...the devil is
the spirit of gravity."
"He who is not a bird should
not build his nest over abysses."
--Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Too true, too true. The devil is the
spirit of gravity. I've been here nearly five years.
FIVE YEARS. A personal record. Often I've felt that
it was gravity keeping me here. The DEVIL. But I am
a bird. I can fly. Ain't been stretchin' my wings
much lately, tho' (you noticed?). So, before they
atrophy and I die in a lonely bridge-jump, I'm burnin'
down the house. Cuz the obvious extrapolation from
the above quotes is how do you know if you're a bird
if you don't challenge the spirit of gravity? If you
don't live over an abyss?
So, Portland, I gotta go. Though
it breaks my heart to say it. I become too complacent
if I'm in one place for too long. In my life I've
mastered this trick. I call it the Phoenix. Once I've
ridden roughshod over all the hearts and hillocks
I wanna, then I've no choice but to set it all aflame.
Burn the bridges, burst the bubbles. And like the
mythical Phoenix, rise from the ashes.
I guess my destination is New York
town. I got a bass player out there. And a million
friends. My only goal is to make y'all proud.
'Course I do owe you a lot, Portland.
I mean, when I arrived back in '96, I didn't know
how to drink at a bar, didn't know how to carry a
purse, had never seen eyeliner or owned naughty shoes,
never tasted a manhattan or let someone buy me a drink.
I've totally fallen in love with so much of you, so
many of you. Hell, Old Town is the fifth chamber of
ridden roughshod over all the hearts
and hillocks I wanna, then I've no choice but
to set it all aflame."
Right now I'm suckin' down a Marlboro
Light and chit-chattin' with an alcoholic elder at
Huber's ("#1 Kahlua sales in Oregon"), where
I've conquered the demon writer's block many times
with one or two Spanish coffees. And let y'all see
me ALL nude. Strikes me as funny, how stripping can
be so intimate, yet so superficial. I've bared a hell
of a lot more in these little columns. Viva's cocky
"WHAT I KNOW," "WHAT I WANT," and "I SPEAK THE TRUTH."
And ya know, I've been sifting through the past three
years of musings, and I must say my opinions have
1. Rock 'n' Roll should make your
2. Zen Guerrilla rocks the MOST.
This older gal down the bar from
me is butting into my column, all lubed-up with vodka
sodas, tipping quarters, and imperiously demanding
of the bartender,
"Gavin! A match! I've read everything
on this box (Marlboro Lights), Gavin, and it says
'Made in the U.S.A.'"
"They have the best horses there.
I read somewhere that that's where Queen Elizabeth
vacations to buy horses."
Anyway, I'd like to further investigate
the above truths in the next few years. And it looks
like I'll be reporting back to y'all from the front,
as Exotic has asked me to keep up the good
work, albeit from the other coast. I think maybe I'll
change the title, though, from "the Gospel" to "Sex
in the City." Oh, YEAH.
"Gavin! How do you spell eenie
meenie minie moe?"
"I try not to very often. I'd
rather spell supercalifragilisticexpialadocious, ya
This is a great town. Don't think
I don't think so. It's just...the abyss...the abyss
is calling me.
And once more with feeling, ZEN GUERRILLA,