Dear Reader,
i’m sorry, i’ve written to you probably three or four times and each of them have been erased. i’m in such a funk right now, and i know you know why, i just don’t know what to say.
i’m sorry.
i’ll try again tomorrow.
blood and guts
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
speaking of the literary cafe, here’s me as the featured reader, seperated into two videos.
1. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5763704356400761175#
2. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8421118824779183329#
wow, i’ll have to watch these myself. it’s been years. we can watch them together. let’s do it now. ready….go.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
i know this is going to sound ridiculous but it came to me in the shower, my ‘immediate upon waking’ shower which is something i never do, (i’m usually a hanger arounder beforer showerer) but… i feel like alice - post wonderland. it’s the writing, i’m sure of it. i haven’t written in months. and before that i was just kind of typing. feeling like i have to update this or post something on that, or even worse write for ART!!!
i miss the literary cafe. i miss the monthly poetry readings. there is no doubt at all i developed as a performer there at those readings. hell, you can see it. andy, the owner, taped alot of the readings and posted them onto the web. i think my very first reading was taped and is available for viewing. i remember while i was reading there was this little kid, maybe 7 years old, and he climbed up on a chair and stood right in front of me, pantomiming me as i read. i just started reading to him, brought him in on the deal and kept punching. i wonder who that kid was?
we have company right now and she’s leaving so i should go so i can say goodbye.
i’ll write more later. ben gmetro and i were talking about chief wahoo and the indians a little earlier today and i have something i want to tell you about that.
blood and guts,
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
my god it’s late. about 4:10. just can’t sleep. i stopped taking the steroids from the treatment i started about 2 weeks ago. i expected the mental and physical jitters to stop but maybe it’s going to take a bit longer.
ugh, i was going to write that i won’t bore you with physical things about me, you know, ms stuff, brain and emotion stuff, but what the hell, right? it’s part of my life, unfortunately quite a big one, so i guess i will i’ll try to keep it short and from getting to heavy.
did i mention that i started a steroid infusion therapy? man, that stuff is poison. i started it last friday, or was it friday before last? god, that’s the most frustrating thing, the memory loss. especially with me and michelle. i used to always get the trivia or the ‘trying to remember who was in what’. yes, once michelle thought danny devito was in good fellas. that wasn’t right. now i can barely recall the appropriate words i need for sentences.
oh well, hopefully the steroid infusion therapy will stop the progression of the ms for now and i’ll start feeling better.
ok, now you’re caught up with me in the body dept.
i did get a tattoo, though. on my right wrist, 1954. it’s in the memory of not only the house where i made my dearest and closest friends, but also because one of my brothers (friend) from 1954 took his own life. i found out on the 4th day of the therapy. i’m not going to write about that. we can talk about it when we see each other. it happened last wednesday and i still cry at the slightest thought. oh my.
well, i really just wanted to get my first letter to you done and out, you know. when so much time passes it’s hard to get it going again, but here it is, and i promise, i’ll write again tomorrow. and i have alot to tell you about. i’m going to be showing some new work at the show down my studio, the one i share with all those great bands. that’s coming up in april. and i’m going to have a 4 day show at the literary cafe. that’s in may. i know, it’s going to be great. oh, and i’ll put up some pictures of some of my new stencils. i was working on a dead laura palmer tonight. and you know, keeping busy really does settle the mind. oh, and i’ll put up some pictures of my studio, too. i know you haven’t been able to visit and it’s easier to read stories about a place when you can visualize it.
and i may talk about all the upsets in the ncaa tourney, and the cavs. and obama, and the right, and these tea party people and what i think of them since i’ve done some research. and comics, music, books and art too.
we sure do have alot to talk about, don’t we.
it’s nice to be back in touch
in blood
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
oh shoot. i found out that the first run of cds the label made weren’t right and the books i sold at the lit had these cds in them, so if you have one of these cds in them let me know and i’ll get you a good one and something else to maker it up to you, cool?
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi.
oof. what a way to start the winter. first our youngest, peanut butter, got sick, and then me, and now my wife, butterfly and our oldest, pumpkin are sick. so i haven’t been doing much of anything. even with a busy weekend coming up, i’ve been lazing around most of this week. matt came by the spot on saturday and helped me put together 50 copies of the new book, which was great, but i’ve been so…ugh…i haven’t even done much with them. i just put them up on the boxwithman site today. i haven’t even put anything up on facebook yet. i’ll probably do that today.
oh my. i should stop talking or i’ll drive us both to distraction. sorry i’m not my normal erratic self. hopefully i’ll be back to normal soon.
also, tonight is the last poetry night with nick traenkner and steve goldberg at the literary cafe in tremont, so if you’re in the area, come on out. should be fun.
and saturday night i’m one of the featured readers at the Poets Haven at the Pheonix on w. 9th st. kicks off at 7:00 so you can come out before you kick off the rest of the night. and i might be getting a root canal earlier in the day so how awesome would that be? super awesome.
i think that’s it.
blood.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
well, still quitting smoking. it’s the gum. it works for me.
i’m laying here in bed with a bit of the snifles. that’s the worst part about beig an old junky and the ms and the mind stuff and all because WHAT IS THIS? is it just a little down. is it pnuemonia, is it cancer. swine flu
you know what, who the hell cares. i’ve got th soundtrack to the royal tennebaums on and everything is alright.
found a great deal on hoodies, and boy is is cold. i’ll be putting them up on the merch page tomorrow. $10 measly bucks for a pull over $15 for a zip up. and you get an eric alleman orininal on ther back. can you believe it? yea, pretty easy to believe.
well michelle goes back to work on monday, and that leaves me withg my babies again. i hope my mind can take it. it will. i’m strong as a god damn rock. screw the doctors.
alright, me and julio down by the school yard just started so im gonna lay back and relax.
love you jason.
goodnight
ps, i’ll have a bunch of hoodies in my stationwagon at the happy dog show i’m doing tomorrow nightm si if you need a hoodie, com on down.
love you jason.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hullo. boy, too much time in hospitals lately. quit smoking yesterday, so that’s good. i’m actually feeling pretty alright. i’ve been losing myself in some more stencils, i’ll put some up later. i really will. off suboxone since november 1st. that’s nice. i’m just holding steady right now, not trying t rock the boat too much one way or the other. i feel i could slip off the edge, either side, so i’m treading very lightly.
a best friend of mine (i’m lucky enough to have 3) had a rough fall and is recovering in the hospital, and that’s always good to shut you up and make you sit at the kitchen table and think, yea.
you can see any of the pictures on my facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/eric.alleman?ref=profile
there you go. that’s it. it’s 4:24 and i’m already tired.
love you jay.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi. it’s been a while. i’ve been away. that’s what i will use as my excuse, if i still need one, which i feel i really don’t. not anymore. any apology rings so hollow anymore. i don’t really mean it. and you don’t really need it, right? so, here we are.
i went back into the hospital about the middle of this month, this month being october, and i mention this so freely because everyone in my life knows it. it is a little embarassing and petty to see someone display all their dirty laundry in letters like these but since my dirty laundry is somewhat cleaner than it’s been and is flapping on a line in the autumn breeze changes things as well. me going into the hospital is a good thing.
but, now, i am out again. i have been out for a few weeks now, maybe two, close to two weeks, and i’ve been feeling alot better, alot clearer of mind and alot clearer of brain and much more capable of exerting mind over brain control. luckily i still have the stencils to lose myself in. i just finished 3 new ones. let me show you them now.
the new studio has been a real boon for me professionally. to be able to get in the car or get on the bike (although i imagine the window for riding my bike to the studio is closing fast) and drive or ride to this place and shake off everything and unlock the doors and lock them behind me and walk through rooms, closing doors behind me, take off my jacket (although i imagine as it get’s colder i’m going to have to leave my jacket on) and get to work. 9 times out of 10 my phone doesn’t even work. i love it. and the people i’ve met and begun top work with has been even better. very supportive.
speaking of working, nick and i are going to be working at the beachland ballroom and tavern for their halloween show. we will be hosting the show as Hunter S. Thompson and his Samoan Attorney. Very excited about this. i even wrote out a couple of scenarios, ready for improvisation, ready for everything. it’s been too damn long since me and nick performed together, as well. too damn long. so if you’re free on friday night you might think about coming out to the beachland. it should be fun. as for the future, on the 7th of november i’ll be traveling to youngstown with the dreadful yawns and shiny penny for the show at the lemon grove. i don’t know what i’m going to do but i’ll have some visual art and some ethereal art as well. should be fun.
i guess that’s it for now.
i miss you
i’ll talk to you soon
blood,
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
and one more thing. the lovely lady’s name is sue. hi sue.
your narrator,
eric ()