This is my San Marcos studio, i have been working in it for the last eight years. Alot of work has came from this place, its small, but well lite. I like tight little places somewhere where the AC/DC is deaftly loud, gloryiouly private, and drunkenly psychotic. Thats my idea enviorment.
I am not much of an carpenter, as my friends have pointed out to me, they said i was making a new old house with fuck ups and all. When i first got into this place in 1996 it was like and anvil was off my back, a place where i can work forever if need be,
if i wanted to just hang out all day and stare at the dirt, well i could do that,
the rent is cheep like 100$ and i just wheel and deal around town to get by, its very easy here in San Marcos to live, too easy.....(slacker syndrom) So thats why i like to go on "tours" for a while,
1996 was the climax of the "party phaze" so to speek we had alot of guys liviing at the house, musians, mainly. and i had a live-in girlfriend(who was some homeless college kid who left SWT)
i would sweep the sawdust off my bed off at night, wack down a 12 pack of Shiner Bock with her and get fucked till i passed out, every night! it was Great! like some kinda mad bull in a pen, very primative. but she ended up leaving after three months or so. (i accidently left the gate unlocked and she made a run for it), oh' de amor'e of 96,
