for years. Nobody will even fucking notice but I will no longer notice so that is good. I have also added a bunch of my banjo builds to the visual page since I’ve been building banjos for the last two years.

There are certain moments in …

February 7th, 2018

when you realize you made a shit decision and all you can do is fuckin deal with it. Just shovel the spoonfuls of shit form inside the dead crow into your face and smile.

When for like half of your existence you poured all your deep dark thoughts into someone and then you decide to kill that shit you are left with a head full of deep dark thoughts. Like four or five fucking years worth. Fills me with such existential dread. I could power a rocket ship with my anxiety.

I Miss My Father

August 15th, 2017

Sometimes a lot, sometimes not.

But I do think of him every day.

I could’ve done better but I did what I could.

I Miss My Best Friend

August 15th, 2017

Sometimes a lot, sometimes not.

But I do think of him every day.

I could’ve done better but I did what I could.


April 22nd, 2017

C.A. Prieto Minstrel Banjo Player

It’s been a long fuckin time haha. If you are wondering, things are well aside from possible world war III about to star at the slightest stirring of a crazy mans ego. I have been putting together my living history impression of a 1800’s banjo player. I have amassed a nice wardrobe of old gentlemans clothing in a proper fit. I have been making banjos as well playing minstrel banjo in the gaslamp and old town when time allows.

Happy Birthday Woody Guthrie

July 13th, 2015

One of the coolest doods ever!

Happy Un-Birthday Blind Lemon!

July 10th, 2015

Alright so I’m sitting here and get an email from my calendar that states it is Blind Lemon Jefferson’s birthday on the 11th (I have a bunch of blues and other musicians bdays in a calendar) so I do a quick check and that shit says it is in September 24,1893 and that he himself claimed it was in October 26, 1894. where the fuck I got July, 11 I will never know. Please note that in hunting down my favorite blind lemon tune the only video I found is one with a picture of Blind Blake.

The lesson, whatever it is I am telling you… there’s a slight chance it’s some bullshit haha

Then I’m thinking it’s a trip that back then your birth date was some shit you just kinda rounded up or down on. Only civilized people give a shit what day and time it is. I imagine if you are self sufficient farmer type back then you get used to just knowing time by what is going on around you. ie: leaves falling *must be fall*, it’s getting dark *must be getting late*

Then I threw on the foil hat and started getting paranoid about calendars and what could potentially be gained by convincing me that that is what time is and then giving me hours minutes and seconds to make sense of it all with. I get it’s a metric to make sense of things with so I will let it slide for now and put the foil hat away… fuxxors.

No man!

June 10th, 2015

I live right by an elementary school which basically means at 8am i hear Pharrell Williams “happy” at least 4 times. mixed in with some frozen songs, Taylor Swift and other sort of audio soft programing music. Cheesy shit they would play while fireworks go off and what not.

Yes, teach the kids that life is really all about a feeling and that if they peruse said feeling time will actually slow down while you swing your hair around an shit and we’ll all start dancing in unison to a super crappy beat with some chick takin a fat dump all over the track. Teach them that it’s all about spending them green backs but leave out the part about how they actually have to work for that shit. Them kids gonna grow to be empty vessels, the kind that turn their parents in for thought crimes.

It really is kind of scary. Better you than me though.

Lessons in wood

May 3rd, 2015

So today I learned a really good lesson in wood working. I recently purchased a carver banjo kit and decided to make some new bridges for it. A walnut one for late night and a pine wood one for letting her ring.

I got about 90% thru before I realized the wood grain was vertical instead of horizontal like all my other bridges. I realized this was a rather big oversight onmy part because all wooden stuff in my house has the grains going in whatever direction is the longest.

So I said fuck it, janky bridge still worka good so I go thru and sand it a bunch get it nice and smooth. I applied some wax to give it a lil pop and as I was wiping wax off I snapped that fucker in two 🙁

So yeah, going to start that over tommorrow.

Fare Thee Well…

April 15th, 2015

The big bad AMFM has been taken out of its misery and laid to rest. What started out as a glimmer in th eye of some kid and his friend in high school and ultimately ended up being an endeavor I took on alone was a great learning experience and gave me a lot of insight into what it must be like for my previous and current employers who run their own businesses and pay me to work there. It was fun but very demanding and I felt I gave it all I could.

What theeee fuck

July 1st, 2014

I love that imaginary people believing in imaginary bearded white men claim freedom while freedom takes it in the arse. Your dog is stupid, your kids are ugly, nobody really loves you and you will die alone in a mountain of debt. Fuck yeah america!